I've been so into manipulating anatomical pieces lately.
Can you tell?
July 28, 2008
July 27, 2008
Evan Hick's Dad!
Ev's Dad gets a shout out from UCI's Kathyrn Boyd!
http://www.uci.edu/images/2008_08_04_hicks4_c.jpg
Ecology & evolutionary biology professor
‘WALL-E’ and the professor
Biologist James Hicks plays a behind-the-scenes role in Disney/Pixar’s popular animated movie (07.23.2008)
For three years, ecology & evolutionary biology professor James Hicks kept his colleagues, friends and even his wife in suspense about a top-secret movie he was involved in with Disney/Pixar studios. Was the project related to the tanks of young alligators Hicks keeps in his lab, they wondered? Something to do with his pythons, perhaps?
When the movie premiered June 23, they finally got their answer – and it was something of a surprise. Hicks worked as a consultant on “WALL-E,” an animated love story featuring not alligators or snakes – but robots.
Given that Hicks studies the cardiopulmonary systems of air-breathing vertebrates (he’s studying alligators because their hearts have four chambers instead of the standard reptilian three), one would think he’d be better suited to consulting on a remake of “The Jungle Book.” Instead, “WALL-E” producers sought his input on a different scientific topic: the long-term effect of microgravity, or weightlessness, on human physiology.
In the movie, humans have literally trashed the Earth and they’ve been floating around in a spaceship – a kind of zero-gravity Carnival Cruise – for 700 years.
“You have to consider that microgravity results in the loss of 1 percent bone density per month, and 2 percent muscle mass per week,” Hicks says. “From that, you can extrapolate the effects on human beings after that long a period in space.”
His scientific conclusion?
“They’d look like blobs,” he says.
Hicks happened to mention as much to the movie crew, and how humans in a weightless environment would have atrophied to the point that they could hardly lift a finger without the help of robots. When interviewed recently on National Public Radio, “WALL-E” director Andrew Stanton said Hicks’ analysis influenced the film’s portrayal of humans as bloated babies.
Hicks, whose name appears in the movie credits under “Special Thanks,” landed his plum assignment “by happenstance.” In the fall of 2005, the producers called Adam Summers, associate professor of ecology & evolutionary biology, who served as a technical consultant for “Finding Nemo.” Summers figured Hicks would be the better resource, knowing he was interested in the effects of gravity on the circulatory system.
“They didn’t want the No. 1 expert in the field, they wanted someone knowledgeable who could distill the information,” says Hicks, who delivered a two-hour plus lecture to the crew – a role he’s used to as a UCI professor.
When he saw the finished movie, Hicks gave it two thumbs up – but he couldn’t help but critique it with a scientist’s eye. He noticed, for instance, that the spaceship did not have a completely zero-gravity environment – because people fall off their chairs.
“But they could have had an artificial gravity device,” he reasons.
Since the movie’s release, Disney/Pixar has called on Hicks again, asking him to defend the studios against some filmgoers’ complaints that the movie ridicules obese people.
“The atrophied limbs and weight gain are just a response to not being able to move around,” Hicks says. “We didn’t even touch on what would happen to humans who were exposed to cosmic rays for 700 years.”
That’s a topic for another movie.
— Kathryn Bold, University Communications
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Looks like KB has a crush on our old friend...
http://www.uci.edu/images/2008_08_04_hicks4_c.jpg
Ecology & evolutionary biology professor
‘WALL-E’ and the professor
Biologist James Hicks plays a behind-the-scenes role in Disney/Pixar’s popular animated movie (07.23.2008)
For three years, ecology & evolutionary biology professor James Hicks kept his colleagues, friends and even his wife in suspense about a top-secret movie he was involved in with Disney/Pixar studios. Was the project related to the tanks of young alligators Hicks keeps in his lab, they wondered? Something to do with his pythons, perhaps?
When the movie premiered June 23, they finally got their answer – and it was something of a surprise. Hicks worked as a consultant on “WALL-E,” an animated love story featuring not alligators or snakes – but robots.
Given that Hicks studies the cardiopulmonary systems of air-breathing vertebrates (he’s studying alligators because their hearts have four chambers instead of the standard reptilian three), one would think he’d be better suited to consulting on a remake of “The Jungle Book.” Instead, “WALL-E” producers sought his input on a different scientific topic: the long-term effect of microgravity, or weightlessness, on human physiology.
In the movie, humans have literally trashed the Earth and they’ve been floating around in a spaceship – a kind of zero-gravity Carnival Cruise – for 700 years.
“You have to consider that microgravity results in the loss of 1 percent bone density per month, and 2 percent muscle mass per week,” Hicks says. “From that, you can extrapolate the effects on human beings after that long a period in space.”
His scientific conclusion?
“They’d look like blobs,” he says.
Hicks happened to mention as much to the movie crew, and how humans in a weightless environment would have atrophied to the point that they could hardly lift a finger without the help of robots. When interviewed recently on National Public Radio, “WALL-E” director Andrew Stanton said Hicks’ analysis influenced the film’s portrayal of humans as bloated babies.
Hicks, whose name appears in the movie credits under “Special Thanks,” landed his plum assignment “by happenstance.” In the fall of 2005, the producers called Adam Summers, associate professor of ecology & evolutionary biology, who served as a technical consultant for “Finding Nemo.” Summers figured Hicks would be the better resource, knowing he was interested in the effects of gravity on the circulatory system.
“They didn’t want the No. 1 expert in the field, they wanted someone knowledgeable who could distill the information,” says Hicks, who delivered a two-hour plus lecture to the crew – a role he’s used to as a UCI professor.
When he saw the finished movie, Hicks gave it two thumbs up – but he couldn’t help but critique it with a scientist’s eye. He noticed, for instance, that the spaceship did not have a completely zero-gravity environment – because people fall off their chairs.
“But they could have had an artificial gravity device,” he reasons.
Since the movie’s release, Disney/Pixar has called on Hicks again, asking him to defend the studios against some filmgoers’ complaints that the movie ridicules obese people.
“The atrophied limbs and weight gain are just a response to not being able to move around,” Hicks says. “We didn’t even touch on what would happen to humans who were exposed to cosmic rays for 700 years.”
That’s a topic for another movie.
— Kathryn Bold, University Communications
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Looks like KB has a crush on our old friend...
July 17, 2008
This one is for Tim Mosunich!
Via: Fecal Face!
I don't understand why the host has an alternate personality that not's quite rock, but not cheesy lounge hip-hop when he puts on his glasses.
AMA!
I don't understand why the host has an alternate personality that not's quite rock, but not cheesy lounge hip-hop when he puts on his glasses.
AMA!
July 15, 2008
Daytrotter Session: Panther
It looks like Daytrotter Session is acting like La Blogtheque.
Panther- No Control(Driving a Car)
Panther- No Control(Driving a Car)
KXLU Show List (Revised)
Concert Calendar: July 14-July 20
Things don't look to amazing...
Wednesday July 16:
• Rolling Blackouts, The Monolators, The Growlers, Spider Problem @ The Echo
•
Friday July 18:
• Wolf Parade @ The Henry Fonda
• Earlimart, The Movies, Hocus Pocus @ Spaceland
• Jon Brion @ Largo at the Coronet
• White Rainbow, White Fang, Lateral Hyetography, Tom Watson, David Scott Stone, Rob Walmart @ Echo Curio
• NAS @ The Roxy
• Whitman @ The Smell
Saturday July 19:
• HARD Summer Music Festival @ Shrine Auditorium
• Wolf Parade @ The Henry Fonda
• The Long Winters @ Spaceland
Sunday July 20:
• Feist, Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings, Pacifika @ Hollywood Bowl
• Download 2008 @ Gibson Amphitheater
• A Hawk and a Hacksaw @ Echoplex
AMA!
Things don't look to amazing...
Wednesday July 16:
• Rolling Blackouts, The Monolators, The Growlers, Spider Problem @ The Echo
•
Friday July 18:
• Wolf Parade @ The Henry Fonda
• Earlimart, The Movies, Hocus Pocus @ Spaceland
• Jon Brion @ Largo at the Coronet
• White Rainbow, White Fang, Lateral Hyetography, Tom Watson, David Scott Stone, Rob Walmart @ Echo Curio
• NAS @ The Roxy
• Whitman @ The Smell
Saturday July 19:
• HARD Summer Music Festival @ Shrine Auditorium
• Wolf Parade @ The Henry Fonda
• The Long Winters @ Spaceland
Sunday July 20:
• Feist, Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings, Pacifika @ Hollywood Bowl
• Download 2008 @ Gibson Amphitheater
• A Hawk and a Hacksaw @ Echoplex
AMA!
July 13, 2008
Furthermore...
"The fact is that one moves through life like someone moving with a lantern in a dark woods. A bit of the path ahead is illuminated, and a bit of the path behind. But the darkness follows hard on one's footsteps...We are, toward the end of our lives, such different people, so far from the childhood figures with whom our identity links us, that the bond to those figures, like that of nations to their obscure prehistoric origins, is almost irrelevant."
George F. Kennan, Memoirs 1925-1950
George F. Kennan, Memoirs 1925-1950
July 12, 2008
"Step Away from the Insulin."
Stomp, urinate, and burn your history books like you're an autistic kid repulsed by the sensation of clothing touching your skin.
Like a grown man living on nothing but oh-so sweet otter pops, modern culture has grown inert and lazy. Our culture is in a diabetic coma.
It is time to defile what we hold so dear to us: History. The Past. Nostalgia.
Dependence on our predeccessors' success. Faith in past-influenced structures.
Every generation deserves the right to practice, excercise, and explore alternative forms of human organization and communication. It is crucial that we break away from any association with history as a pillar of our national and individual identities. We need to solve historical problems with our own current knowledge because they are our own unique burdens.
A rant by: AMA! 07.12.08
Like a grown man living on nothing but oh-so sweet otter pops, modern culture has grown inert and lazy. Our culture is in a diabetic coma.
It is time to defile what we hold so dear to us: History. The Past. Nostalgia.
Dependence on our predeccessors' success. Faith in past-influenced structures.
Every generation deserves the right to practice, excercise, and explore alternative forms of human organization and communication. It is crucial that we break away from any association with history as a pillar of our national and individual identities. We need to solve historical problems with our own current knowledge because they are our own unique burdens.
A rant by: AMA! 07.12.08
July 10, 2008
African Vintage
this is the preview for a documentary made by a crazy German dj who went to Africa for a few years just to sift through vinyl. if you haven't yet, go peep his ridiculous mixes at http://voodoofunk.blogspot.com/. pretty insane sounds and ridiculous sleeves like the one above
typograffiti
i am pretty sure there is already a prominent graffiti writer named after possibly my favorite sans serif... but all this talk of fonts reminded me about this project i did in like winter quarter of 2005 in school up in seattle honoring my favorite font... i cant find the actual project at the moment, but i did find this picture on my flickr and i wish i still had this stencil... when i was in japan there was this store that sold kinda kooky t-shirts a'la threadless called graniph... and theres this pink hoodie that just says 'helvetica' on it, and even though i think futura is a cooler font, i would sport it... they have it in green for guys now.. heres the girls one... i should have just splurged and paid the ¥5,000 when i had the chance...
frank chimero
i'm pretty smitten with the work of frank chimero... he has a nice organic pen and ink illustration style that isn't lost when its polished up on the computer... clean and simple excecution... classssssy.
i really dig these sweet kind of motivational design graphics... ive been meaning to print this one out that i posted here and put it up on my wall. heck, if i was a tattoo kind of guy id get this tattooed on me somewhere, because it would probably save me from more than a few situations, design and otherwise... i also kind of want the entire garamond character set inked on my back... but i think its kind of late for that... oh well... what font character set would you have on your back? please dont say sand... man i just saw this movie... letters from iwo jima... really good, but what the heck would make you want to use the sand font for the title credits?!
postscript: its really hard to choose just one of his works.. they are siiiiiick... check out his flickr stream too, theres just too much good stuff...
July 9, 2008
lust and likeability (according to eye magazine)
#67 eye magazine recently did a typeface critique of "elegant, chunky, nervy, bookish, perfumed" typefaces. 95 designers were contacted to rank and rate a long list of typefaces, and this is a sample of what they came up with...
(click on the images to enlarge)
(click on the images to enlarge)
Oy-veh. These times are bleak.
A speech by Daniel Cofeen: Professor of Rhetoric at Berkeley
Monday, May 19, 2008
My Speech to the Graduates, v2
I want to talk to you today about pleasure.
Pleasure demands a certain slowness, a lingering, a languoring. You have to savor the complex palate of the tequila, let the emphatic umph of the Uni play across your tongue, lay in bed and nibble your sweetie's nape—slowly, very, very slowly. You need to take the time when you write to find the proper phrase, rhythm, figure. You have to let your mind and prose meander through and around and with an idea. You have to watch the great films once, twice, three times, a dozen times to truly appreciate them. You have to chew your food slowly, lay in the daytime sun, and enjoy your evening cocktail. You have to stroll, not run.
These are the things that are becoming increasingly difficult to come by. The America you inherit is an uncivil beast that moves at an ever more rapid clip, consuming dignity with spite. Take travel, one of the great luxuries of contemporary life. Travel has been stripped of its humanity as lines of people disrobe before disgruntled strangers. And when you question this degradation, this humiliation, you are told it's all for your own good. And, at times, you may actually believe that.
Do you understand what I just said? You actually believe that it is in your own best interest to be humiliated and degraded. This is how far we've come, how degraded we are, how terribly awry we've gone. Our fear has become such that we abandon the very things that make us human, the very things that bring us joy, the very things that make life livable: pleasure, civility, dignity.
Now take this thing we call work, this thing that causes you such great anxiety. And it should—but for different reasons. In today's America, a job demands you be at the office at a given place and time, usually quite early, and 5 days a week, regardless of how well you slept. You go to your inevitably gray cubicle beneath fluorescent lights and situate yourselves in front of a blue screen. This is exactly how I'd describe a prison—a fucking prison! None of this is healthy, physically or mentally. You talk to a variety of people, many of whom are boring, stupid, and incompetent if not cruel, stupid, and resentful. You spend time in meetings ill run at best, hate filled at worst. You grab some overly salted food for lunch, eat it at your computer, and spend the rest of the day dehydrated and bloated with gas. Perhaps you seek the restroom as a respite, a place to pass gas in peace or at least have some solitude. No such luck. The bathrooms are public and so you piss and shit and fart next to your office mates before you head back to your now stinky cubicle, bloated and thirsty.
Work is an elaborate holocaust of dignity.
This used to be a 40 hour a week assignment—40 of your best hours spent uncomfortably gaseous, helping make some moron you'll never meet richer than he already is. This 40 hour exercise in humiliation has become 50, 60, 70 hours long. I'm not making this up. The dot com revolution broke down the line separating work from play—so now you work all day long. You can wear jeans, have your nose pierced, and listen to Black Metal music. Work doesn't care—as long as you work.
You've been co-opted, children. The machine of work realized that it doesn't care if your tongue is pierced or tattoos line your flesh. They don't give a shit; they just want your warm body working. They even give you ping pong and foosball and let you have a beer now and again. And you think you're the one who came out ahead! You're working 60 hours a week and you think you won! The Google campus is hailed as liberation because they serve you lunch! Even prisoners on death row get fucking lunch. We are dead men walking, Starbucks infused zombies.
This is today's America. There's no room for rebellion as every effort to resist gets folded into the machine. All the avenues of resistance have been co-opted—poetry, fashion, music, even drugs as the pharmaceuticals replace the acid labs as the suppliers of your high. Look what's happened to the green movement: Clorox runs ads claiming to be green. We drive so-called green cars. Green cars! That's an oxymoron. You want to be green? Stop driving, you morons!
America is an ugly, cruel beast. Dropping bombs on Arabs is not the disease, it's the symptom. It's time to get creative in our revolts.
But as big and stupid and mean as America is, it's also big. And this gives us some room to operate. Maybe not for long as robotic drones fill the skies, leaving nothing unseen. But, for now, there is room. You don't have to walk mindlessly into this mire. There are options. Consider Alexander Supertramp, who burned his money and his i.d. and headed into the wilderness. Or Dorian "Doc" Paskowitz, a onetime physician who in the 1950s quit his practice, dropped out of the mainstream and raised a family while living a nomadic surfing lifestyle. All 11 people in the family—the parents and nine children—lived in a trailer, ate organic food, roamed the country, and surfed. The kids were home-schooled; they celebrated the Jewish sabbath every Friday night.
That's right, you heard me: these are Jews. And if a nice Jewish boy can do it, you certainly can.
Or take Mike Reynolds, an architect before the Feds stripped him of his license. He builds houses off the grid, that generate their own electricity, have their own sewage, and live off of the water that falls from the sky. He's been harassed and sued and arrested. But he's still going, making it possible to live free of the mayhem. And it's not just that these houses are actually environmentally sustainable, which they are, it's that they make life—your life—sustainable.
You have to get creative in your tactics. You have to demand your pleasure. Because the world you're inheriting is hell bent on disallowing you your life. You have to create the time to savor this life, to deflect the time-soul-life suck of what we call the real world. But it isn't the real world; it's the cruel world. You can make a more palatable real world, a world worth living in, living for, a world capable of sustaining life.
Demand your pleasure.
Posted by Daniel Coffeen at 5:32 PM 10 comments
Monday, May 19, 2008
My Speech to the Graduates, v2
I want to talk to you today about pleasure.
Pleasure demands a certain slowness, a lingering, a languoring. You have to savor the complex palate of the tequila, let the emphatic umph of the Uni play across your tongue, lay in bed and nibble your sweetie's nape—slowly, very, very slowly. You need to take the time when you write to find the proper phrase, rhythm, figure. You have to let your mind and prose meander through and around and with an idea. You have to watch the great films once, twice, three times, a dozen times to truly appreciate them. You have to chew your food slowly, lay in the daytime sun, and enjoy your evening cocktail. You have to stroll, not run.
These are the things that are becoming increasingly difficult to come by. The America you inherit is an uncivil beast that moves at an ever more rapid clip, consuming dignity with spite. Take travel, one of the great luxuries of contemporary life. Travel has been stripped of its humanity as lines of people disrobe before disgruntled strangers. And when you question this degradation, this humiliation, you are told it's all for your own good. And, at times, you may actually believe that.
Do you understand what I just said? You actually believe that it is in your own best interest to be humiliated and degraded. This is how far we've come, how degraded we are, how terribly awry we've gone. Our fear has become such that we abandon the very things that make us human, the very things that bring us joy, the very things that make life livable: pleasure, civility, dignity.
Now take this thing we call work, this thing that causes you such great anxiety. And it should—but for different reasons. In today's America, a job demands you be at the office at a given place and time, usually quite early, and 5 days a week, regardless of how well you slept. You go to your inevitably gray cubicle beneath fluorescent lights and situate yourselves in front of a blue screen. This is exactly how I'd describe a prison—a fucking prison! None of this is healthy, physically or mentally. You talk to a variety of people, many of whom are boring, stupid, and incompetent if not cruel, stupid, and resentful. You spend time in meetings ill run at best, hate filled at worst. You grab some overly salted food for lunch, eat it at your computer, and spend the rest of the day dehydrated and bloated with gas. Perhaps you seek the restroom as a respite, a place to pass gas in peace or at least have some solitude. No such luck. The bathrooms are public and so you piss and shit and fart next to your office mates before you head back to your now stinky cubicle, bloated and thirsty.
Work is an elaborate holocaust of dignity.
This used to be a 40 hour a week assignment—40 of your best hours spent uncomfortably gaseous, helping make some moron you'll never meet richer than he already is. This 40 hour exercise in humiliation has become 50, 60, 70 hours long. I'm not making this up. The dot com revolution broke down the line separating work from play—so now you work all day long. You can wear jeans, have your nose pierced, and listen to Black Metal music. Work doesn't care—as long as you work.
You've been co-opted, children. The machine of work realized that it doesn't care if your tongue is pierced or tattoos line your flesh. They don't give a shit; they just want your warm body working. They even give you ping pong and foosball and let you have a beer now and again. And you think you're the one who came out ahead! You're working 60 hours a week and you think you won! The Google campus is hailed as liberation because they serve you lunch! Even prisoners on death row get fucking lunch. We are dead men walking, Starbucks infused zombies.
This is today's America. There's no room for rebellion as every effort to resist gets folded into the machine. All the avenues of resistance have been co-opted—poetry, fashion, music, even drugs as the pharmaceuticals replace the acid labs as the suppliers of your high. Look what's happened to the green movement: Clorox runs ads claiming to be green. We drive so-called green cars. Green cars! That's an oxymoron. You want to be green? Stop driving, you morons!
America is an ugly, cruel beast. Dropping bombs on Arabs is not the disease, it's the symptom. It's time to get creative in our revolts.
But as big and stupid and mean as America is, it's also big. And this gives us some room to operate. Maybe not for long as robotic drones fill the skies, leaving nothing unseen. But, for now, there is room. You don't have to walk mindlessly into this mire. There are options. Consider Alexander Supertramp, who burned his money and his i.d. and headed into the wilderness. Or Dorian "Doc" Paskowitz, a onetime physician who in the 1950s quit his practice, dropped out of the mainstream and raised a family while living a nomadic surfing lifestyle. All 11 people in the family—the parents and nine children—lived in a trailer, ate organic food, roamed the country, and surfed. The kids were home-schooled; they celebrated the Jewish sabbath every Friday night.
That's right, you heard me: these are Jews. And if a nice Jewish boy can do it, you certainly can.
Or take Mike Reynolds, an architect before the Feds stripped him of his license. He builds houses off the grid, that generate their own electricity, have their own sewage, and live off of the water that falls from the sky. He's been harassed and sued and arrested. But he's still going, making it possible to live free of the mayhem. And it's not just that these houses are actually environmentally sustainable, which they are, it's that they make life—your life—sustainable.
You have to get creative in your tactics. You have to demand your pleasure. Because the world you're inheriting is hell bent on disallowing you your life. You have to create the time to savor this life, to deflect the time-soul-life suck of what we call the real world. But it isn't the real world; it's the cruel world. You can make a more palatable real world, a world worth living in, living for, a world capable of sustaining life.
Demand your pleasure.
Posted by Daniel Coffeen at 5:32 PM 10 comments
July 8, 2008
Maybe I should just build bikes.
I know I probably dont have the technical proficiency, engineering knowledge or even the physical strength, let alone the money... but I think maybe instead of finishing an undergraduate degree, I should just spend that money and time learning to make bike and repair bike frames. If only my Jewish high school had metal shop. Theres always the United Bike Institute in Ashland, OR... that sounds pretty sick! How cool would it be to be able to make bikes for your friends? Check out this Moyer Cycles guy... he adds all sorts of sick details to his frames...
July 7, 2008
If I had more money, I'd spend a bunch of it on fonts.
So I was in LA today riding around on my bike when I came across a decent free magazine that I'd never heard of before. While flipping through it, I came across an ad for one of my favorite type foundries... House Industries. They have some radical fonts!!! I hope everyone will someday know the pleasure of finally finding a radical font for a job [I think thats the correct technical term? You know, not your job job.] or design assignment. I wish I could just hand letter like that! Although, being a graphic designer back in the time of paste-ups and hand lettering would be way more work there are just so many times when I wish I could bust out some hand drawn type. Limitless permutations of sweet sweet letter forms.
Check out this ampersand sculpture! I hecka want one!
Man, now I feel weird.
Check out this ampersand sculpture! I hecka want one!
Man, now I feel weird.
Graffiti Research Lab
Well, whats up doodz. Check out the radical Open Source project(s) of the inimitable GRL. They have masterminded many a sweet project in relation to public art, graffiti and free speech... g'wan and check it out at graffitiresearchlab.com!
My favorite project of theirs is this killer bike sound system called the Audio Tricycle... not really physical, but audio, graffiti... I've always wanted to do this with a sweet dub mixtape and a bmx bike!!!
I also think this Laser Tagging deal is pretty sick... its been around for a while, so chances are you've seen it... but nevertheless it's a neat DIY movement.
My favorite project of theirs is this killer bike sound system called the Audio Tricycle... not really physical, but audio, graffiti... I've always wanted to do this with a sweet dub mixtape and a bmx bike!!!
I also think this Laser Tagging deal is pretty sick... its been around for a while, so chances are you've seen it... but nevertheless it's a neat DIY movement.
July 6, 2008
LA, OC: The Shows!
Recommended Shows for Los Angeles(07.07-07.14):
(As found on Ohmyrockness, LA)
Mon 7/07, 9:00 PM
Captain Ahab, Brain Sander, Cabinet of Natural Curiosities, Kevin Shields
Pehrspace, All Ages, $5
Mon 7/07, 9:00 PM
Yellow Swans, Black Black
The Smell, All Ages, $5
Tilly & The Wall, Castledoor
The Echo (Echoplex) 18+ $16
Thu 7/10, 8:30 PM
King Khan & The Shrines, The Jacuzzi Boys
The Echo All Ages $12
Sat 7/12, 8:00 PM
Hieroglyphics, Blue Scholars, Knobody, Musab, Prince Ali
El Rey Theatre, All Ages, $20
Sat 7/12, 9:00 PM
RTX, Earthless, Bad Dudes
Spaceland, 21+, $10
Sat 7/12, 8:30 PM
Ratatat
The Echo (Echoplex), 18+, $20
Sun 7/13, 9:00 PM
Tunnelmantal Experimental Assembly, Ape Has Killed Ape, The May Fire:
Spaceland, 21+, free
Sun 7/13, 8:00 PM
Matmos, Wobbly, Dub Lab DJs
The Echo, 18+, $17
Orange County:
Jul 8 2008, 8:00P
Forty Lashes (on tour), Not A Chance, Stupid Flanders...
@ eVocal, $5?
SPECIAL FEATURE:
Acrobatics Everyday Presents: (Call me for more info: 949.683.3228)
TUESDAY JULY 8TH 2008
MUTATORS
METH TEETH
CHRISTMAS ISLAND
PARTY FOWL SPRAWL OUT
@ TBA | 8PM | $5
Jul 11 2008, 7:00P:
Will Koffman opening reception
@ eVocal, Free?
BAH! The Clinic AND Sol Art Gallery Café are both closed for the time being.
(As found on Ohmyrockness, LA)
Mon 7/07, 9:00 PM
Captain Ahab, Brain Sander, Cabinet of Natural Curiosities, Kevin Shields
Pehrspace, All Ages, $5
Mon 7/07, 9:00 PM
Yellow Swans, Black Black
The Smell, All Ages, $5
Tilly & The Wall, Castledoor
The Echo (Echoplex) 18+ $16
Thu 7/10, 8:30 PM
King Khan & The Shrines, The Jacuzzi Boys
The Echo All Ages $12
Sat 7/12, 8:00 PM
Hieroglyphics, Blue Scholars, Knobody, Musab, Prince Ali
El Rey Theatre, All Ages, $20
Sat 7/12, 9:00 PM
RTX, Earthless, Bad Dudes
Spaceland, 21+, $10
Sat 7/12, 8:30 PM
Ratatat
The Echo (Echoplex), 18+, $20
Sun 7/13, 9:00 PM
Tunnelmantal Experimental Assembly, Ape Has Killed Ape, The May Fire:
Spaceland, 21+, free
Sun 7/13, 8:00 PM
Matmos, Wobbly, Dub Lab DJs
The Echo, 18+, $17
Orange County:
Jul 8 2008, 8:00P
Forty Lashes (on tour), Not A Chance, Stupid Flanders...
@ eVocal, $5?
SPECIAL FEATURE:
Acrobatics Everyday Presents: (Call me for more info: 949.683.3228)
TUESDAY JULY 8TH 2008
MUTATORS
METH TEETH
CHRISTMAS ISLAND
PARTY FOWL SPRAWL OUT
@ TBA | 8PM | $5
Jul 11 2008, 7:00P:
Will Koffman opening reception
@ eVocal, Free?
BAH! The Clinic AND Sol Art Gallery Café are both closed for the time being.
Let's Get Serious...(and get a rad mixtape!)
Dear f(r)iends,
It's time to unionize our efforts to resurrect the potential of the internet; however, before we do that, I would like you to participate using our bitter lips and vulgar tongues to curse nostalgaic, diabetes-ridden, East Coast Professors. Our victim this time happens to be: Mark Bauerlein(Emory University, Atlanta).
Please read the L.A Times article(07.05.08) reviewing Baurelein's work, "The Dumbest Generation."I would like to hear your reactions to this topic and for you to also subscribe to this discussion.
In the near future, I will post certain excerpts from this outrageous work, to increase further dialogue. Hopefully, these conversations can inspire to improve the internet, but also improve the potential of this blog!
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BOOK REVIEW
'The Dumbest Generation' by Mark Bauerlein
How dumb are we? Thanks to the Internet, dumb and dumber, this author writes.
By Lee Drutman, Special to The Times
July 5, 2008
In the four minutes it probably takes to read this review, you will have logged exactly half the time the average 15- to 24-year-old now spends reading each day. That is, if you even bother to finish. If you are perusing this on the Internet, the big block of text below probably seems daunting, maybe even boring. Who has the time? Besides, one of your Facebook friends might have just posted a status update!
Such is the kind of recklessly distracted impatience that makes Mark Bauerlein fear for his country. "As of 2008," the 49-year-old professor of English at Emory University writes in "The Dumbest Generation," "the intellectual future of the United States looks dim."
The way Bauerlein sees it, something new and disastrous has happened to America's youth with the arrival of the instant gratification go-go-go digital age. The result is, essentially, a collective loss of context and history, a neglect of "enduring ideas and conflicts." Survey after painstakingly recounted survey reveals what most of us already suspect: that America's youth know virtually nothing about history and politics. And no wonder. They have developed a "brazen disregard of books and reading."
Things were not supposed to be this way. After all, "never have the opportunities for education, learning, political action, and cultural activity been greater," writes Bauerlein, a former director of Research and Analysis at the National Endowment for the Arts. But somehow, he contends, the much-ballyhooed advances of this brave new world have not only failed to materialize -- they've actually made us dumber.
The problem is that instead of using the Web to learn about the wide world, young people instead mostly use it to gossip about each other and follow pop culture, relentlessly keeping up with the ever-shifting lingua franca of being cool in school. The two most popular websites by far among students are Facebook and MySpace. "Social life is a powerful temptation," Bauerlein explains, "and most teenagers feel the pain of missing out."
This ceaseless pipeline of peer-to-peer activity is worrisome, he argues, not only because it crowds out the more serious stuff but also because it strengthens what he calls the "pull of immaturity." Instead of connecting them with parents, teachers and other adult figures, "[t]he web . . . encourages more horizontal modeling, more raillery and mimicry of people the same age." When Bauerlein tells an audience of college students, "You are six times more likely to know who the latest American Idol is than you are to know who the speaker of the U.S. House is," a voice in the crowd tells him: " 'American Idol' IS more important."
Bauerlein also frets about the nature of the Internet itself, where people "seek out what they already hope to find, and they want it fast and free, with a minimum of effort." In entering a world where nobody ever has to stick with anything that bores or challenges them, "going online habituates them to juvenile mental habits."
And all this feeds on itself. Increasingly disconnected from the "adult" world of tradition, culture, history, context and the ability to sit down for more than five minutes with a book, today's digital generation is becoming insulated in its own stultifying cocoon of bad spelling, civic illiteracy and endless postings that hopelessly confuse triviality with transcendence. Two-thirds of U.S. undergraduates now score above average on the Narcissistic Personality Inventory, up 30% since 1982, he reports.
At fault is not just technology but also a newly indulgent attitude among parents, educators and other mentors, who, Bauerlein argues, lack the courage to risk "being labeled a curmudgeon and a reactionary."
But is he? The natural (and anticipated) response would indeed be to dismiss him as your archetypal cranky old professor who just can't understand why "kids these days" don't find Shakespeare as timeless as he always has. Such alarmism ignores the context and history he accuses the youth of lacking -- the fact that mass ignorance and apathy have always been widespread in anti-intellectual America, especially among the youth. Maybe something is different this time. But, of course. Something is different every time.
The book's ultimate doomsday scenario -- of a dull and self-absorbed new generation of citizens falling prey to demagoguery and brazen power grabs -- seems at once overblown (witness, for example, this election season's youth reengagement in politics) and also yesterday's news (haven't we always been perilously close to this, if not already suffering from it?). But amid the sometimes annoyingly frantic warning bells that ding throughout "The Dumbest Generation," there are also some keen insights into how the new digital world really is changing the way young people engage with information and the obstacles they face in integrating any of it meaningfully. These are insights that educators, parents and other adults ignore at their peril.
Lee Drutman is co-author of "The People's Business: Controlling Corporations and Restoring Democracy."
It's time to unionize our efforts to resurrect the potential of the internet; however, before we do that, I would like you to participate using our bitter lips and vulgar tongues to curse nostalgaic, diabetes-ridden, East Coast Professors. Our victim this time happens to be: Mark Bauerlein(Emory University, Atlanta).
Please read the L.A Times article(07.05.08) reviewing Baurelein's work, "The Dumbest Generation."I would like to hear your reactions to this topic and for you to also subscribe to this discussion.
In the near future, I will post certain excerpts from this outrageous work, to increase further dialogue. Hopefully, these conversations can inspire to improve the internet, but also improve the potential of this blog!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
BOOK REVIEW
'The Dumbest Generation' by Mark Bauerlein
How dumb are we? Thanks to the Internet, dumb and dumber, this author writes.
By Lee Drutman, Special to The Times
July 5, 2008
In the four minutes it probably takes to read this review, you will have logged exactly half the time the average 15- to 24-year-old now spends reading each day. That is, if you even bother to finish. If you are perusing this on the Internet, the big block of text below probably seems daunting, maybe even boring. Who has the time? Besides, one of your Facebook friends might have just posted a status update!
Such is the kind of recklessly distracted impatience that makes Mark Bauerlein fear for his country. "As of 2008," the 49-year-old professor of English at Emory University writes in "The Dumbest Generation," "the intellectual future of the United States looks dim."
The way Bauerlein sees it, something new and disastrous has happened to America's youth with the arrival of the instant gratification go-go-go digital age. The result is, essentially, a collective loss of context and history, a neglect of "enduring ideas and conflicts." Survey after painstakingly recounted survey reveals what most of us already suspect: that America's youth know virtually nothing about history and politics. And no wonder. They have developed a "brazen disregard of books and reading."
Things were not supposed to be this way. After all, "never have the opportunities for education, learning, political action, and cultural activity been greater," writes Bauerlein, a former director of Research and Analysis at the National Endowment for the Arts. But somehow, he contends, the much-ballyhooed advances of this brave new world have not only failed to materialize -- they've actually made us dumber.
The problem is that instead of using the Web to learn about the wide world, young people instead mostly use it to gossip about each other and follow pop culture, relentlessly keeping up with the ever-shifting lingua franca of being cool in school. The two most popular websites by far among students are Facebook and MySpace. "Social life is a powerful temptation," Bauerlein explains, "and most teenagers feel the pain of missing out."
This ceaseless pipeline of peer-to-peer activity is worrisome, he argues, not only because it crowds out the more serious stuff but also because it strengthens what he calls the "pull of immaturity." Instead of connecting them with parents, teachers and other adult figures, "[t]he web . . . encourages more horizontal modeling, more raillery and mimicry of people the same age." When Bauerlein tells an audience of college students, "You are six times more likely to know who the latest American Idol is than you are to know who the speaker of the U.S. House is," a voice in the crowd tells him: " 'American Idol' IS more important."
Bauerlein also frets about the nature of the Internet itself, where people "seek out what they already hope to find, and they want it fast and free, with a minimum of effort." In entering a world where nobody ever has to stick with anything that bores or challenges them, "going online habituates them to juvenile mental habits."
And all this feeds on itself. Increasingly disconnected from the "adult" world of tradition, culture, history, context and the ability to sit down for more than five minutes with a book, today's digital generation is becoming insulated in its own stultifying cocoon of bad spelling, civic illiteracy and endless postings that hopelessly confuse triviality with transcendence. Two-thirds of U.S. undergraduates now score above average on the Narcissistic Personality Inventory, up 30% since 1982, he reports.
At fault is not just technology but also a newly indulgent attitude among parents, educators and other mentors, who, Bauerlein argues, lack the courage to risk "being labeled a curmudgeon and a reactionary."
But is he? The natural (and anticipated) response would indeed be to dismiss him as your archetypal cranky old professor who just can't understand why "kids these days" don't find Shakespeare as timeless as he always has. Such alarmism ignores the context and history he accuses the youth of lacking -- the fact that mass ignorance and apathy have always been widespread in anti-intellectual America, especially among the youth. Maybe something is different this time. But, of course. Something is different every time.
The book's ultimate doomsday scenario -- of a dull and self-absorbed new generation of citizens falling prey to demagoguery and brazen power grabs -- seems at once overblown (witness, for example, this election season's youth reengagement in politics) and also yesterday's news (haven't we always been perilously close to this, if not already suffering from it?). But amid the sometimes annoyingly frantic warning bells that ding throughout "The Dumbest Generation," there are also some keen insights into how the new digital world really is changing the way young people engage with information and the obstacles they face in integrating any of it meaningfully. These are insights that educators, parents and other adults ignore at their peril.
Lee Drutman is co-author of "The People's Business: Controlling Corporations and Restoring Democracy."
July 2, 2008
Olde English: Are we doing R. Kelly Again?
Superdeluxe.org has some great comedy troupes really making interesting, spastic programs!
The following is a bio, found other the website...
Olde English is a comedy group based in New York City.
In four years of performing, they have produced over a hundred short videos, and have performed at the U.S. Comedy Arts Festival in Aspen, the Chicago Sketch Comedy Festival, and the San Francisco Sketchfest. Their work has been featured on Good Morning America, MSNBC, and Entertainment Weekly's "Must List."
Olde English is Caleb Bark, Ben Popik, David Segal, Adam Conover, and Raphael Bob-Waksberg.
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Pretty Fun.
Good play on absurdist plays...
Another fun one!
The quality is a bitty shitty, but it has a nice Frisky Dingo feel to it...
The following is a bio, found other the website...
Olde English is a comedy group based in New York City.
In four years of performing, they have produced over a hundred short videos, and have performed at the U.S. Comedy Arts Festival in Aspen, the Chicago Sketch Comedy Festival, and the San Francisco Sketchfest. Their work has been featured on Good Morning America, MSNBC, and Entertainment Weekly's "Must List."
Olde English is Caleb Bark, Ben Popik, David Segal, Adam Conover, and Raphael Bob-Waksberg.
ø øø ø øø ø øø ø øø
Pretty Fun.
Good play on absurdist plays...
Another fun one!
The quality is a bitty shitty, but it has a nice Frisky Dingo feel to it...
Take that Cat Ladies...
Celebrities: If they were ugly...I mean Oklahomans...
Olsen Twins
B. Spears.
Can anybody guess who he is?
Olsen Twins
B. Spears.
Can anybody guess who he is?
July 1, 2008
i-D magazine and KAWS
KAWS guest edited this month's issue of i-D magazine and oh does it look good.
via kitsune noir
via kitsune noir
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