Saturday, April 30, 2011

Why I Would Make A Great Ambassador

I recently told somebody that "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" was the Canadian national anthem.

I proceeded to tell them that Gordon Lightfoot was the president of Canada.

And that Gordon Lightfoot appears on the Canadian one-dollar bill.


I am the reason everybody hates America.

That is all.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Phil Phridays! -- Separate Lives

First, the video to "Separate Lives" from the 1985 film White Nights. Look for Mikhail Baryshnikov and the late Gregory Hines as they appear very sad about something.


And now for... whatever this is.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Bathroom Etiquette: You, Me, and Public Facilities

I have very specific rules regarding behavior in public bathrooms. (Or "washrooms" as they call them here in Canada. "Washrooms" and "behaviour".) I'm not quite so thorough at home as I know where I've been, but out among the masses I take the necessary steps to ensure the most ideal bathroom situations possible.



We'll start with the urinals.
If there are three unoccupied urinals in a row, never take the middle one.
If possible, always leave an open urinal between you and the guy next to you.
Always keep your eyes on the road (and never EVER on anybody else's road).
Other suitable places to affix your eyes:
- The wall in front of you.
- The small TV mounted atop the urinal (if you are in a fancy hotel).
- The ceiling.
- Any debris/insects/cigarette butts (aka TARGETS) floating in the water.
- (Some urinals in Europe feature strategically placed artificial targets to help you reduce splash.)
- The blinking red sensor on automatic urinals.
- Anywhere, really, except left or right.

Some guys, when doing business at a urinal, are content to let it all hang out. That's fine, I suppose, as nobody is supposed to be watching anyway. I choose to be more discreet, utilizing my hands and particular articles of clothing as blinders.

Some guys snuggle right up to the urinal. All urinals, in my mind, are dripping with urine. Sometimes we don't have the best aim, and I'm not going to come in contact with anything more than I have to. As a result I actually stand a bit further away than the normal person does. I'm not way back trying to score three-pointers or anything, but I'm going to ensure I'll never get foreign pee on my pants.

As far as flushing a urinal, if I must press a lever or a button (and you should always flush), I'll make a fist and give it a quick bash. Then I'll wash my hands, paying particular attention to that small contact area on my now-tainted skin. You may flush using a disposable tissue or paper towel if you absolutely must avoid skin contact.



Troughs are essentially the same business except there's a lot more cuddling with your fellow peer. Usually found at older stadiums, depending how crowded the event is you may find yourself trying to get the job done while standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Concentrate on the task at hand and remember that the guys on either side of you want to get out of there just as quickly as you do. But, in your haste, don't forget to tuck and zip BEFORE you spin around and face the throng of antsy men behind you.

You may experience some stage fright. This is normal and is nothing to be ashamed of. Should it impede your flow just go to the back of the line and try again.
Tips to get you going:
- Take deep breaths. Ease it out on the exhale.
- Close your eyes. This will help block out distractions. Just make sure you're pointed in the right direction.
- Wait until you're about to explode. Painful, but effective.
- Mentally countdown. Personally, I say "On your mark, get set, go." It works 90% of the time. But don't say it out loud, otherwise people will think you're weird.



On stalls...
First of all, before anything else, ensure ample toilet paper is present.
Next, make sure the stall door latches. At the very least, make sure you can hold it shut.
A good clean seldom-used stall is a rare find. Check the far corners of a large shopping mall or the infrequently-visited floors of your local government building. Airports have public restrooms in the strangest nooks and crannies, so don't simply go to the first (and most heavily populated) bathroom you see when you need to spend quality time dropping some travel weight.

Sometimes you can't have a pristine virgin stall, so you have to do some quick cleaning. I don't use paper toilet covers because they're a hassle and they make me slide all over the place. I don't lay down squares of toilet paper on the seat for the same reason. Instead I rub down the seat with toilet paper, making sure it's dry and speck-free. I even do this at home, though not as vigorously. Be sure to flush before sitting down. Splash back can be a scary thing.

How long is too long to stay in the stall? In my opinion, unless you can tell somebody is waiting on you, you can spend all day in there. It's quiet, it's private, and the toilets are far more powerful than anything you've got at home. But if somebody is meandering around out there don't be a potty hog.

Generally I try to avoid conversations with strangers while doing my business. You might be a more talkative individual, but keep in mind you may be making somebody else's life a living Hell. Personally I'm very uncomfortable with speaking to somebody a few inches away from me while we're both holding our respective junks. The sink is a far better (and cleaner) place to converse.

Back when I worked at a bookstore, I was at a urinal and an older gentleman pulled in beside me. We were both quietly doing our own thing for a while, and then he suddenly said somewhat leeringly, "Are you hiring young boys?" I was in a physically vulnerable position, and my first thought was to get out of there as soon as possible. However, 50% of the world's population knows you can't just stop mid-stream. But he then went on to explain that his teenage son was looking for a job, and I was able to relax again. THIS is why I don't talk to people while watering the flowers.

These aren't things I even have to think about anymore. I do them by instinct and muscle memory. It's a lifestyle. Public bathrooms are different worlds, and my domain is peaceful, organized, and, most importantly, relatively sanitary.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Phil Phridays! -- The Musical Box



Recorded in 1972 for Belgian television.
Peter Gabriel on vocals, looking like a chick I know at work.
Phil Collins tearing up the drums, growing as much hair as he can before it all falls out.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Getting Rippled

That disaster in Japan -- the quake + tsunami one-two punch -- has, one month later, caused a significant reduction of work hours at my job here on the other side of the planet. The physical shockwaves move quickly but also dissipate quickly. The intangible shockwaves (economic disruptions, supplier line gaps, the vacancies realized by the mass loss of human life, etc.) move across the world more slowly, but their effects are felt that much longer.

Factories are running out of Japanese-made parts. Workers have nothing to build. Companies are cutting back production. Auto manufacturers around the world have reduced production to 30%. Not BY 30%... production is reduced TO 30%.

This will go on until parts production plants in Japan are either rebuilt or companies find new suppliers. Who knows how long that will take.

And I try not to complain because A) I still have a job and B) I still have a beating heart. Many can't say the same.

Optimistically speaking this means I have more family time, although I now also have less money to spend on said family. Lots of trips to parks and Taco Bell!

But anyway, I want Japan to heal up. Not for my pithy sake (not to be confused with my pithy saké) or even for the sake of the corporate landscape, but for the Japanese themselves. I try to empathize: what if the ocean, covered with flaming debris, ate my city? Followed by swamped reactors radiating my vegetables? Then the want of a cozy job takes a back seat to much more essential tasks like rebuilding and survival.

So heal up, Japan. Take care of yourself first. We can get by on limited inventory for a while. Just make sure your citizens are provided for.

And for goodness sakes stop building your nuclear facilities so close to the shore.

Signed,
One good-hearted (yet still too often ignorant) Americano.


Oneida - "Doin Business In Japan"

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Cheap Links Are Less Time-Consuming Than The Alternative

Suddenly I found myself typing up a blog post about the women's liberation movement as reflected (or, as I'm finding, UNreflected) by 1960s girl-group pop music. It's going to take a few days. I totally meant to write about something else, but now it is what it is and I'll have to finish it.

But not right now because I'm sleepy.

In the meantime, check out my review of Jurassic Park (timely, I know) as well as all the other wonderful reviews written by our ragtag club of amateur film reviewers.
"Jurassic Park: Ah, Ah, Ahh."

NoiseTrade is offering up Storyboards, the 11-song 2009 album by Sleeping At Last, for the cheap price of FREE. But only for a short time. It's a good collection of weepy songs. Check it out.
https://www.noisetrade.com/sleepingatlast

In fact there's a lot of good stuff dangling around at NoiseTrade.com, so if you've got some time you should explore the site.


I feel like there's something else.

I ate all the cookies.

Goodnight.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The MP3.com Vault: Acoustic Versions

Over ten years ago, in the glory days of MP3.com, several bands (even those signed to -- gasp! -- labels) posted material to MP3.com that was otherwise unavailable. Sometimes they would share acoustic versions of their songs, and sometimes they were actually good. Here are four of those good (and now rare) acoustic tracks.

Sky's The Limit was an ambitious do-it-yourself band that greatly benefited from MP3.com exposure. Despite never signing to a label (though The Neverending Sessions would be re-released through Spark Recordings) the band gained word-of-mouth popularity and garnered a lot of recommendations on the website. They endeared themselves to their fans by posting virtually every song from their lone full-length album. For good measure they tacked on some non-album acoustic tracks. These were good songs, too. If they sound familiar it is because co-founder Dave Gimenez later changed his name to Dave Elkins and co-founded the band Mae, who were signed to Tooth & Nail Records. It's those Big Bird vocals. You can't miss it.
Sky's The Limit - Neverending Like The Sky (acoustic)

Speaking of Mae, shortly before MP3.com dissolved into something lame, the band managed to post a couple free tracks (surprising, since Tooth & Nail was not in the habit of giving away anything for free). One of those free tracks was an acoustic version of "This Time Is The Last Time," apparently recorded at MP3.com studios (studios I didn't even know existed until I heard the spoken intro to the song). Personally I like it better than the album version.
Mae - This Time Is The Last Time (acoustic)

Though Ozma already had a dedicated fan base, it expanded when they got themselves an MP3.com account and shared all sorts of boppy nerd-rock goodness. Like a good band appreciative of their fans, they posted some hard-to-get tracks and some available-nowhere-else acoustic tracks. Here are two acoustic tracks that will get stuck in your head for days. The original versions are good, but these are top-notch.
Ozma - Reign Of The Golden Gorilla (acoustic)
Ozma - Gameover (acoustic)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Phil Phridays!

Just a link this time.

http://leitch.tumblr.com/post/4327141328/phil-collins-hopes-you-had-a-nice-weekend

But you are absolutely mandatorily required to click on it.

Bore Alert: Briefly, My TV Viewing Habits

I may say that I don't watch a lot of TV, but I actually do watch a lot of TV. I just don't watch any sitcoms or dramas. But then sometimes I do.

It's usually baseball, and if not baseball then football, and if not football then basketball. Not often basketball. But then sometimes often basketball.

A lot of nature docs, too. Nature and space are so mesmerizing on an HD television.

A lot more history docs. I find myself oddly compelled by urban development from centuries ago.

The only non-sports fictional-storyline programing I watch with any sort of regularity is "The Simpsons." I don't even watch "The Simpsons" that often anymore because episodes from recent seasons make me frown. If a fifteen-year-old episode that I've seen eighty-seven times comes on... yeah, I'll still watch that and probably laugh obnoxiously at the jokes I already know are coming.

I used to watch "The Daily Show" every night and Conan ("Late Night With" or otherwise) every other night. But then I got a new job, and now those time slots are reserved for working or sleeping.

I used to watch a lot of "C.S.I." But then I stopped. I don't know why.

I can't get into the routine of reserving one night of the week for a particular show. I like "30 Rock," but I don't know what time or day it comes on. Frankly, I don't even care. I've liked the three episodes of "Community" I've seen, but again, it's not a part of my personal schedule and, consequently, I won't watch it. That's fine. I don't feel like I'm missing out.

I can't get into serials, either. No "Heroes," no "Fringe," definitely no "Lost." I can't tell you why. It's not the dedication necessary to watch the whole series (although that does play a part). I know the shows are put together well. People tell me I would like them. But they don't tickle my interest bone at all. Not in the slightest.

And this is why my attempt to try out "The Borgias" is surprising (to me, anyway). I normally don't care about historical dramas. I'll probably never watch an episode of "The Tudors." But here we have a story that is a bit different than others. This one is about POPES. How many TV shows are there about popes? I'm sure there is some obscure BBC comedy from the 1980s about a pope who owns a bicycle shop in Leeds or something, but since it doesn't appear on North American television it doesn't count.

The first episode of "The Borgias" was good, but I felt compelled to fact-check every character and every detail. I kept making mental notes, and this kept distracting me from the story. This is probably why I don't watch historical dramas in the first place.

Also there was more nakedity than necessary. But no swears, so kids'll love it!

It took me a couple of days to decide whether or not I'll take in the second episode. I'll do it, but no promises for the third.

[This is why I primarily just watch sports. I don't over-think it. Did you notice how quickly I glossed over my sports-viewing habits? Did you see how complicated I made everything else?]


I could go into much greater detail about every aspect of every show I do and don't watch, but this is already the most boring combination of letters and words I've ever typed.


Irrelevant to all of the above, snag Insound's April sampler before it's no longer available. It'll be up until the end of this week, but I don't know if that means Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. I'm listening to the tracks now. It's a good one.
http://www.insound.com/promos/mixtape?from=99933

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Your Precious Baseball Cards Are Probably Worthless

Today I got to talking about Jose Canseco with a guy I work with. I don't remember how Mr. Canseco came up. We were talking about Charlie Sheen, and I guess one train wreck leads to another.

Anyway, buddy says he used to love Jose Canseco. In fact, he says he still has Jose Canseco's rookie card.
"Topps or Donruss?" I ask. Donruss produced Canseco's rookie card first. Topps' Canseco card came in an addendum to the 1986 set called a Topps Traded set. Fleer did the same thing with an "Update" set. But since Donruss beat them to the punch the Donruss Canseco rookie card is the most desirous one. WAS the most desirous one...
"Donruss," he replies.
"Does it say Rated Rookie on it?"
"I believe it does," he replies.


He goes on to tell me about other cards he may still have lying around somewhere.
Frank Thomas rookie card --

"Topps? 1990?"
"I believe so," he replies.
"Is he down on one knee, still in his college uniform?"
"Yep," he replies.

Ken Griffey, Jr. rookie card --

"Is it Upper Deck?" I ask.
"Yep," he replies.
"1989?"
"Yep. Bat slung over his shoulder," he replies.

I tell him that these three cards could have each netted him several hundred dollars in the early 1990s.

"How much are they worth now?" he asks.
"About $20 all together."
If he finds a generous buyer.

In the 1980s people were discovering that their stash of cards stowed away in the attic, the ones they collected as kids in the 1940s, 1950s, and 1960s, were in fact very valuable collectibles. Everybody began scooping up as many baseball cards as they could, dreaming about how much they would appreciate in value in a couple dozen years.

Card companies, responding to demand, began over-producing cards in the 1980s and 1990s. For a while this didn't effect the value of particular cards. If a card is valuable now, people figured, imagine how much MORE valuable it will be in the future. So everybody kept buying, and prices kept going up. The Jose Cansecos and Frank Thomases and Ken Griffeys became investments.

Eventually people realized that these cards were actually pretty easy to come by, and as demand ebbed their value dropped. And dropped. And dropped. Of course, it doesn't help when your "investment" has trouble landing D-list celebrity boxing gigs later in life. (Seriously, did you hear about this? Jose was slated to box. He sent his twin brother to fight instead AS IF NOBODY WOULD NOTICE.)

I told him that there were some Frank Thomas rookie card variations that may still be valuable. On one of them Topps forgot to put his name on the front of the card. That one is pretty rare, so maybe he should check to see if he has it. But I know he doesn't. He has the used-to-be-valuable-but-no-longer card. So do I. So does everybody else. It's currently appreciating a few cents in a closet somewhere.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Phil Phridays! -- Bone Thugs-n-Harmony edition



I was once told that Phil Collins has a "ghetto pass." I'm not entirely sure what a ghetto pass is, nor can I even conceive how Phil Collins might have acquired one. All I know is that Phil Collins can stroll through the roughest urban neighborhoods, day or night, and remain untouched. He also knows who shot Biggie.