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September 6, 2007 01:47 PM

Marry Our Daughter: real or fake?

From the FAQ: "But in the unhappy event that your marriage doesn’t work out, then whatever conditions have been negotiated between the husband and the wife’s family will apply." (Emphasis mine.)

This is just too easy a target. Seriously.

(Three cheers to Jef for the disturbing, though probably not real, link.)

September 4, 2007 10:49 AM

To the surprise of almost no one who reads any local news, The New York Times is reporting that the UO, among other public universities, is under-supported by the state, and as a result it's adding considerable fees on top of tuition:

All told, fees add up to $1,542, or nearly an additional 40 percent on top of tuition of $3,984. That does not even count additional fees charged for taking certain courses.

Later in the story comes this:

“There’s a particular appeal for the students who pay it, because they see it and they see the benefit,' said Dave Frohnmayer, president of the University of Oregon.

But earlier in the story, the student interviewed, student body president Emily McLain, says, "“Students want more transparency."

Whichever of those viewpoints you're inclined to agree with, I'd like to give the NYT a hug: I tire of hearing about sports vs. academics when what I really want to hear about is why the UO is so underfunded by the state. Why not take the question to the next level? Just for a little while, can we stop asking why sports gets more money and attention from donors, and ask instead why this public institution doesn't get more attention and money from the state?

August 29, 2007 10:49 AM

Goodnight, Mr. Kristal. I always liked your style.

More at:
• The New York Times
• MTV.com
• Billboard.com
• Gothamist

And all over the net as it goes, I suspect. If the name doesn't ring a bell — Hilly Kristal was the founder of CBGB's (technically it's just CBGB, but everyone seems to add the possessive), a place so legendary you might actually think more of it if you've never been there. Dirty, dark, with the nastiest bathrooms you'd ever see and an awkwardly-shaped stage, it was the breeding ground for a lot of New York music, and it was an icon until it closed last year.

A little piece of the city has now, undeniably, slipped away.

August 27, 2007 01:26 PM

Da Capo Press's Best Music Writing 2007* just arrived — I mean seriously just arrived — in my inbox. This is one of my favorite book-arrival moments of the year: the quick perusal, the head-shaking, the nodding, the wondering why I haven't gotten around to reading last year's edition yet. This year, I think, I will read it. I will read it soon.

The ’07 tome's guest editor is Robert Christgau, which is completely appropriate, especially following his abrupt dismissal from the Village Voice — to me it seems like a way to acknowledge how wrong that dismissal was, and how Christgau's place in the music writers' pantheon is a solid one. Not that the world's about to forget him; he's writing for Rolling Stone, and he'll make his voice heard one way or another, the opinionated git (this is said admiringly, if my tone's not clear yet). I often disagree with Christgau, or simply find that the things that stand out to him are exactly the opposite of what stand out to me, and I'm still put off that his entire argument at one of the EMP Pop Conference panels last April seemed to be based on the assumption that of course the Bob Dylan record was the best record of last year; if you didn't agree, you were simply wrong, no questions asked or discussion encouraged. But I respect the guy, as music writers and listeners really should.

The Best Music Writing list, at first glance, looked like a Who's Who of that Pop Conference, from keynote speaker Jonathan Lethem ("Being James Brown," from Rolling Stone) to den mother Ann Powers ("Latinos Give New Life to Neil Diamond Anthem," Los Angeles Times) to Carl Wilson ("If Music Is the Answer, What's the Question?") to Portland's Douglas Wolk ("The Syncher, Not the Song: The Irresistable Rise of the Numa Numa Dance," The Believer). It made me roll my eyes a little, I admit it. But that wasn't quite fair: sure, the Pop Conference had a certain clubhouse feel for the great majority of the time, but if I'm forcing myself to be honest, many of those folks knew each other from previous years, from jobs, from everything else in life, and if I felt like a stranger there, it was at least partly my own fault. (Confession the second: I refused to wear my name badge because I didn't like the way I'd see people's eyes glide over the badges of attendees they didn't know or recognize.) Plus, well, there's a reason those folks were presenting papers at the conference, and it's the same reason they're in the damn book: They know their shit.

And beyond that, when you start digging a little deeper into BMW, you find some funny things. A handful of online pieces come from both names you know (David Byrne) and names you probably don't (Jane Dark). The big papers and magazines are there, but smaller ones are too, and a couple of weeklies crop up as well. I have a particularly high level of respect for the alt-weekly folks simply because I never seem to have the time to think about music as much as I ought to, and clearly they're making time in better and smarter ways.

So what's my point? Well, firstly it's just that this book is always interesting (it comes out in November; the complete list of selections should be online soon, but I can't find it yet). And secondly it's that music criticism is doing something that other forms and outlets for writing ought to be doing: broadening the circle. At the AAN (Association of Alternative Weeklies) conference in Portland in June, there was a disappointing smugness apparent in a discussion of food bloggers and how they might affect alt-weeklies' own food coverage and commentary. All four panelists seemed to shrug off the very possibility that bloggers — a misleading term to begin with, since it encompasses everything from 12-year-olds with the hots for Britney to the likes of Sasha Frere-Jones and the insightful folks at film blog The House Next Door — could have something meaningful to add to the conversation.

But here we have Christgau — one of the most recognizable names in his field — picking from the old standards and the new pages on the block. He's not the first to do so; it's not the first time internet-based stories have appeared in the annual collection. But it makes me happy all the same to see it continue; to see that you can still get in the damn pool.

* Full disclosure: I know (from college) and admire series editor Daphne Carr. But I'd read the damn book anyway, were her name not on it.

Possibly to be continued...

August 27, 2007 11:47 AM

You know when you're at the grocery store and you're semi-frantically stuffing your crap back in your wallet and balancing your lunch in one hand so you have a free hand to get the door? No? Well, er, that's me. Often. And today, at Kiva, Suzi and I were babbling about LOLcats and covers while she bought her snacky sticks, and I think the cashier said something nice to us. But iced coffee was numbing my fingers and the coldness was spreading to my brain, I think, because it took about three minutes for it to register as a compliment. At least I'd managed to smile.

So thanks, Kiva Guy! That was nice.

P.S. While I'm thinking about nice cashiers and such, I'd like to sing the praises of the ladies of the Novella Café, who make my every coffee run just that much better — even when they're out of cinnamon sugar bagels.

August 27, 2007 10:28 PM

The automatic ticketing machines at Regal ask too many questions.

The standup cardboard ad for The Seeker makes me growl and grimace every time I see it. That is a travesty. You thought the tidied up The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was bad? Try reading Susan Cooper's amazing Dark Is Rising series and then stomaching this horrendous preview.

Mmm, pretzel. Now if they just had pretzel bites.

I'm more than a little uncomfortable with the multiple army/Marines/etc. recruitment ads before the movies these day. Everything is exciting! And inspirational! And looks just like the movies!

Speaking of pre-movie ads, I'm OK with the First Look, especially when I get to see scenes from Heroes that make me go all goosebumpy: Claire saying, "Oh, WOW"; Mohinder talking about the future of the heroes using language that, oddly, reminds me of Al Gore talking about global warming; new heroes!; Sylar, clearly alive and well, at least until he runs off to play Spock; not a lot of Peter Petrelli but he is simply not dead. Though he does appear to have a haircut. I disapprove. Bring back faux-Conor Oberst Peter!

Please, for the love of ... something ... no more ancient Denzel Washington ad for the Boys and Girls Club, and no more of that bizarre ad that equates listening to the little voice inside you that wants you to change the world with, er, turning off your cell phones. It distresses me that people are so thoughtless that there are no less than three reminders to turn off your cell phones. And pagers. Lots of those around.

Previews: Um, Steve Carrell? In a sort of feelgood family movie? Oh ... kay. Also, Greg Kinnear getting dumped by Selma Blair. At least that one involves Alexa Davalos, better known to some of us as the electrified Gwen on Angel. This Sydney White thing looks just awful. Isn't that the same mean blonde from Bratz? Please let me see the preview for Elizabeth: The Golden Age again. No? Sigh.

About here is where someone sat down next to me. Let me back up a few steps: this theater was more than mostly empty. There were about 20 people, most of whom were sitting together in small clumps, giggling and munching popcorn. To my mind, there's a couple of rules to follow when sitting in a mostly-empty theater:

1. Do not sit directly in front of or behind someone else when there's plenty of room to avoid doing so.


I'd never had this happen before. I was sitting in a nice spot, right in the middle, five or six rows from the mid-theater walkway, with loads of seats all around. A woman came in and started down my row. I got ready to pull my legs in so she could pass, but no; she sat right next to me. She seemed nice enough, maybe my mother's age, and she didn't say a word.

It was a little awkward. Ten years ago I might have found an excuse to move, but now ... I didn't want to seem horribly rude (obviously I wasn't so worried about it as to not post here, though). I thought maybe she didn't like to sit alone, even if that meant sitting near strangers. I thought maybe she didn't want to ask me to move, but wanted to sit close to the middle without going all the way around. I made up justifications for why she'd sit right in the one seat next to me, out of all the available seats in the theater.

I was just glad I'd finished chomping my pretzel, honestly.

Oh, the movie? It was OK.

August 24, 2007 01:47 PM

A city of Eugene proposal to quiet railroad horns by closing five downtown rail crossings could cut off a section of downtown.

Rail crossings at Monroe, Madison, Jefferson, Lawrence and Lincoln may be closed. Here’s a map.

City staff say the closures may be required by federal rules in order to establish a "quiet zone" to give nearby residents and businesses relief from frequent loud horn blasts.

The city has planned a public forum on the street closings and quiet zone for Tuesday, August 28, from 7 to 9 p.m. at the Campbell Center, 155 High St. Staff plan to take their recommendations to the city council on Nov. 28. For more information check out the city’s web site.

August 22, 2007 12:10 PM

Superbad is pretty super-good, but I can't help but wonder if I would have liked it as much if it didn't star Michael Cera, whom I have also adored as George-Michael Bluth on Arrested Development and as slightly creepy campus tour guy Dean on Veronica Mars. Cera's a slender, wide-eyed 18-year-old with incredible comic timing and a subtle sense of humor that's hard to pin down. Why, exactly, is it hysterically funny when he runs (in Superbad), or when he tries to explain to his dad that his dud girlfriend is cute (in AD)? (Just say the word "mayonegg" to me and I'll keel over with laughter). Partly it's just that he looks so, so, so, so normal, like your best friend's little brother or the guy who makes those really good vanilla lattes. But he's not normal. He's brilliant.


Ahem. Sorry. Capslock excitement got the best of me there. You can also get more Michael Cera at Clark and Michael, where I am about to watch some funny interwebs TV about Clark and Michael trying to sell a script (at least that is what it says it is about). Also, there is a blog on this site, and Michael Cera most recenly blogged about Beulah, which is a band all people with good taste should like. So clearly he's more than just a pretty face the funniest 18-year-old of his era.

August 21, 2007 03:53 PM

A Stanford trained global warming scientist that has been biking around the world to raise awareness about global warming will be in Eugene on Thursday.

David Kroodsma will give a presentation at 5:30 pm on Thursday, August 30th in the Bascom/Tykeson Room, Eugene Public Library.

Over the past two years, Kroodsma has biked from California to the southern tip of South America and has recently biked from Boston to Seattle. He is now biking south and will finish this journey in the San Francisco Bay Area in September, according to a press release. For more information, check out his website.

August 21, 2007 02:18 PM

Researchers at Oregon State University have helped develop an automated method of sampling municipal sewers for drugs.

According to an Aug. 21 OSU press release, "The method could provide a drug surveillance tool to help public health and law enforcement officials identify patterns of drug abuse across municipalities of all sizes."

Will having Big Brother in the bathroom give people the willies?

The technique is controversial. The OSU researchers refused to say which
municipal sewers they'd tested for fear the treatment plants would deny
the researchers future access, according to a USA Today story. That's what happened when elected officials in San Diego learned that  White House drug researchers wanted to test their sewage plant, according to a Science magazine story.

The monitoring raises a buch of questions:

Did the OSU researchers check Eugene's pipes and if so how do we compare?

Maybe monitoring the half-time flush tidal wave will finally show just how much beer Duck fans consume?

Could the same techniques be used to check an individual house's outflow?

Will the Supreme Court have to rule on the legality of warrantless crapper tappers?

August 20, 2007 02:59 PM

This is the best thing I've read all day. Besides Best of Eugene ballots, I mean:

Kristen Bell to join the cast of Heroes.

I stopped reading beyond the basic news, because I'm spoilerphobic. But suddenly October is just that much better: Veronica on Heroes, just as VMars season three arrives on DVD! (See, I didn't watch the show when it started, and I'm trying very hard to avoid downloading season three as I want extras and things like that with the DVD set. I resisted this show like crazy, but now I'm a junkie for it. Go figure.)

Other things I'm tracking for fall: Moonlight, which looks like an Angel copy but stars Veronica Mars' Jason Dohring (oh, Logan!) as a bad boy (as well it should), and Pushing Daisies, because the commercials are neat looking.

But soon I will have cable, and then my resistance will be sorely tested.

August 16, 2007 10:56 AM

So I skipped yesterday. Sorry. I'd like to say it was the impending doom of having to get four fillings today, but I only just found out this morning that today is the Day of Dental Hell. Also, as you may have noticed, it's raining. A good day to wear flip-flops, too.

Yesterday did turn up one lovely example of what I shall ever so creatively call Oregon In the News: The New York Times did a nice piece on Clear Creek Distillery (as always, if it wants you to log in, go to BugMeNot). Pear brandy always reminds me of being a curious 14-year-old, asking my stepfather what he was drinking; the hot, fruity scent was wafting across the table at me. "Would you like to taste it?" he asked.

It was a very effective way to leave me disinterested in drinking. At least until college, anyway.

While I'm talking Oregon, don't forget the Tillamook Mac & Cheese contest. I can't claim to be inspired to such heights as to include crab — or maybe it's just that my wallet can't reach to such great heights — but there's something tantalizing about this all the same.

Which is more than I can say for most of the internet today. Short of doing another trawl through my unread bookmarks — all too many of which have to do with Harry Potter or Joss Whedon, it seems — I've got nothin'. You want something to do? Go vote for Best of Eugene! And come by and pick up some flyers while you're at it.

There. That should keep you busy for a while.

August 16, 2007 11:26 AM

People. People, people, people. (Yes, I am using people in that annoying middle-school-teacher way for a reason.) I know you want your friends, your friends' bands, your employers, your aunts and uncles to win Best of Eugene. But every time you put a duplicate ballot in the box, you make winning a Best of Eugene award mean less. Also, somewhere, a baby bunny cries. Let's go over a couple of quick things:

1. No, you may not fill out a ballot for your boyfriend / mom / sister-in-law / grampa in Kentucky. I don't care if they told you you could. I'm telling you you can't.

2. Using different colors of ink will neither disguise your handwriting nor make me think the ballots are coming from different people.

3. Voting for a few different things here and there while keeping the same votes in key categories will also not disguise your evil, ballot-stuffing ways.

Got that? I'm keeping a stack of these puppies, and it's growing. And it's very obvious when they come in.

Also, while I'm yelling at you, don't forget to put your name on the ballot and vote in at least 20 categories. Ballots that do not follow the rules will not be counted. No joke.

August 14, 2007 10:43 AM

I have a confession to make.

I'm a bookmark junkie.

What happens is simple: I'm strolling along on the information (overload) superhighway (dirty allway) and something catches my eye. "Oooh!" I think to myself. "That looks interesting! But too long to stop and read/listen/respond to right now."

Tick! goes the little plus button. And the list is lengthened. And then again. And again. And sometimes I go back and the links are no longer there. (An episode of "The Leonard Lopate Show" from 2005 on which one of my former bosses makes an appearance, though, is still there for my eventual listening pleasure.)

Let's see what we can dredge up, shall we?

• Apartment Therapy. Boy, this'd be awesome if I were rich. As it is, I'm just envious.

• An interview with the cast of X-Men 3 from Comic Book Resources. Too depressing to read; can't seem to get past the Brett Ratner quotes at the beginning, no matter how often I try.

• "Up With Grups" from New York magazine. I've read this one, actually, but I keep it around to make myself feel better about my eventual future as a grown-up of some sort. Even though some of the people described are really quite annoying.

• Self-Discipline. Clearly something I am never, ever going to read.

• Chernobyl: Time Coverage. The kind of thing I fully intend to read so as to further my knowledge of events that happened when I was too young to read much about them. Alas, "fully intend to read" does not often equal "read."

• Newsarama talks to Matt Fraction about The Five Fists of Science. Yes, there are a lot of comic-related links in my jumbled bookmarks. Some of them are even sorted into a special folder. I love comics. But I usually wait until the library has them to read them. And I've forgotten to check on this one. So ... yeah.

• Language Log discusses how one ought to pluralize MacBook Pro. Language Log makes me feel stupid.

• Roger Sutton, editor-in-chief of The Horn Book (and one of my most favorite people in all of children's literature, which is one of my most favorite things) offers a superb quote worthy remembering on the difference between critics and regular people.

• Mark Jenkin's entertaining street installations (don't miss the parking meters turned into lollipops).

• Tiny Animals on Fingers: almost as capable of making a bad day better as Cute Overload!.

• Perry Bible Fellowship: Get your mean on. When you find the one about the unicorn, give me the link, OK?

I've got to stop this now; I keep finding unread links to stories about productivity, self-discipline and the like. Perhaps the bookmarks need a quick cull before I drag any more of them into the light.