Archive for July, 2006


A few days ago I discovered the band ILYAIMY (“I Love You And I Miss You”, inspired by some urban sticker performance art project several years ago). They call themselves “acoustic grunge,” but having no metal background I’d describe them as a combination of riot-folk guitar, RHCP-esque bass, Guster-like conga, Dragonzord’s girl-boy harmonics, Louis Armstrong’s growls, and just plain badass piano. You can tell that every member of the band is both passionate and competent; you can hear every instrument. And the music’s heartbreaking–in a blues sense, not an emo sense. I want to make love to their lead female vocalist’s voice…

They have a few songs up on their website–Will is my favorite one up there, though Matador showcases their female vocalist’s voice the most. Deep in the AM‘s good, too.

The song that really turned me on to the band, though, was a track Nelson had, called “Valeri.” I thought the song was gorgeous the first time I heard it. Now that I’ve read the story behind the song, though… man…

Valeree was a wonderful summer romance. She moved back to Florida and we wrote back and forth to one another in our almost identical tiny black-inked handwriting for over a year afterwards. The letters stopped suddenly and I had always wondered why. Years later she wrote to me on a whim, wondering who I was. She’d been dancing in a club and a big steel moon thing fell from the ceiling and struck her on the head. It totally wiped out years of her life and her only memory of me was the letters and photographs we’d been sending. She used the money from the settlement to build her own art gallery.”

I’ll put the track up here so y’all can listen in.

I leave Philly in less than two weeks. My playlist’s getting bittersweet.

  1. The Ballad of Tundra – Evan Greer

  2. Save Tonight – Off the Beat
  3. All My Little Words – Magnetic Fields
  4. Valeri – ILYAIMY
  5. Transatlanticism – Death Cab For Cutie
  6. High and Dry – Radiohead
  7. Annie Dan – Speechwriters LLC
  8. No Place Is Home – ILYAIMY
  9. I Don’t Want to Live on the Moon – Sesame Street
  10. I Could Be Nothing – Great Lakes Swimmers
  11. Do Impossible Things – Jens Lekman
  12. No Signs of Pain – Azure Ray
  13. It’s Only Time – Magnetic Fields
  14. I Want Something – Evan Greer
  15. One – Tina Dico
  16. Your Hand In Mine – Explosions In the Sky

Free as in Speech-ness:

Skype: Proprietary software, proprietary protocol. Also owned by Ebay. Booo.

Gizmo: Proprietary software, open (SIP) protocol. Not bad.

Wengo: Open source software, open protocol. Vive la France!

Free as in Beer-ness:

Skype: Skype has been offering free calls within the US and Canada, though that runs out at the end of the year. I think that that deal only applies to domestic calls, but I can’t find an international rate *to* the US.

Gizmo: Gizmo has just started giving free calling between “active” (a few calls a week) users in sixty countries, including the US and Denmark. All you have to do is put your landline/mobile numbers in your profile (and have your friends do the same) and those numbers are free! It isn’t clear when/if this deal runs out.

Wengo: If you buy 10€ (about $12) worth of credit, you get free landline calls to “Star Countries” (which include the US and Europe). The deal apparently ends in September, though.

All of these have free computer-to-computer calling, of course. Just have to get all my folks on the same network…

Rates otherwise:

Skype: The rate to Denmark is $0.021/minute. I can’t find the international US rate.

Gizmo: Calls to the US are otherwise $0.01/minute. Calls to Denmark are $0.017/minute.

Wengo: Calls to the US are 0.008€ ($0.01). Calls to Denmark are 0.011€ ($0.013), the cheapest standard rate I’ve found so far.

UI:

Skype: Not bad, not spectacular. Cute sound effects.

Gizmo: Plenty of bells and whistles, including easy, built-in call recording and a nice little feature called “Map It.” Has an Adium plugin.

Wengo: Not just a VoIP client–also does instant messaging (AIM, Jabber, etc), text messaging, and video conferencing. Has a Firefox plugin.

Quality:

My dad constantly raves about Skype’s sound quality–his company worked with Skype’s codex before VoIP got off the ground. I really haven’t noticed any difference between it and Gizmo, though. Perhaps the difference will be more apparent when I go overseas? I just downloaded Wengo, so I haven’t tested it much yet. If it’s extraordinarily good or bad, I’ll say so later.

I guess this post is just getting all this information sorted out in my head. I haven’t decided which client to settle on for my trip abroad. Have any opinions?

Quick notes and fireworks

Dashboard is silly sometimes:

The real explanation for Zidane’s headbutt:

Tomorrow I will be leaving for a weekend-long pyrotechnics convention on a farm in northern Virginia with Nelson’s family. Hopefully I will have the same number of limbs at entrance and exit. Also hope I don’t get too badly bugbit; so far the East Coast mosquitoes seem to have ignored me in favor of Nelson’s tasty legmeat.

Anyway, Bob wrote this post regarding the Fourth of July, but I found it fitting for the eve of the convention. Crackerjacks is the last of a largely dying breed; it’s apparently the only big fireworks convention left on the East Coast. Fireworks keep getting ever more regulated, under the shibboleth of national security, and the country’s running out of legal places to shoot. It both fails to stop drunken idiots from shooting their eyes out and squelches legitimate pyrotechnics hobbyists. Lovely.

But a few people still carry on. I’m very excited for this weekend.

I have no idea how many people were setting off private backyard fireworks last night, but from the air it looked like hundreds. I couldn’t even begin to count. Bright white and multicolored streaks of light were shooting off everywhere. …

Best. Fireworks show. Ever.

Dawned on me that lots of fireworks in California are perfectly legal — but lots of them aren’t, too. And I’m pretty sure about half of the stuff I saw booming and hissing and zooming around was in the latter category. Which is fine by me. Do a finger-count before and after, and if the numbers add up, I don’t see the harm.

But there’s also something wonderful about seeing hundreds of people, many of them presumably flag-waving Stars-’N'-Stripes types, celebrating our national heritage… by demonstrating widespread contempt for law.

World Cup thoughts

One of the ABC commentators during the final match really got on my nerves. He was very vocal about his opinions about what was or wasn’t a foul, what was or wasn’t offsides, up in his cushy booth. Jesus. Show a little respect for the refs, man! And with that little offsides call you were whining about, unless your cameras are at the right angle, not even instant replay is going to help you make the correct call. It looked right to me.

I really think FIFA’s experiment in chaining its refs to the literal interpretation of the rulebook is going to really bite them in the ass. I suppose it was meant to make regulation more consistent and therefore better respected. But it’s had the opposite effect. With so many calls that were inappropriate for the situation, if not wrong, now *everyone* feels they have the right to second-guess the ref.

As a referee, you MUST have the ability to be flexible, to let the game play on. Otherwise you needlessly break up the pace of the game, prevent players from being a little tough even when that’s the style of both teams, and just come off as a tightass. The players want to play. The ref’s job is to make that happen in a reasonably safe manner. The ideal is for the ref to be virtually unnoticed–rather than the determining factor of so many games.

You stay classy, Zidane. I applauded when they gave him the card and the boot. What a way to end your retiring game…

I didn’t really care who won the match–I was just watching for good soccer. But Zidane’s senseless stunt in overtime–leaving his team a man down, making a vicious final impression for his career, and just generally being the guy us refs hate–made me an Italy fan for the day. Maybe the Italian dude deserved a beating–I don’t know what he said. But not on my field.

Dork and the Mulchmen!

So much has been happening, yet every time I’ve sat down at the computer I haven’t thought of anything to write…

Nelson and I are now the proud parents of four basil plants. It all started when Nelson and I began cooking meals together. For the longest time, Nelson has eaten basically the same bland food every day–rice and bananas for lunch, rigatoni and broccoli for dinner. I, however, found this practice extremely boring. So I’ve been introducing him to strange new concepts like spices, sauces, and putting veggies and starches together in the same dish. Fresh basil seems to have caught on the most with him, so we’ve been eating plenty of that.

On Saturday, we visited the Swarthmore farmer’s market to pick up sugar snap peas, tomato sauce, and cherries. One of the stalls was selling potted plants–bachelor’s buttons, parsley, and basil. Nelson was very excited about the basil plants, so we bought one and named it Dork. Nerd, geek, dork; triumvirat: complete!

Dork is a young growing plant, though, and needed a bigger pot. So a few days later we embarked to Clifton Heights in search of a nursery. Nelson eschewed Home Depot in favor of this tiny indie gardening place that didn’t appear to be doing so well. As we looked for the pots, I noticed they still had a whole rack of basil that hadn’t sold. Long story short, we bought two pots, a bag of dirt, and three more basil plants known collectively as the Mulchmen to keep Dork company. (Dork and the Mulchmen… sounds like a band or something.)

So that’s the story. We still have to determine custody for once I leave Philly/America, but for now the four plants are sitting pretty on the porch at Nelson’s place.

Summer song

Finally done with this one. It’s based on a dancepunkish guitar sample Kevin recorded last year called “Green Alarm.”

(It’s extra short because the instrumental parts that aren’t listed. The guitars sing the chorus.)

It’s the dog days of summer when a girl don’t need no man
To be a warm shoulder in a winter wonderland
Tried to burn my self-doubt but it just got a tan
So I guess I’ll stay with you ’til I’ve got a better plan

We jumped in the pond but the neighbors all complain
They zoned off all the beaches under sprawling names
Skinny dippers waiting for the melting day
When the sea’s in every backyard in LA

So it’s finally July
Every day a wild ride
Crickets live, mosquitoes die
And no one seems to realize
That these sunny days are getting shorter…
…and longer again.

Fathers, teach your little girls to play guitar and
Daddies, teach your daughters to ride a railroad car
Twinkle twinkle, coppers’ lights or shooting stars
Our hearts skedaddle, the horizon’s not so far

Now, to teach it to Nelson and Brian and/or find a non-frighteningly-out-of-tune piano to record it…

Pirates II review

Last night Nelson and I caught the midnight opener of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest with a bunch of SWILies (SWIL is the Swarthmore nerd frat–basically East Dorm with less LARPing).

The whole movie’s basically a giant exercise in fan service. Lots of references to jokes in the previous movie (at least three rum jokes!) that really wouldn’t make much sense on their own. Fight scenes that as often as not fall over the edge of ridiculousness (*Two* instances of big rolling things hurdling down hills?? Huh?? And that Looney Tunes bit with Jack, the pole, and the fruit really should not have been in there.) and as a result feel like they drag. And for all the fanfickers out there, a makeout session between Elizabeth and Jack, as Will watches. What?

It feels like this installment will only make sense when paired with the third movie. It introduces all sorts of plot entanglements (not elaborated due to spoilers) but really the only thing settled by the end of the movie is that the kraken and Davy Jones are no longer chasing them right this moment. Everything else still hangs in the air. Maybe I missed something, but why the heck was Davy Jones going after Jack anyway? Something about thirteen years’ captaincy on the Black Pearl…but no specifics.

At two and a half hours, the movie really could have used a good editor to tighten up the fight scenes (and get rid of one of those damn rolling things) and replace some of the repeat jokes with more fresh ones. It feels like the movie’s producers knew how iconic Pirates of the Caribbean I was that they weren’t confident enough that they could reproduce the kind of quotable wit that it provided, so they took refuge in making a pile of derivative work instead.

They updated the soundtrack with a bunch of cool pipe organ music, which was a nice dramatic touch. Good way to bring in organ nerds like my dad. Less cool, they brought in an Oracle-ripoff character (vaguely creepy psychic black lady whose character seems to lack self-interest or any motivations whatsoever) who really seemed out of place in this movie. The way they introduce her, I was expecting a badass like Patience (from Firefly), but so far she’s unsettling but completely benign.

The movie’s very funny, it’s entertaining, and there are some fresh bits to it. But it really doesn’t stand on its own merits. If you’re a fan of the first, see it…but not at full price. Wait for the second run theaters or so.

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