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5/1/2006

A bit ashamed.

One of the advantages of working in a posh downtown studio is that things like this massive immigration rally happen right outside your window. (Sad that that’s the best link. BB said she’ll have photos later.)

I knew it was planned and coming up soon, but had forgotten about it. Then, as I plugged away at some code, a slowly building cheer came from seemingly everywhere. Since it is fairly often that some inconsiderate bastard will play something too loudly over the studio stereo, or just through their crummy computer speakers, the first reaction many of us had was “What the fuck is that cheering?” I waited to hear what band warranted such long opening applause.

Eventually, it sunk in that this was live. The studio was filled with whistles and chants of “¡Si, se puede!” and we all crowded around the Water Street windows to clap and wave to the sea of American and Mexican flags, signs, and smiles.

I’m no good for poetry at this stage in my life, but this march was the truest show of patriotism I have ever witnessed. There was no sign of hatred for America, no “Fuck Bush” signs, nothing to indicate anything but inclusion. There’s no sense dolling it up: it was simply beautiful. That’s the most people I’ve seen united over a cause that wasn’t supporting some crummy band.

Jesus, Gandhi, MLK: they all would have been proud of Milwaukee today. I sure am.

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4/25/2006

Neverything.

Watching this trailer for The Neverything intrigues and saddens me. At first, I think cheap laughs at the expense of a chubby bloke in tighty-whiteys; nothing particularly wrong with that. Then I think semi-viral marketing for Mercury in the vein of Napoleon Dynamite. Then, I get utterly swept up in the story of a novelist whose character knows he’s being written, and wonder where I’ve heard that idea before.

But I didn’t laugh. First, the good parts aren’t laugh-out-loud kind of humour. Second, the obvious laughter ploys just aren’t very funny (“I don’t think this is yoga.”) And finally, I want to see this plot to its fruition, but as an ad, I don’t know whether it will be made or even whether it’s a real idea (much like the “footage” from Gibson’s Pattern Recognition). If it does manage to make it to a screen, the ploys for laughter are too paper-thin and Hollywood to be worth sitting through for the sake of the interesting notion of a self-aware novel character.

This came out very stream-of-consciousness, but I don’t really have time for a properly written analysis. Enjoy it for what it is.

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4/17/2006

Somebody’s not a very good blogger.

No excuses. I ain’t busy or nothin’. But I just haven’t had much to say or link. But here’s some interesting reading. And if you haven’t read Alan Moore’s V or Watchmen, I recommend them, yet again.

A for Anarchy

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4/7/2006

I’d write more but-

– let’s go ride our bikes!

Attention Deficit Trait, work-induced ADD – Lifehacker

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3/13/2006

Philosophy of belief.

Recently, I was asked on this blog whether I had faith in anything. I answered semantically, focusing on the word faith and countering with the words trust and hope. As someone with politically liberal sympathies, the word “faith” can spark some discomfort in me. I believe that, particularly as we progress in our tolerance and understanding of different cultures and nations, religion and politics should no longer mix in the way they have for centuries. Religion should never have been political, actually, but in the past they have been indivisible. We need no longer live that way.

But it was my mistake. Faith and religion are not necessarily so intermingled as concepts. I do not have faith in a higher power. But I do have faith in other things. Despite myself — and I will deny this vehemently if you ask me — I have faith in humanity. I believe that, although we are selfish in nature, people choose to overcome that inequity and be good to one another, even if only because it benefits them to do so.

Coupled with that faith in humanity as a mob, I have faith in humanity at a singular level. There is evidence that a human being can achieve things previously thought impossible, so long as they are devoted to the belief that it can be done. At a microcosmic level, I have pushed my own boundaries thus, and have seen my friends do the same.

Eventually, as I considered this, my mind turned back to religion and its potential to inspire humanity to greatness. While I certainly have no great background in theology or philosophy, I theorized something that gave me pause.

Western religions focus on a God for worship and a prophet for example. In this classification I include Islam, Judaism and Christianity. Each has a prophet (a person invested with God’s power) who is the example to whom other people are to aspire. Then they have one God who has given them free will, but also a list of commands as to what limits their life should have. Often these limits make sense morally as well, but sometimes seem archaic and sensible only in ancient times*.

Eastern religions, while they also sometimes have gods, more often have a central figure who tells people how they can best reach their own potential. While figures like Buddha and Lao Tzu are revered, by their own words they are not to be deified. And, in fact, what makes them great can be achieved by others who follow the same path. So, instead of believing in the grace of God and the power granted by something higher, you are encouraged to discover what is great inside yourself and develop that, while allowing for others to do the same.

This may not be an epiphany to most people, but it helps me understand what it is about Western religions that trouble me. It comes down to this: when you believe that your moral compass has been handed to you from a higher power, you are less responsible for your own decisions.

Not every Christian or Jew or Muslim is guilty of blind faith, perhaps not even the majority. But those who do amoral things in the name of their God feel blameless and justified because those religions shift the fault to their God. In most Eastern religions**, the fault lies soundly with the individual, as does the glory (so to speak). Whereas in a Western religion, so long as you are following the precepts set forth in your gospels, then you are without sin, even if the act is amoral.

For me to deny anyone their faith in God would be ignorance. I cannot know that there is no higher power any more than they can be certain that there is. But if a person follows anything without proper introspection, then it is they who are guilty of ignorance. However we came by them, we have minds and the free will to use them. And we should. I have faith that we will use them well.

* – “Don’t eat pork; in the desert, without proper storage and preparation, you will become ill,” is the obvious example.

** – If I am wrong in this, please let me know. I think my point is valid, regardless, but I admit my knowledge in these areas could be lacking.

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3/8/2006

The only verdict…

Bugger.

My birthday is coming up. While I typically celebrate by relaxing and doing nothing or whatever comes to mind, I had my heart set this year on taking in a specific motion picture.

V for Vendetta was announced some time last year, with the hopes that it would be released on Guy Fawkes Day, November 5th. Production schedules must have run behind, whish pushed the release date to St. Pat’s, the day after my birthday.

“Woo hoo!” thought I, “I can watch this stellar film for my birthday! Hugo Weaving as V! Natalie Portman (who has only done The Professional in my mind) as Evey! Wachowski brothers directing!”

And so forth. My excitement was tempered as I realized that the film was unlikely to have the depth of the novel. I urged (and still urge) all my friends to get their hands on he book to read before its release.

But then, tragedy. Alan Moore, the creator of V, asked to have his name removed from the credits. And illustrator David Lloyd mentioned that the script was good enough for an action movie, but very different from the novel. In other words, all the style of the book and none of the substance. Well, shit.

Anyway, my birthday plans shifted to a Big Lebowski party to christen my new television and get wicked drunk on White Russians in the process. V will now be a matinee or late night viewing with a brief period of mourning to follow.

The Dude abides.

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3/7/2006

Terror.

Can’t wait for someone to remix this trailer into its more appropriate genre.

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2/14/2006

Loaves and fishes are brain food.

A good friend of mine, Arman, sent me this in an email. I post it not as endorsement, but as food for thought.

Missing the Point
By Sankara Saranam

The Danish cartoon affair got me thinking of another cartoon. Imagine Jesus in the foreground holding a bomb. In the background an obstetrician is walking out of a Planned Parenthood building.

I won’t pictorially present the cartoon, but not because I want to avoid getting bombed. I just can’t draw and the cartoon is so simple that describing it gets the point across.

At least, you would think so.
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Celebrity house-cleaning.

The Onion puts into words what we’ve all been feeling since the slow decline of the meaning of the word celebrity. (I was going to add more prepositional phrases there until I could no longer stand it, but it turns out three is my limit).

I Don’t Wonder What Jesse Camp Is Up To These Days

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2/9/2006

Happiness in Slavery.

Lyrics have been talking to me this week, I guess. Sorry for the somewhat lazy posting of them.

slave screams he thinks he knows what he wants
slave screams thinks he has something to say
slave screams he hears but doesn’t want to listen
slave screams he’s being beat into submission

don’t open your eyes you won’t like what you see
the devils of truth steal the souls of the free
don’t open your eyes take it from me
i have found
you can find
happiness in slavery

slave screams he spends his life learning conformity
slave screams he claims he has his own identity
slave screams he’s going to cause the system to fall
slave screams but he’s glad to be chained to that wall

don’t open your eyes you won’t like what you see
the blind have been blessed with security
don’t open your eyes take it from me
i have found
you can find
happiness in slavery

i don’t know what i am i don’t know where i’ve been
human junk just words and so much skin
stick my hands thru the cage of this endless routine
just some flesh caught in this big broken machine

Thank you, Trent. That about sums it up.

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