Month: April 2009

  • ashes, ashes, we all fall down; or: hysteria much?

    forbidden love

    Forbidden love originally uploaded by hambox

    One great thing about the culture of fear we’re perfecting in these United States is that we spring fully into panic mode without missing a beat. Good job, everybody! Pat yourself on the back, but DON’T TOUCH ME! EW!

    Here’s the playlist from Ken Freedman’s show on the ever-excellent WFMU. Create your own song list to accompany your flight to non-swine-flu-ey climes!

    • Rutles
      Piggy In The Middle
    • Beatles
      Piggies
    • Sebadoh
      The Freed Pig
    • Black Sabbath
      War Pigs
    • Lou Reed
      The Blue Mask
    • James Last
      Mexican Hat Dance
    • White Stripes
      China Pig
    • Al Jazzbeaux Collins
      The Three Little Pigs
    • Pink Floyd
      Pigs On The Wing
    • Moondog
      Pigmy Pig H’art Songs
    • John Loudermilk
      The Asiatic Flu
    • Waylon Jennings
      Ain’t No God in Mexico
    • Dale Hawkins
      Little Pig
    • Angry Samoans
      I’m a Pig
    • Primus
      Pork Chop’s Little Ditty
    • Plasmatics
      A Pig is a Pig
    • Sadis Euphoria
      Lake of Pigs
    • Captain Beefheart
      China Pig
    • Tom Waits
      Filipino Box Spring Hog
    • Morning 40 Federation
      God Help Me
    • Pigbag
      Papa’s Got A Brand New Pigbag
    • Green Jelly
      Three Little Pigs
    • Brigitte Fontaine and Areski
      La Grippe
    • Ferrante & Teicher
      Mexican Hat Dance
    • Elvis Costello & The Brodsky Quartet
      Swine
    • Dan Deacon
      Piggled
    • Miss Piggy
      I Will Survive
    • Queen
      Mad the Swine
  • i’ll expect your tin or aluminum gifts shortly

    (The traditional 10th anniversary gift is tin or aluminum. I really need some foil!)

    Futureme.org is a pretty fun way to freak yourself out — you can send yourself emails anytime in the future. I don’t recall sending one to myself — but I did! I just received it a couple days ago, reminding me of my very special anniversary:

    Dear FutureMe,

    BeckyHaycox.com was created by me:
    “Record created on 21-Apr-1999”

    Happy anniversary! Whoop whoop!

    Indeed. Beckyhaycox.com is 10 years old. I’ve had a personal website for slightly longer than that, but I still remember the day I moved everything into my shiny new domain! I didn’t really have a plan for it, I just liked the idea of posting stuff and having friends look at it. Pretty much still  le meme chose, don’t you reckon?

    I have used Aplus.net as my web host almost since the beginning, and here I give them a glowing — and unsolicited! — endorsement.  The total of my complaints:

    • My site has been down maybe twice, maybe thrice, over the last decade
    • I have felt occasional irritation at their customer service — but that’s the exception and not the rule
    • I’m supposed to get some sort of credit for referring new business to them (which I’ve done about a dozen times) and they haven’t delivered on that.

    And … that’s it. I give them 10 bucks a month, they keep my site visible and safe. It’s a perfectly serviceable arrangement. Much like my arrangement with my gigolo, Ramon.

    Are you noticing there are a lot of significant anniversaries this year? ’89 and ’99, in particular, were whoppingly significant years for me — love, earthquake, big life-changing move .. and website!

    Other beckyhaycox.com wankery from past posts:

    Photo: foil #9, by flickruser halfofone. Thanks for letting me use it!

  • lost … my mind! har. um.

    The perils of watching an entire television series in a compressed period of time, facilitated by Netflix:

    • Developing a involuntary addiction, even if the show isn’t that good
    • Listening to the DVD commentary by jackasses that blow plotlines for future episodes, even seasons
    • Having to plug one’s ears and go la-la-la when anyone discusses the newest shows being broadcast
    • Getting a creepy feeling that one lives inside the show, somehow

    I’m looking at you, Lost. Like dealing with low-grade heroin or a mildly abusive boyfriend, I sigh and reluctantly consume the next DVD (and the next, and the next) with a sense (like all the Lost cast) of grim determination, my face set permanently in a Sawyer-like white trash scowl.

    The writers lean on lazy plot go-tos that are glaringly obvious when you watch a dozen eps back to back:

    • Subduing someone by administering a blow to their head, whereby they become unconscious for exactly the right amount of time, then revive with no side effects. Head injuries are not that predictable, and if one is severe enough to cause a blackout, it’s extremely serious. Have we learned nothing from that poor nice English lady on the bunny slope?
    • Tripping and falling in the jungle in order to create suspense or allow the pursuer to catch up. I suggested, on Facebook, that we make a drinking game around it, and Adam said “You’re going to be so drunk. In, like, five minutes.”

    In fact, my Facebook friends contributed more lazy to-gos/possible drinking games:

    • Dave: “Have a drink every time someone says Dude, When are we or whenever Ben acts shady.
    • Amanda: “Or when Kate’s hair is in her face. Oh, wait, that would take an IV.”
    • Stacey: “Do a shot every time someone says hey… . Seriously, that happens at least 7 times an episode.”

    Apparently, MY lazy plot device is the bullet list, because here’s another. My FB friends and I also want to know:

    • Where are the sunglasses, hats, sunburns, gout, rotten teeth, sunstroke, infections that couldn’t heal, scurvy, ugly people?
    • Why so moody and STARE-y? And the grim determination, why all the grim determination?
    • Why are they so wasteful with paper and so blasé with pens?

    I’m deep inside Season 3, which seems to be the Season of People in Captivity.

    I was talking with my sister A. about her and her husband M.’s impending visit, which I’m greatly anticipating:

    Me: I want you and M. all to myself the first couple days!

    A: Haha, that’s so nice. I …

    Me: No. I’m serious! All to myself.

    A: OK, great, but …

    Me (in tone of grim determination): Like maybe a cage, I could put you in a cage!

    A: What?

    B: Like the Getty, we could go to the Getty!

    Plus that cheesy urgent-drumming music that goes through my head every pre-dawn morning as I’m rushing for the bus. I need help.

  • say hey to your peeps

    Kinder Surprise Eggs are wonderful and they remind me of Easter — at least, after the nightmares go away:

    [direct link]

    I was on my way to the Professor’s annual “Pre”aster party when I stopped at my favorite Middle Eastern/Argentinian deli in Ventura. There was a very friendly, laid-back teen girl working the counter. I asked her for a pound of baba ganoush so she spooned some out, then weighed it. She happened to measure out exactly a pound, on the first try. Suddenly, she took a slow stroll around the work counter, coming back to where she started. “I felt compelled to take a victory lap,” she said.

    I feel giddy and springy!

    Some eggs, prepared for you by our loving hands:

    "Dyed for your sins"

    “Dyed for Your Sins,” by Kevin and Scott

    Zombie Jesus Day

    “Zombie Jesus Day” by Troy

    "Let my People Go. -- Moses"

    “Let my People Go. — Moses” by Talia, representin’ the Jews

    "He is Risen"

    “He is Risen” by Darling Andrew, representin’ the Christians

    Must rest up for more eggy madness tomorrow. Happy Easter, Chag Sameach, and hope you had a rockin’ Ostara.

    Finalists

    Update: I attended a fine brunch this morning: Crepes Suzette, Bananas Foster and Nutella, for starters. However, I was so out of it after the festivities last night that I plaintively asked if there was any coffee — while I was bringing a cup of coffee to my lips.

    And PS, thank you to Joel P for the hilarious blog post title.

  • whirl

    I have no idea why the microphone caught my eye today as I was working, but there it was, a nice studio mic that I use to record narration for the podcasts I produce.

    I don’t remember when I started singing into it, or when I started playing it back, and singing along to myself, and recording that.

    And apparently, I went into an old folder of cheapie video clips that my sister and I recorded while at the Ventura County Fair in 2005.

    Then I made a video. And put it on YouTube.

    direct link

    There are only two known recordings of me singing — well, now there’s three, I guess. Huh.

  • weighing in on the social networking hub-bub part 2: facebook

    Some of us can remember the script from previous plays in which we acted — Friendster, Tribe.net, MySpace. Flavor-of-the-whatever online communities that captivated us for a while — then, just as quickly, lost its vibrancy (like that delicious Trader Joes gum with the criminally short taste-lifespan, the one in the green box).

    Most of us can agree, I’m sure, that Facebook has gone farther and deeper than the social networks that came before. More than one friend likened one’s first frenzied weeks on Facebook as being thrown into a vortex — between getting friended by your second-grade playground buddy and playing word games and poking and posting pithy updates, there’s a dizzying amount to absorb and do.

    I recently told a colleague that, to me, Facebook was a handy, low-effort way to maintain my friendships. She thought that that cheapened the idea of friendship, but I don’t; I have a lot of friends, and (let’s face it) we all  just don’t have the time/wherewithall to keep up regular contact. I feel truly connected, being able to see, in one handy page, the goings-on of lots of my loved ones.

    Never for a second do I think it is going to last. You never know when the herd will move on. It’s inevitable, no matter how much we (and Facebook!) want it to continue on and on into some fuzzy concept of “forever.” This makes me sad. This makes me resigned. This makes me keep important contact information and emails in a place other than Facebook’s servers.

    And never for a second do I think that my content is my own I originate it on Facebook. I don’t trust the third party as a general, paranoid rule. I’m not saying Facebook or other social sites have a bottom-line intent to steal and exploit us and our content, but … The brouhaha of a few weeks ago surrounding Facebook’s privacy features was positive in that people started thinking about what they generate, and where they generate it, and to whom it belongs. My friend Liz has a great post about the fracas, Understanding the Facebook Terms of Service douchesplosion:

    So at Facebook the douches are thinking up ways to “monetize” all the free user-generated content that people have put on the site. Probably the recent spate of “25 things” essays started it–”hey we could publish those things as books or something, if we only had the rights. We need the rights!” And then they argue for it by saying “In this terrible economy, with our valuation plummeting, we HAVE to do this. Or the site will DIE. We HAVE TO!!” and the CEO or whoever is sufficiently scared into saying yes.

    This is why I have beckyhaycox.com (which is hosted by a trustworthy company I have been with for 11 years), and generate my blog posts from my site (and sometimes post the link on Facebook.) This is why I have WordPress installed on my own site, and back up my content regularly. This is why I ask friends to comment on my blog, and not on Facebook. I’m trying to keep a little fence around my garden of odd weeds and scrubby flowers.

    I think Facebook made a big mistake, launching a surprise redesign of their site so soon on the heels of their Terms of Service kerfluffle. You’ll never get a consensus when change is made, but I can agree with most of the people I know: the new design absolutely sucks. Everyone’s quieting down and getting used to it (or quietly signing off forever,) but I think it’s only going to spur the herd to move on that much faster. My friend Jill (always with the great updates) captures the thud-like debut of the Facebook redesign:

    How did this get past all the committees it must have had to get past in order to parade, lamely, into existence?

    Basically, I’m trying to find a balance between being a free ‘n’ easy hippie running through the woods, and being a militia of one, in my bunker and tinfoil hat. All I know for sure is that I need my friends.

    At any rate, I wish Facebook good luck! At least they are trying to come up with a magical formula to keep us — or, at least, to get free content from us. They have a business plan — unlike other flavors of the month, that I will speak of in the next installment.

    Previous post:

    This is the second in a series about my humble opinions and observations as an enduser, about social networking and online communities in general. This is prompted by the recent controversites surrounding Facebook. I invite everyone to write about their own opinions and observations. I think we’re at a real crossroads with this technology, and our voices should be heard. We have a chance to make a change!