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Ha.

The Google Analyticator tells me that, thanks to an RT from Dave Weigel (I didn’t expect that!) there were a couple of months’ worth of hits here yesterday. Wish I’d spiffed the place up some!

There was no uptick in the spam or comments, though. Still just the same sad, tired people and machines trying to sell me SEO improvements or Michael Kors handbags or Christian Louboutin shoes or what have you, with the usual mangled English compliments about how interesting my site is to try to entice me to approve the comment. LOL. I’m unsure why their crawlers think that my audience (such as it is) would be interested in knockoff designer stuff, given how seldom I write about anything fashion-related. Dudes, you need to improve your algorithms!

 

Elections

So 48% of eligible BC voters couldn’t be arsed to vote. Well done, British Columbia.

I’m kind of surprised the NDP didn’t do better, because I don’t think I know many people who are fond of Christy Clark.

A problem with our system here is that even though you may prefer one party over another, you have to vote for a human whom you may not like at all in order to vote for that party. Or the person you think will do the best job for your personal riding may be part of another party than you normally would vote for. And then if you vote for a third party, you’re accused of “spoiling the vote” for a person who would most likely win if there were only two parties (see also: Canada’s last Federal election).

I take some pleasure at least that Ms. Clark was unable to win her own riding. Perhaps we can keep her from getting elected even in a “safe” riding, and we can have someone better at the helm. In any case, I think Dave Eby is an upstanding guy and I’m glad he won Vancouver-Point Grey.

On another note entirely, reading US political pundits has invaded my dreams: last night I dreamt that David Weigel, who blogs at Slate currently, for some reason had to stay at my place in NYC (because, you know, I had one in this dream). He had access to all the Mac power options his heart could desire. We went out the next morning (I was still in my flannel nightie; this is a common dream theme, forgetting to get dressed and going out in my old lady ankle-length flannel nightie), and were promptly kidnapped and frogmarched into an art museum that connects to the subway. Dave just kept saying “#302.” I escaped and got on a series of escalators down to the subway, asking passersby for a spare token since I didn’t have my purse. Or, you know, street clothes. I really don’t know what prompted this whole thing, although I am generally a hospitable person. But I doubt I’m on too many people’s kidnap list. Also can’t imagine why Dave (or anyone) would let me leave the house in my nightie!

And then the cat knocked on the door and I woke up. Hope you made it out in one piece, Dave.

Spelling

I tumblr’d something earlier, or yesterday, and said that the nifty drawing I was reposting would have been even cooler if a word in it (a word repeated and completely necessary to the graphic) had been spelled properly.

Some stranger reposted mine saying it would be cool if I were a nicer person and not a spelling nazi and bla bla bla.

All I’m saying is that an infographic, that you spend possibly hours conceiving, drawing and posting…why would you not double check that the words in it were spelled properly?

I know that some people think that spelling is immaterial as long as meaning is clear. And in a way, I agree. I don’t go nuts over every typo: I make typos too. I’m an imperfect human. BUT anything besides extemporaneous, throwaway tweets and such, anything that I take time over, anything I hope people will take seriously? you’d better believe that I review with respect to spelling and grammar.

And seriously? fuck people who champion mediocrity and excuse carelessness.

A relative of mine had a fit at me once, and said what difference did it make if she used a completely wrong word when I questioned her misuse. This was years ago, and I really have yet to find a good excuse for using the wrong word when the right word exists–particularly if you know it. I can dig being free and neologizing, and whatnot, but holy fucking cats, the whole point of speaking or writing is to communicate. If you are writing or speaking in a given language, then you are much better able to communicate if you follow the generally accepted rules of that language.

(Yes: poetry. Yes: fiction. Yes: exceptions.)

One day I hope to understand why attempting to be correct is perceived as elitist. It’s not about being better, it’s just about being right.

The Nomad Kickstarter

Update: they made it! woo!

It’s a portable espresso machine, and it looks pretty good. Sturdy, not electric. Yes I have several means of making coffee and espresso, but hey it’s KEWT AND GREEN (or black or red or…).

They need some more backers to make it, so if you love coffee and have a few nickels to rub together, think about it!

The Concert List

Montreal Philadelphia Vancouver Seattle Coachella Los Angeles London Europe 2008

1970s
Beach Boys (x2) (Great Adventure and a free concert for 4th of July in some park in Philly

1980s
Flock of Seagulls (Queen E)
The Fixx
Simple Minds (x2) (UM)
China Crisis (x2)
Thompson Twins (UM)
Midnight Oil (Le Spectrum)
X (Le Spectrum)
The Spoons (McGill Student Union)
Dead Kennedys (Le Palladium)
Violent Femmes
Front 242 (Le Spectrum)
Rainbirds (Goethe-Institut)
Chameleons (Le Spectrum)
March Violets
Mighty Lemon Drops
Anne Clarke (Palladium/South Shore)
The Cure (Vanier Arena)
Book of Love
Einstürzende Neubauten (Stadtpark Hamburg)
Depeche Mode (Vanier Arena)
New Order (Vanier Arena)
Flesh for Lulu (Le Spectrum)
The Smiths (Tower Theatre)
Paul Simon Graceland Tour with Hugh Masekela and Miriam Makeba and Ladysmith Black Mombaza (Veterans Stadium?)
Chris Isaak (Tower Theatre)
Duran Duran (The Spectrum)
Erasure

1990s
Flesh for Lulu (Revival)
Lard (Trocadero)
Pigface
Shonen Knife (Trocadero)
Laika and the Cosmonauts (Khyber Pass)
Original Sins (x3?) (What’s that joint on South Street?)
Tragically Hip (The Ardmore East)
George Clinton & the P-Funk All-Stars (Century Club)
Brian Setzer Orchestra (Century Club)
those reggae Elvis guys, what are they called? (Universal City Walk)
5 Blind Boys from Alabama (HOB New Orleans)
U2 (some fucking enormous stadium in Philly)
Ministry (Paramount)
L7
Smashing Pumpkins (x2) (GM Place, BC Place)
Our Lady Peace (BC Place)
Deftones
Soundgarden (final tour, PNE Forum)
Everclear (Plaza of Nations)
Depeche Mode (PNE Coliseum)

2000s
Flogging Molly (Shim Sham, New Orleans)
Jane’s Addiction (reunion tour, PNE Coliseum)
Moby (Plaza of Nations)
Bauhaus (Queen E)
Beck (Maple Leaf Gardens)
Hawksley Workman
Pearl Jam (GM Place)
Idlewild
Nashville Pussy (Richard’s)
Beck (x2: Queen E, Orpheum)
Flaming Lips
Black Keys
Radiohead (x2: UBC Thunderbird Stadium)
Christopher O’Riley (Knitting Factory LA)
REM (UBC Thunderbird Stadium)
Wilco
Dandy Warhols
Beta Band
Malkmus
Tragically Hip (Queen E)
Christopher O’Riley (that theatre in Tacoma)
Stereolab (Commodore)
Ima Robot (what’s that place I went in London…? urgh!)
Junior Senior
The Shins (Commodore)
Zero 7 (Commodore)
Violent Femmes (Commodore)
Sonic Youth (Commodore)
Pixies (Plaza of Nations)
Metric (ENDfest, White River Amphitheatre)
Muse
Psychedelic Furs
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Franz Ferdinand
Echo & the Bunnymen
X
Violent Femmes
Franz Ferdinand (Commodore)
Futureheads
Ministry (Commodore)
Tom Waits (Commodore)
Flogging Molly (Commodore)
Interpol (Paramount)
Secret Machines
Interpol (Commodore)
Secret Machines
Trail of Dead (Richards)
(International) Noise Conspiracy (Commodore, can’t remember exactly when)
Death Cab for Cutie (Commodore)
Blonde Redhead (Commodore)
Helio Sequence
Le Tigre (Commodore)
Lesbians on Ecstasy
Robosapien
Chet
Arcade Fire (Commodore)
Nina Hagen (Commodore)
The Scissor Sisters (Commodore)
Will Freedom Power something LOL
The Hidden Cameras (Richard’s)
The Blow
Interpol (Paramount)
Blonde Redhead
Futureheads (Richard’s)
—who opened for the Futureheads at Richard’s?
Kasabian (Commodore)
The Music
Pedro the Lion (Richard’s, left early)
Bloc Party (Richard’s)
Shonen Knife (some little pit in Gastown)
Hot Hot Heat (Commodore)
The Futureheads
Coachella 2005….I have to remember, basically, my diary of that whole trip is lost. Fuck.
Futureheads
Gang of Four
Bauhaus
Kasabian
ARCADE FIRE
Nine Inch Nails
Autolux
overheard Snow Patrol and Weezer on Day One while recuperating from the heat in the shade of the VIP tent, walked away from Coldplay *shudder*
Gang of Four (Commodore)
Kasabian (Commodore)
Architecture in Helsinki (Media Club)
Tom Jones (GM Place)
Beck (Queen E)
Le Tigre
Sufjan Stevens (Richard’s)
Sigur Ros (Orpheum)
Death Cab for Cutie (Commodore)
Arcade Fire (PNE Forum)
Wolf Parade
Bell Orchestre
Front 242 (Plush)
Sisters of Mercy (Commodore)
Franz Ferdinand (Coliseum)
Death Cab for Cutie
INXS (GM Place)
Futureheads (Commodore)
Psapp
Juana Molina (Richard’s)
Radiohead (Berkeley)
Deerhoof
Radiohead (San Diego)
Deerhoof
Sufjan Stevens (St Andrew’s Wesley)
My Brightest Diamond
POLYSICS (Plaza)
Fun 100
Interpol (festival set, Commodore)
Bjork
Interpol
Jesus & Mary Chain
Of Montreal
LCD Soundsystem
Blonde Redhead
Arcade Fire
(Travis overheard)
Hot Chip
LCD Soundsystem (Commodore)
Yacht
Burt Bacharach (River Rock Casino)

Ryan Adams (electric) (Commodore)
The Aliens (Richard’s)
Augie March
Ministry (Commodore)
Meshuggah
Bob Mould (Richard’s)
Radiohead (Westerpark, Amsterdam)
Radiohead (Main Square, Arras)
Sigur Ros
Radiohead (Berlin)
Die Aerzte (Berlin)
Nine Inch Nails (Key Arena)
Radiohead (Thunderbird Stadium)
My Bloody Valentine (WaMu Theatre)
Lou Reed (Lollapalooza)
Crystal Castles

Metric (V-Fest)
Our Lady Peace
Jarvis Cocker
Sonic Youth
K-Os
The Dead Weather (Commodore)
Shonen Knife (Biltmore)
Flogging Molly (Commodore)
Skinny Puppy (Rickshaw)

Infected Mushroom (Commodore)
Asobi Seksu (Media Club)
Nouvelle Vague (Venue)
Philip Glass (Chan Centre)
Spoon (Orpheum)
Deerhunter
Evelyn Evelyn (Venue)
Public Enemy (Commodore)
Massive Attack (Malkin Bowl)
LCD Soundsystem (Malkin Bowl)
Pavement (Orpheum)
Arcade Fire (PNE Forum? Coliseum?)
Sufjan Stevens (Orpheum)
Ryuichi Sakamoto (Vogue Theatre)
Grinderman (Commodore)
Front Line Assembly (Venue)
Interpol (Orpheum)
Ryoji Ikeda (SFU Woodward’s)
Meat Beat Manifesto (Venue)
Maceo Parker (Commodore)
Owen Pallet (CBC)
Pixies (Orpheum)
Short Circuit Fest (Roundhouse, London)
Portishead (PNE Forum)
Amanda Palmer/Neil Gaiman (Vogue)
Peter Murphy (Venue)
OhGr (El Corazon, Seattle)
Gotye (Vogue)
Radiohead (Key Arena)
Thomas Dolby (Rio Theatre)
X (Showbox, Seattle)
Santigold (Commodore)
Jack White (Queen Elizabeth)
Sallie Ford & The Sound Outside
Liars (Biltmore)
Dead Can Dance (Orpheum)
Amon Tobin (Paramount)
Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra (Commodore)
My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult (El Rey)
The Specials (Commodore)
KMFDM (Showbox SoDo, Seattle–My MD saw them; I left early)
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds (Vogue Theatre)

SADs

So I guess I probably get the SADs. The Wikipedia tells me the winter SADs make you oversleep and overeat, while the summer SADs (I didn’t know there was such a thing!) make you insomniac and anxious and lose weight.

Clearly there’s no way I could participate in a mood thinger that would make me lose weight! but I’m glad not to have anxiety issues. Once in a while I get like that, a sort of generalized anxiety about everything, and it’s unsettling to say the least. So on the whole I’m happy to suffer from a hibernating kind of thing, as compared to some of the other things I might have.

But so it definitely makes me like nihilistic about writing even a blog post. I mean actually, it tends to make me nihilistic about even tweeting, as compared to more convivial and happier-mooded times of year.

Anyway. A generalized plus ça change, plus c’est la même fucking chose mood along with the aforementioned nihilistic attitude is making me feel like nothing worth bothering to write about. And yet, there are a few things to say:

Concert plans! we have tickets for a few shows related to the Coachella migration. We’re seeing Killing Joke, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, and The Specials, in March-April-May. What year is it, again? Then in July, rather than see The Postal Service in Rogers Arena, we’re going to head to Portland for a couple days and see them in a Portland arena instead. I have barely spent any time in Portland, aside from an overnight to visit Carey and Lise when they were living there, and that’s a while back. So that should be fun. We may take in a few whiskey distilleries while we’re at it.

It’s kind of funny, because we went from having no concert plans to having four shows lined up in the matter of two weeks or so. Killing Joke has been announced for a while, and it’s for $20, so how do you NOT go? the Nick Cave tickets are for a show at the Vogue, general admission, which is really fucking annoying in a seated venue. But we really didn’t want to miss him, and the Paramount Seattle show is on a Sunday night, which is just a PITA, logistically. I’m listening to the new album now, and it’s kind of low key, reminiscent of some of his older stuff. But he just puts on a great show, and we were supposed to go see him in Seattle a few years ago, but the MD couldn’t get here for that show (before he moved here), so I ended up not going either.

Anyway, I generally function better when I have something to look forward to, and now I have some things to look forward to, including Pine State Biscuits in July, so yeah. Days are getting longer, although they’re still as wet as a wet mother fucker. But I hope to become a bit less blue soon :)

Voting

So there’s this whole early voting brouhaha going on in the US right now.

On top of all kinds of Republican-led legislation at the state level to add ID requirements that ostensibly are to keep non-citizens and ineligible people from voting fraudulently (I think everyone who isn’t a state-level GOP legislator is aware that the number of votes cast fraudulently is really, really low, like in the 0.000001 decimal points of votes cast, low. It’s really a non-issue, that has been seized on by the kind of people who don’t believe President Obama’s birth certificate is valid, because, you know, he’s, um, black. Sssshh! apparently a lot of people didn’t notice that last time!)

I know Canada has a really small population, compared to the US, and we, too, have a voting problem inasmuch as a pathetically small percentage of our eligible citizens vote; however, I can’t imagine the foofaraw if they tried to curb early voting. I mean, employers are required to allow employees up to 4 hours to leave work early/come in late in order to allow them sufficient time to vote. That’s right! if you need to leave at 3:00 so you can make it to the polls, you’re allowed to. I normally vote in the morning, and get it over with, so I don’t have to worry about going at the end of the day when the lines can be long. And that’s another thing: for me, a long line is one that takes a whole half-hour to get through.

These tales of 3 and 4 and 5-hour lines? unfathomable! why aren’t there more polling stations, or more booths per poll, or more days available for early voting? you should not have to stand for 3 or 4 or 5 hours in order to exercise your constitutionally-protected right to cast a ballot for the candidate(s) of your choice. (Not your boss’s choice! yours!) That’s ridiculous!

I don’t understand how these legislatures are so sure that the early voters who happen to line up first, and get in to vote without waiting half the day, are only people voting on the “right” side. Conversely, some of the older people who can’t stick it out and give up without voting, for example, might be conservative older people. What makes them so sure they’re doing themselves a favour? I really don’t get it.

If there’s one thing that the American people ought to insist on, in my opinion, it’s figuring out the most equitable way for its citizenry to vote. Some states do it by mail. It’s a bit less exciting, because you can do it at your leisure, with your computer or newspaper or whatever handy, to make sure you’re voting for the people who are going to do things the way you’d like, rather than lining up with your neighbours and feeling all patriotic together, but given that the US Postal Service is an existing infrastructure, and that ballots can then be entered in an orderly fashion over days or weeks, I think it’s a pretty good system. I mean it beats lining up in all kinds of weather for hours on end, to do something that it’s both your right and duty to do.

Of course, the TV news would have way less of a horserace, and “election night” would be a bit of a yawn, but what’s more important?

If not that, then MOAR POLLING STATIONS.

The current system clearly is not working. And that’s with less than half of eligible voters voting! imagine if everyone stood up to be counted!

Found Objects

Yesterday my Mr and I went to see a conversation with William Gibson and Cory Doctorow at the Vancouver Writers’ Fest. We left in (I thought) plenty of time, knowing that the parking situation is always dreadful at Granville Island, and never more so than on a (somewhat) sunny Saturday afternoon. The tickets had a very ominous NO LATECOMERS stamped on them, so we were getting a bit nervous as the clock ticked toward 2:00 and we were still searching.

In the end, of course, we found a spot (a free one, even!) and zoomed along to the venue. There were very few seats left, but we found two near the back. Unfortunately I could see one or another small head only intermittently, depending on the positioning of several people in the rows ahead of me, but we were able to hear pretty well since the speakers were miked.

The conversation began with Bill and Cory talking about book tours, and I tweeted a few things that Bill said. They also discussed lots of other stuff, and it was a very lively and interesting discussion. A particularly engaging and unexpected tale for many of us was when Bill told a story about his childhood. To satisfy the curiosity of a few pals, I will try to convey the sense of it here, since twitter’s character limit doesn’t really work well to convey The Gibson’s storytelling style. With all apologies to the teller.

As a child in the 1950s, in a certain swampy area of the South, WG used to play with a pal in a big old house, which had belonged many years past to the pal’s wealthy great-grandparents. This house was no longer lived in, but was still full of all kinds of stuff, and was the site of many a game of Hide and Seek, and Cops and Robbers, and Cowboys and Indians.

So it happened one day, in the seemingly neverending quest to open every drawer in the house (the drawers being filled with all manner of curious things), in the “second-best guest bedroom” or so, that they came upon a nightstand drawer that held something like 30 small guns. Tiny, variously one-shot and two-shot, ornate, filigreed, and curious, that once had held bullets of forgotten calibres.

This of course was a treasure trove for two young boys, and over the years, Bill and his pal both kept a couple of these small, strange guns.

So as Bill told it, these guns remained a mystery to him for years, and then one day decades later, he ran into the sister of his old friend, and somehow the conversation turned so that Bill asked the sister, “So, what was the story with all those Saturday Night Specials in the drawer of that old house?”

And she responded, “Oh! those were the guns of suicides!”

And Cory Doctorow exclaimed as though he had been punched in the gut. As did many of us in the audience.

Because the wealthy homeowner of olden days had been a family lawyer, often called to scenes of death; and he had collected these terrible objects, and kept them out of sight.

Cory was entirely gutted, and instructed Bill to tell another story as he was, at that point, incapable of speaking.

And that is a pale retelling of the story of the Suicide Guns of William Gibson.

The end of superlatives.

I’m sure you do it too: describe something good not merely as good, but as epic, or unbelievable, or inconceivable!

And it’s not that we actually think that something is epic, or inconceivable (I do not think that means what you think that means), but that we’re being all hipster-ironic or whatever you want to call it. Everything is the biggest! best! most! amazing! EVAR!

And this is not restricted to cool kids (and those of us who are no longer cool, really, and certainly not kids); it’s more or less everyone who has ever read or written anything on the internet. Which is basically 90% of everyone I know.

So you end up with Chris Hayes of MSNBC, who gives the impression of being young and excitable, given his normal fast-paced speaking style. He’s patently an intelligent and thoughtful person, and he’s certainly a liberal (as, of course, am I); I don’t know that I’d call him an elitist–well certainly not in the pejorative sense that the chattering classes use the word. I certainly do believe in striving for excellence, and I admire accomplished people. I have often wished that I had enough ambition to actually accomplish things :p

But regardless, he’s a young and clean-cut fellow who is very passionate about justice and the safety net, among other things, I guess I can fairly say. He guest-hosts for Rachel Maddow, who is not beloved by the right-wing either.

And now I’ll send you over to Conor Friedersdorf at The Atlantic, who has written an excellent piece on what happened to Chris Hayes the other day. That should get you up to speed.

I looked at Chris’s facebook page on Monday when I heard about the brouhaha, and liked it (I haven’t actually seen his show, because it’s on at 0400 on Saturday and Sunday, or something, and we don’t have a DVR and I just am not getting up at that hour for anyone). The comments (at that point, there were fewer than 200 to the most recent post) were largely (and SO DAMN PREDICTABLY) ad hominems about Chris by people who very obviously did not watch the show and just hear “MSNBC” and seemingly get all foamy at the mouth in a very Pavlovian way. They were slamming him for disrespecting soldiers and their families, and saying things like “come over here and say that so I can deck you, you whiny little liberal socialist puke” and god knows that else. It was depressing to the point that I didn’t read them all, and can only hope that there were some messages of support.

I follow Chris Hayes on twitter, and I mean he doesn’t know me from a hole in the ground, but while I might not agree with everything out of his mouth, or necessarily even understand everything out of his mouth, he is not at all the kind of guy to badmouth soldiers. He very clearly said that he wasn’t saying anything disrespectful of soldiers!

But Chris was commenting about (among other things) the way that everyone is a “hero” now. And it’s the kind of thing that I have thought about as well: not every dead soldier is a hero. Some soldiers are just dead guys who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and died for it. And it’s horrible, and it’s unfair, and basically any right-thinking individual (‘right’ as in morally right, not politically right) can agree that it’s a massive sacrifice for someone to make, and those of us who are not in the service are normally fervently grateful to those who are, and represent our country in dangerous places far away, and fight or keep the peace on our behalf.

But.

But. The same way that every little tyke who makes it through pre-school on the way to Kindergarten really isn’t a graduate, or deserving a cap and gown (which actually signify something in the world of academia). The same way that we are not, every one of us, a beautiful and unique snowflake, as Chuck Palahniuk might say it.* The same way that no, we don’t all win the race by finishing: finishing is great! and a worthy accomplishment! but only one person actually wins the race: the winner. In that way, not every soldier, not every policeman, not even every firefighter! is a hero, to my understanding of the word.

A hero, to my understanding of the word, is the guy who goes back in to the burning building to rescue the kid or his comrade or coworker. A hero is the soldier who does something incredibly dangerous, most likely knowing that it’s incredibly dangerous, in order to help his fellow soldiers or advance the line, or whatever the objective is. A hero is the person who, for selfless reasons, puts himself or herself on the line for others’ benefit. A hero is a special kind of person, and while all soldiers deserve honour, gratitude and respect, not every soldier is a hero any more than every cook is a chef or every teacher makes that big difference in every student’s life or every actor deserves an Oscar.

That’s just not the way things are. And that’s OK. There’s nothing wrong with having more better things to strive for, and probably even more controversially, there’s nothing wrong, in my opinion, with being content with who you are, inasmuch as knowing that you’ll never be an Olympic gold medallist, or Grammy-winner, or Master of the Universe, and being OK with that, is perfectly acceptable.

Being good is OK. Nothing wrong with being superlative, but nothing wrong with just being good.

So can we maybe stop with the BEST! THING! EVAR! or slow down with the most appalling lie ever and I’m so goddam insulted by what that guy said that other guy said? Can we stop cherry-picking the sound-bites so that people are quoted completely out of context and saying exactly what they didn’t say?

I am so weary of the outrage, because it’s false outrage, and what’s worse, it’s a cynical pretense of outrage meant to garner page-clicks and dubious brownie points, and I’m just epically tired of it, if you know what I mean.

*  Many thanks to The Boogerhead for correcting my miss on the Palahniuk-ism. And to Lithos, who pointed out that my link was pointing in the wrong direction entirely. Sigh.