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SUNDANCE CHANNEL + GOOGLE MAPS = GREEN!

Combining the nifty technology behind the Google Maps application with the social networking phenomenon, the Sundance Channel created a focused platfrom, called "Eco-mmunity Map" that connects people, businesses, organizations, and tree huggers all over the US to orchestrate and coordinate and exchange information about their "green" efforts. If you don't know "green" by now, then you really have been living underneath a rock (a very polluted rock at that): Green symbolizes a global identity underscoring an eco-revolution, which basically means we all need to stop treating Mother Earth like she's Tina and we're Ike.

Check out the website here and say hi to Al Gore. Or browse it for hot "green" chicks with small carbon footprints. Oh yea.

(Thanks Pooja!)

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HUMANS VS. ZOMBIES (ZOMBIES ALWAYS WIN.)

A couple kids at Goucher College invented an interactive massive "role playing" game involving a zombie infestation (but only pretend, because I don't think the school administration would look kindly upon their human students blowing away their zombified classmates' head with shotguns--which is most effective against zombies, since we all know that the only way you can truly kill a zombie is by shooting it in the head). From humble Goucher origins, this game has now supposedly spread to colleges all across the US including Wesleyan, Univ of Illinois, and Cornell (What else are they going to do there?) where throwing a zombie over the waterfall is NOT permitted, even if the zombie asks for it, because he or she is depressed...at being a zombie, of course.  In fact, if a zombie is seen staring too intently down the waterfall at Cornell, all humans are permitted, in fact encouraged to grab that zombie and escort it to the local health services.

Rules are pretty straightforward.  Zombies must feed (accomplished by "tagging" a too slow victim) every 48 hours--if not, then they will starve to uh...death...again...for reals--and wear a bandana around their head to identify themselves.  If a zombie is hit by a permitted weapon, they are stunned for 15 minutes--and cannot interfere (eg. shield other zombies, etcc) for that duration.

Humans must...avoid getting tagged by zombies.  Nerf gun foam projectiles and socks are permitted weapons.

Humans win if all the zombies starve.  Zombies win if all humans are "convinced" to become zombies.

Links to more information and detailed rules, along with a pretty fantastic documentary can be found here.

You should definitely watch the documentary that can be found in the link above.  Afterwards my minor critiques of the game below will make sense.  As follows: I think zombies shouldn't be allowed to run as if they weren't zombies at all.  Zombies, other than the desire for human flesh and spreading their zombie love, are essentially a decaying yet animate corpses.  There is something antithetical about a zombie sprinting like an Olympic athlete running away from a drug test.  So my addendum to the rules is that Zombies are permitted to walk and walk quickly however, running is banned.  And for the humans, I saw them pick up a sock to reuse after it was tossed at a hungry zombie.  That's retarded.  Grenades or any other incendiary devices are not recyclable.  Therefore, once any weapon has been thrown--it can not be used again until after a reasonable period of time after the zombie attacks cease.

I'd love to play this game in NYC.  Someone should print out the index cards and go around and hand it to people.  Those people have now become zombies.  The index card would have a link to the website with the rules, with instructions to produce their index cards.

If you've read this, consider yourself digitally bitten.  Ya'll are now a soldier in my zombie army, bitches!

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UNLEASH PANDORA'S BOX OF MUSIC

Started in January 2000 (around the same time I was trying to figure out whether Natty Light or Natty Ice was better in the second semester of my sophomore year of college) a Stanford graduate launched the Music Genome Project that would attempt to quantify the "genes" of songs and music genres by incorporating factors ranging from "gender of lead vocalist, level of distortion on the electric guitar, [to] type of background vocals." This methodology was adopted by another website called Pandora which utilizes the Music Genome Project's data to create an Internet radio station that dynamically interacts with your musical preferences to automatically create an ongoing playlist that plays songs that it thinks you'll enjoy based on your preferences.  You are given the option of giving each song a thumbs up or down which helps the site hone in on what you like.

It's a really terrific service that uncovers a lot of music in a genre you might not know that much about.  For example, I typed in "Esbjorn Svensson Trio" and as a result I've been listening to some really terrific jazz tonight.  I suggest you do the same.

(Thanks Nicole!)

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5 HOURS OF '90s HIP HOP NONSTOP

Funkmaster Flex on July 4th played a commercial free five hour set on Hot97 of pure classic hip hop goodness from the 1990s (minus "Hammer and Young MC"). Some dude broke up the set into four mp3s which you can download here.

It's a must have for any hip hop fan or connoisseur. I've been listening to it all night (I doubt I'll be able to listen to the entire set considering it's five hours long in case you forgot) and it's simply hot, although a small minor complaint is that sometimes there's a little too much Funkmaster Flexing his big mouth. Nonetheless the songs fit really perfectly with the hot summer nights and it makes me want to get in a car with a couple good friends, nod our heads along to the beats, and just drive somewhere.

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MUST HAVE MAC APPLICATION

After years--Yes Virginia, years--of hearing Kaizar proselytize about this particular free application for macs, I finally downloaded it and gave it a whirl. Called "Quicksilver," the best way I can describe it is that it's an automated workflow program that offers a shortcut in the UI experience on OS X.

I've only scratched the surface of what it can do--there's a lot of customization that's available--but in particular one feature I was able to activate and immediately use sold me on this program. I'm working on a Word document and I have a few other programs running, such as iChat, Camino (my web browser), TextEdit (a light word processing program that I heart for some reason), and lastly iTunes. And just as I'm getting into my zone as I type, an annoying song playing on my iTunes takes me out of my groove. Typically, I'd stop typing and have a variety of choices to rectify this music situation:

  1. Use pointer to manually select the iTunes program in my dock and click on next song.
  2. Tap apple+tab and cycle through all my open programs until the iTunes one is selected.
  3. Tap the F8 button to activate Expose and then manually select iTunes.

Regardless of which above option I go with, they all force me to stop my typing and in some manual manner "get to" iTunes thus interrupting my previous flow.

With Quicksilver, without switching out of my Word document or any other program I'm in, I can click a designated keyboard combo I created (apple+control+"right arrow") which would automatically instruct iTunes to skip to the next song. As a result, in the middle of a sentence I'm typing, I can quickly and efficiently skip a song on iTunes (and conversely go back a song) as quickly as it takes me to type any other letter. The first time I used this I had a Eureka moment and "got" what the obsession with this program is about.

Anyhoo.

This is just one tiny small example of what you can do with this fantastic program (moreover it doesn't appear to be a memory hog). Go download it here.

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RUNNN, MROD, RUNNN

Boring Entry Warning. I've been having some pronounced knee problems [insert old man joke here] the past couple weeks to the point that I had to stop running because my knee would kind of pop out after jogging for just two blocks.

I'd never qualify myself as a "runner." In fact in the past I've always hated running and certainly didn't have any inherent abilities in that area. However, recently I've been enjoying it and so getting hurt was really annoying just as I was starting to be able to run a decent distance.

I was able to resume running again today and I'm excited that I can now run a full lap around Prospect Park. Hey, that's quite an achievement for this non-runner! My goal by the end of the summer is now to be able to do two full laps which will be exactly 6.7 miles.

Update: I self-diagnosed myself (thanks Internets!) and my affliction is apparently because I'm suffering from patellofemoral pain syndrome, otherwise known as simply "Runner's Knee."

You may feel pain toward the back of the knee, a sense of cracking or that the knee's giving out.

Yup, that's my knee!  Explained it right to the dot.

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RANDOM THOUGHTS

1. There needs to be a permanent moratorium on the ensemble dance sequence in movies.  You know what I'm talking about, right?  The previously fractured family members, usually the women, celebrate their resolution over some past contrived disagreement or fissure by dancing.  Yea, that scene.  This ubiquitous scene needs to be retired to the graveyard of other bygone eras, such as silent films and communism.  The only exception to this ban is Little Miss Sunshine. 2.  Parents need to not bring their screaming, spoon banging child to a cafe where many people come to study or work.

3.  Overdraft fees suck.

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RICHLY COWARDLY

Maureen "I'm a woman, R-E-S-P-E-C-T" Dowd and Thomas "Globalization is all good, baby" Friedman are the cynosures in the Grey Lady's editorial lineup, however I personally find Frank Rich's columns, visceral yet intellectual, to be the most enlightening and reflective of my own thoughts--often articulating ideas and opinions that are only inchoate in my head.  His latest cri de coeur, that diagnose the recent commutation of Libby as symptomatic of a larger and more insidious disease afflicting Bush, is an apt example. As much as I admire Rich (the former Butcher of Broadway), I'm equally against the Times' online business decision to place him and his colleagues behind a paid subscription firewall(1) called Times Select, because in effect they are inhibiting and to a large degree removing their most influential voices from the "marketplace of ideas."  When faced with an administration that is as secretive and a president who is as isolated from reality as our current one, it is all the more necessary that the public has access to all the merchants in that proverbial marketplace.  Times Select should be Times Open(2).  Therefore, as a public service, I've copied and pasted the entire article (A Profile in Cowardice) here in this entry after the jump.

THERE was never any question that President Bush would grant amnesty to Scooter Libby, the man who knows too much about the lies told to sell the war in Iraq. The only questions were when, and how, Mr. Bush would buy Mr. Libby’s silence. Now we have the answers, and they’re at least as incriminating as the act itself. They reveal the continued ferocity of a White House cover-up and expose the true character of a commander in chief whose tough-guy shtick can no longer camouflage his fundamental cowardice.

The timing of the president’s Libby intervention was a surprise. Many assumed he would mimic the sleazy 11th-hour examples of most recent vintage: his father’s pardon of six Iran-contra defendants who might have dragged him into that scandal, and Bill Clinton’s pardon of the tax fugitive Marc Rich, the former husband of a major campaign contributor and the former client of none other than the ubiquitous Mr. Libby.

But the ever-impetuous current President Bush acted 18 months before his scheduled eviction from the White House. Even more surprising, he did so when the Titanic that is his presidency had just hit two fresh icebergs, the demise of the immigration bill and the growing revolt of Republican senators against his strategy in Iraq.

That Mr. Bush, already suffering historically low approval ratings, would invite another hit has been attributed in Washington to his desire to placate what remains of his base. By this logic, he had nothing left to lose. He didn’t care if he looked like an utter hypocrite, giving his crony a freer ride than Paris Hilton and violating the white-collar sentencing guidelines set by his own administration. He had to throw a bone to the last grumpy old white guys watching Bill O’Reilly in a bunker.

But if those die-hards haven’t deserted him by now, why would Mr. Libby’s incarceration be the final straw? They certainly weren’t whipped into a frenzy by coverage on Fox News, which tended to minimize the leak case as a non-event. Mr. Libby, faceless and voiceless to most Americans, is no Ollie North, and he provoked no right-wing firestorm akin to the uproars over Terri Schiavo, Harriet Miers or “amnesty” for illegal immigrants.

The only people clamoring for Mr. Libby’s freedom were the pundits who still believe that Saddam secured uranium in Africa and who still hope that any exoneration of Mr. Libby might make them look less like dupes for aiding and abetting the hyped case for war. That select group is not the Republican base so much as a roster of the past, present and future holders of quasi-academic titles at neocon think tanks like the American Enterprise Institute.

What this crowd never understood is that Mr. Bush’s highest priority is always to protect himself. So he stiffed them too. Had the president wanted to placate the Weekly Standard crowd, he would have given Mr. Libby a full pardon. That he served up a commutation instead is revealing of just how worried the president is about the beans Mr. Libby could spill about his and Dick Cheney’s use of prewar intelligence.

Valerie Wilson still has a civil suit pending. The Democratic inquisitor in the House, Henry Waxman, still has the uranium hoax underlying this case at the top of his agenda as an active investigation. A commutation puts up more roadblocks by keeping Mr. Libby’s appeal of his conviction alive and his Fifth Amendment rights intact. He can’t testify without risking self-incrimination. Meanwhile, we are asked to believe that he has paid his remaining $250,000 debt to society independently of his private $5 million “legal defense fund.”

The president’s presentation of the commutation is more revealing still. Had Mr. Bush really believed he was doing the right and honorable thing, he would not have commuted Mr. Libby’s jail sentence by press release just before the July Fourth holiday without consulting Justice Department lawyers. That’s the behavior of an accountant cooking the books in the dead of night, not the proud act of a patriot standing on principle.

When the furor followed Mr. Bush from Kennebunkport to Washington despite his efforts to duck it, he further underlined his embarrassment by taking his only few questions on the subject during a photo op at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center. You know this president is up to no good whenever he hides behind the troops. This instance was particularly shameful, since Mr. Bush also used the occasion to trivialize the scandalous maltreatment of Walter Reed patients on his watch as merely “some bureaucratic red-tape issues.”

Asked last week to explain the president’s poll numbers, Andrew Kohut of the Pew Research Center told NBC News that “when we ask people to summon up one word that comes to mind” to describe Mr. Bush, it’s “incompetence.” But cowardice, the character trait so evident in his furtive handling of the Libby commutation, is as important to understanding Mr. Bush’s cratered presidency as incompetence, cronyism and hubris.

Even The Wall Street Journal’s editorial page, a consistent Bush and Libby defender, had to take notice. Furious that the president had not given Mr. Libby a full pardon (at least not yet), The Journal called the Bush commutation statement a “profile in non-courage.”

What it did not recognize, or chose not to recognize, is that this non-courage, to use The Journal’s euphemism, has been this president’s stock in trade, far exceeding the “wimp factor” that Newsweek once attributed to his father. The younger Mr. Bush’s cowardice is arguably more responsible for the calamities of his leadership than anything else.

People don’t change. Mr. Bush’s failure to have the courage of his own convictions was apparent early in his history, when he professed support for the Vietnam War yet kept himself out of harm’s way when he had the chance to serve in it. In the White House, he has often repeated the feckless pattern that he set back then and reaffirmed last week in his hide-and-seek bestowing of the Libby commutation.

The first fight he conspicuously ran away from as president was in August 2001. Aspiring to halt federal underwriting of embryonic stem-cell research, he didn’t stand up and say so but instead unveiled a bogus “compromise” that promised continued federal research on 60 existing stem-cell lines. Only later would we learn that all but 11 of them did not exist. When Mr. Bush wanted to endorse a constitutional amendment to “protect” marriage, he again cowered. A planned 2006 Rose Garden announcement to a crowd of religious-right supporters was abruptly moved from the sunlight into a shadowy auditorium away from the White House.

Nowhere is this president’s non-courage more evident than in the “signing statements” The Boston Globe exposed last year. As Charlie Savage reported, Mr. Bush “quietly claimed the authority to disobey more than 750 laws enacted since he took office.” Rather than veto them in public view, he signed them, waited until after the press and lawmakers left the White House, and then filed statements in the Federal Register asserting that he would ignore laws he (not the courts) judged unconstitutional. This was the extralegal trick Mr. Bush used to bypass the ban on torture. It allowed him to make a coward’s escape from the moral (and legal) responsibility of arguing for so radical a break with American practice.

In the end, it was also this president’s profile in non-courage that greased the skids for the Iraq fiasco. If Mr. Bush had had the guts to put America on a true wartime footing by appealing to his fellow citizens for sacrifice, possibly even a draft if required, then he might have had at least a chance of amassing the resources needed to secure Iraq after we invaded it.

But he never backed up the rhetoric of war with the stand-up action needed to prosecute the war. Instead he relied on fomenting fear, as typified by the false uranium claims whose genesis has been covered up by Mr. Libby’s obstructions of justice. Mr. Bush’s cowardly abdication of the tough responsibilities of wartime leadership ratified Donald Rumsfeld’s decision to go into Iraq with the army he had, ensuring our defeat.

Never underestimate the power of the unconscious. Not the least of the revelatory aspects of Mr. Bush’s commutation is that he picked the fourth anniversary of “Bring ’em on” to hand it down. It was on July 2, 2003, that the president responded to the continued violence in Iraq, two months after “Mission Accomplished,” by taunting those who want “to harm American troops.” Mr. Bush assured the world that “we’ve got the force necessary to deal with the security situation.” The “surge” notwithstanding, we still don’t have the force necessary four years later, because the president never did summon the courage, even as disaster loomed, to back up his own convictions by going to the mat to secure that force.

No one can stop Mr. Bush from freeing a pathetic little fall guy like Scooter Libby. But only those who paid the ultimate price for the avoidable bungling of Iraq have the moral authority to pardon Mr. Bush. -- Frank Rich 1. Free memberships to Times Select is available to those with an access to a ".edu" email address.

2.  I am of course aware of the exasperating tension between the newsroom and the boardroom, as the former is focused on providing a public service as an integral component to our democratic process while the latter is interested in driving up stock prices and increasing profit.  In addition, the corporate consolidation of traditional media outlets as well as the simultaneous fragmentation of audiences further complicates this situation.  People are increasingly relying less on their local and national newspapers and evening TV network news as their primary source of news and information.  As a result, traditional news media, such as newspapers in particular, are forced to adopt awkward revenue generating sources, such as the Times Select feature.

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HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY

We're suppose to be joyful today, the Fourth of July.  Independence Day.  And yet I find it difficult to celebrate as today's symbolic holiday only serves to underscore the mess our country currently finds itself in. But then I find hope for the future of our country in the inspirational words of former President Thomas Whitmore.

“Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world.  And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind.  “Mankind.”  That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore.  We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom… Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution… but from annihilation.  We are fighting for our right to live.  To exist.  And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: “We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!”  We’re going to live on!  We’re going to survive!  Today we celebrate our Independence Day!”

(This never gets old for me.)

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KANYE + DAFT PUNK

Here's the Akira inspired music video for Kanye's new (?) single that samples Daft Punk (who sampled Edwin Birdsong). [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZd1Js0QaOI]

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MROD REVIEWS: VITUS

Twas a movie filled weekend: Ratatouille on Friday, La Vi En Rose on Saturday, and Vitus on Sunday. Vitus is a Swiss film (english subtitled) that makes me wish that it's based on a true story--it successfully casts real life child piano prodigy Teo Gheorghiu in the role of Vitus, a piano prodigy and child genius--because it's an incredibly uplifting film. As expected, his parents, especially his mother are exactly the sort of parents popular culture depicts child prodigy's parents to be: Pushy and overly-protective. In sharp contrast, Vitus's grandfather--his best friend and confidante--engages and challenges his grandson's enormous intellect, atypical talent and limitless curiosity in an underhanded way that nonetheless appears to be a more effective manner in helping Vitus come to terms with and embrace his inner genius and wunderkind.

The casting of Teo in the lead role is a wondeful opportunity where his actual piano virtuosity allows the director to frame the entire shot without being forced to utilize the traditional cheap "trick" of zooming in close on the hands that clearly belong to an actual musician and not the actor. As a result I found myself drawn deeper into the story and film. And the kid is a pretty decent actor to boot.

Four stars out of five. Who knew the Swiss can make more than peace and good chocolate?

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WAG THE DOG? TRY, PUSH THE SCOOTER!

Hm, my headline makes no sense, but this one should: President Bush Commutes I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby's Prison Term.

The only thing that surprised me is that this farcical administration didn't wait until July 4, Independence Day to initiate this. They would have done it without a hint of irony. I'd laugh except for the fact that it's indisputably evident now that this is one of the most disastrous administrations in our modern American history in terms of both foreign AND domestic policies and leadership.

In the grand scheme of Bush's fuck ups--Iraq, Guantanomo, Katrina to name a few of the Big Ones--this is a hiccup (Although who knows?--the break-in of the Democratic National Headquarters initially appeared to be a hiccup as well...), a punctuation in the lengthy story of how not to run what was and could be a great country. What's particularly galling to me here is that in his statement outlining his reason to commute he states, "...I respect the jury's verdict. But I have concluded that the prison sentence given to Mr. Libby is excessive."

He concluded that the prison sentence was excessive? Excuse me, sir, but you are the very last person to able to determine what constitutes excessive and not. It is clear that Bush may be the most disconnected from reality individual on this planet, and this includes the isolated tribes of the Andaman islands.

Lately I've been asking myself--Are we as an American society so fractured and divided that, even if among our country's gutless leaders a Joseph Welch stepped forward, the proverbial audience today would not erupt into a unified applause as the gallery did for Welch soon after he pointedly asked McCarthy, "Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?"

I don't know, but I'm going to stick around because I know the light is at the end of the tunnel in 2008. Or so I hope.

In Related News

Go read Philip Roth's "The Plot Against America."

Update: And what about Bush's pardon and commuting trend during his presidency?

Bush has granted fewer pardons -- 113 -- than any president in the past 100 years, while denying more than 1,000 requests, said Margaret Colgate Love, the Justice Department's pardon attorney from 1990 to 1997.

In addition, Bush has denied more than 4,000 commutation requests, and hundreds of requests for pardons and commutations are still pending, Love said.

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LIFE UPDATE

Some photos from my summer so far that I haven't gotten around to uploading and posting (mainly from the Museum Mile fair). A crazy long line for free entry into one of the museums.

It was so hot and humid this day that I know this snazzy motherfucker was sweatin' like a pig underneath that suit.

I finally went to the Guggenheim.  It's much smaller inside than I was expecting.  What a gorgeous building though.

I dig this kid's art here.

Watermelon!

Ooh, artsy.

Central Park + Sun + Beer + National Geographic = Fawesome! ("Fawesome" being an amalgamation of "Fuckin" and "Awesome."  Also see "Feet!"--Fuckin' Sweet!--Feet!)  Thanks Pooja for your linguistic invention!

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MROD REVIEWS

I saw two French themed movies this weekend.  Thoughts below in everyway express the opinion of me. La Vie En Rose

Warning: Potential spoilers below.

This French film (subtitled in English) of the tempestuous life of the iconic French singer Edith Piaf (1915-1963) utilizes a deconstructed temporal narrative that lends an epic weight to this biopic.  Her tale, of which many details are still vague and contested, is quite an amazing one: Born Edith Gassion to her busker mom (a singer) and circus father (a contortionist), she was later abandoned to live with her grandmother who ran brothel.  For a significant period of her young childhood at the brothel, she was blind--an ironic development considering the inappropriate environment, despite the nurturing attention of the prostitutes especially one in particular who acted as a surrogate mother.  The theme of temporary proxy parental units would remain a consistent theme throughout her life.  As a young teen, she joined her father as part of joint street act where her singing talent revealed itself.  Eventually singing on her own in the streets, she was discovered by an owner of a popular nightclub who, despite Edith's evident lack of physical charisma and initial discomfort on stage, would provide her first big break, as well as designate a stage name "La Mome Piaf" (The Sparrow Kid) that Edith would later adopt as her own--Edith Piaf (Piaf being slang for 'sparrow.').  Along with her passion for singing--her life essence really--on stage, she never lost her crude street mannerisms and bibulous tastes.  Nonetheless, her voice catapulted her to the national and global stage.

Rather than a celebration or story of triumph, the movie seems to fetishistically focus on the painfully depressing aspects of her life: her lifelong physical awkwardness, the whorehouse upbringing, her alcoholism and morphine addiction to name just a few.  As a result the film ultimately fails in providing a nuanced portrayal.

One walks away from the movie asking if it was all worth it.  Edith would say "absolutely," but the film seems to suggest otherwise.

Two stars out of five.  Just because it's French doesn't mean it's good.

Ratatouille

(I can't believe I spelled this movie title correctly on my first try!)

Animated film powerhouse Pixar hits another one out of the ballpark and without the aid of steroids.

Communicating dual themes of individualism and family, this is a brilliant tale of a talented epicurean French rat (an interesting pick of a sympathetic creature if one wants to think too hard about it) partnering with a clueless dishwasher boy at a famed Parisian restaurant to fulfill both of their dreams.  While utilizing familiar tropes found in other animated movies such as the protagonist's separation from their family and the punchline sidekick, Ratatouille delectably blends traditional themes with contemporary ones that reflects for instance, France's multicultural population.  The result is a hilarious story, with some audience gasping surprise moments, as well as the expected Pixar trademark dazzling animation.  Moreover, it provides a level of sophistication that avoids bludgeoning the adult viewer (Calling Shrek, calling Shrek...).  The only flaw, and a major disappointing one for me, was the questionable ethnic stereotyping of the villain--a Fu Manchu mustache wearing, vertically challenged head chef of some vague brown heritage.

Nonetheless, who knew rats could be so cute and creative in the kitchen.

The pre-feature short animated film, which I won't ruin for you here, is also one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen. Four and a half stars out of five.  Must eat see animated movie of this summer!

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EASY LISTENING SUNDAY

Yet another Sunday which means another installment of your favorite weekly soft music jam for your hang over or broken heart...or both. If hung over I recommend an extremely chilled Coke AND Gatorade and anything from the McDonalds breakfast menu, then finish this off with a cup of coffee. If heart broken, then I don't know what to tell ya'. Whatever it is that you do to mend it just don't come off like Sting who basically sounds like a stalker.

Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you...

Stalker! Good song though.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXq3hO82cTY]

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