...so to reward myself for actually reading a book over the weekend I'm wasting three or more hours playing a promotional game on the website for the movie "Elektra" starring Jennifer Garner...
The whole thing seems to make sense and tie together quite tidily. The book was by Chuck Klosterman who is a staff writer at SPIN magazine and it was called "Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs." SPIN has been drifting quality and focus-wise over the last few years, but the columns written by Klosterman and, more recently, David Eggers have made it easier to stomach the blandness. Anyhow, Klosterman's book is a pop culture deconstruction that simultaneously is reverent towards the lowbrow yet makes no bones about how anesthetized we've become in worshipping at its knuckle dragging altar. Good fun.
In an effort to engage in this construct AND concurrently support Jennifer Garner's career I play the little Ninja fighter flash game on the movie's website. You get to glimpse character's from the movie, get called a fag by people using the alias "kill bill" AND watch the work hours tick tock away.
If that isn't what DSL was made for, what is?
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
paddywhacking
It's my mom's birthday today.
Each year the event poses not so serious soul searching about what to get her. The same goes for my dad, but it's her time right now.
The thing is I know what she likes: crafts and collectables. The thing also is I know how much stuff of this stuff she has: literal tons.
For nearly ten years now my folks have been living in a series of apartments... moving four times in that period. They've gone from good size ones in nice communities but with bad location to good size ones with good location in not-so-nice communities to small size ones in nice communities with bad location to what appears to be the best size one so far in a community they like in a bad location (not a quarter of a mile from their first apartment and only about a hundred feet from train tracks) but the apartment construction effectively cut down the noise. So...
It's still an apartment though... and I worry that each knick-knack, while initially a thing of joy to receive, eventually becomes a reminder that she still only has a fraction of the space from their house owning days.
Maybe I worry too much. Maybe the gift is the thing which makes that all o.k. Maybe knick knacks just give ME a rash and I'm reacting to that, who knows.
I'm sure salt & pepper shakers shaped like blue lightbulbs will be just what she wanted.
Each year the event poses not so serious soul searching about what to get her. The same goes for my dad, but it's her time right now.
The thing is I know what she likes: crafts and collectables. The thing also is I know how much stuff of this stuff she has: literal tons.
For nearly ten years now my folks have been living in a series of apartments... moving four times in that period. They've gone from good size ones in nice communities but with bad location to good size ones with good location in not-so-nice communities to small size ones in nice communities with bad location to what appears to be the best size one so far in a community they like in a bad location (not a quarter of a mile from their first apartment and only about a hundred feet from train tracks) but the apartment construction effectively cut down the noise. So...
It's still an apartment though... and I worry that each knick-knack, while initially a thing of joy to receive, eventually becomes a reminder that she still only has a fraction of the space from their house owning days.
Maybe I worry too much. Maybe the gift is the thing which makes that all o.k. Maybe knick knacks just give ME a rash and I'm reacting to that, who knows.
I'm sure salt & pepper shakers shaped like blue lightbulbs will be just what she wanted.
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