Showing posts with label Journalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Journalism. Show all posts

26 January 2012

Artificial Night Shall Be No More


So, in light of a lot of things not limited to, but including:

1. A personal preference for minimalism.
2. Google's recent trend away from its "Don't Be Evil" mantra.
3. Some synergy in my online productivity.
4. A personal preference for relative ease of use in aforementioned online productivity.

I've decided to take my full-time blogging over to Tumblr. I've had a Tumblr for a while now, and it's just a reality that I use it, and Twitter, as my main online outlets. I'm only producing one long blog post a month here, roughly, whereas I post on Tumblr multiple times a day. Splitting those two up seems stupid.

As much as I've loved having something called "Artificial Night" in my life, and all the little sidebar widgets, well, it's just not worth it anymore to divide my somewhat paltry readership.

I'm not going to re-direct joestracci.com just yet, so this will still be here for a while, but if you want a daily dose of music and technology and food and videos and all-around general wittiness, update your bookmarks to:

joestracci.org

See you then.

30 November 2011

Subtle Sexist Symbolism

How would this image differ if Watch The Throne was the creation of two female artists?

So now that Hot 97 and Power 105 have finally stopped just straight up looping Watch The Throne (Drake much?), I think it's safe to start writing about it, at least in some form, just because it's not often that All Star Teams are put together and succeed in winning a championship.

But I'm not going to do that here. Instead, I just wanted to take a minute to highlight something that occurred at last night's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show (apparently I'm supposed to capitalize fashion and show).

03 June 2011

"I Think I Dedicated My Life To This."

There's that saying, the one about sex and pizza, and how both, even if done badly, are still good.

And then there's Danielle, who calls me The Pizza Monster, because no matter what, I'll always eat (probably overeat) pizza. Doesn't matter from where, or when, I'll eat it.

We recently visited the original Frank Pepe in New Haven, so I don't know if I've still got pizza on the brain, but I saw a post on Serious Eats for the documentary The Best Thing I Ever Done, and not to be overly pun-ish, but watching this 16 min. documentary on Di Fara Pizza on Avenue J in Brooklyn, well, it's the best thing I...you get the point:


I'm telling you, if you have an appreciation for pizza, or honesty, or a life lived in pursuit of a singular dream, a nose to the grindstone (or the oven, as it may be), if you spend time wondering what the fuck is the meaning of waking up everyday, and happiness, and all that bullshit--then, I think you will really, really appreciate this 16 min. homage to what it means to do one thing and do it well.

And there are also the pearls of wisdom, straight from the mouth of Domenico DeMarco:

I think I dedicated my life to this. It's what I wanna do, you know. You must love what you do, if you no love what you do, don't do it. Some people, they say, "I hate my job." So what do they do it for, you know?

And please don't suck your teeth at what, on the surface, looks to be more of that bubble gum psychology, self-help banal-ness. The above italicized quote is the broken English credo of a man who looks down at his hands and estimates that he's made over a million pizzas, has taken one vacation in twenty years.

There's an honesty captured in The Best Thing I Ever Done that is indescribable.

You'll feel it, I promise.

30 March 2011

An Open Letter to The Book Publishing Industry


Dear Book Publishing Industry,

I purchased The Fighter on DVD when it was released on Tuesday, 15 March 2011. More specifically, my wife Danielle purchased the "Blu-ray/DVD Combo + Digital Copy," as it was listed, on her day off, from Target. After tax, Danielle paid $24 (rounded). Please note that this was a first day sale price. The same package is now retailing for $30.

With the rise of Netflix/Hulu/Apple TV, my DVD purchasing ways have slowed, and just in time, as the five DVD towers in my living room, which currently hold 262 DVDs, are beginning to take on a life of their own. But from time to time, I still get the urge to buy the "real" copy of a film, especially when I see the Blu-ray/DVD/Digital combo.

Why?

Well, the Blu-ray part is obvious. The Standard DVD I probably won't ever use, but the Digital Copy is where I get excited--I open the iTunes Store on my computer, plug in the little code from the card that comes packaged with the two discs, and download the file. That file can then be synced to the various iPads and iPhones and iPods that live in my home, as well as streamed to my Apple TV.

Now, I could have purchased The Fighter, via iTunes, for $20 (this price will drop over time). I also could have rented it via iTunes for $5. I could have watched that digital copy in all of the same places as the $24 physical copy, and I (Danielle) wouldn't have even had to leave the house. But I didn't want the digital copy.

Why?

I don't know, really. Sure, it's partly because I still appreciate the quality of a Blu-ray disc of a film that I enjoyed as much as The Fighter, but is that really it?

Or is it that by going with the physical combo pack, it basically feels like I'm getting three copies of the film for the cost of one?

To be fair, it's probably a combination of both.

So, BPI, why am I going on about a DVD?

I'm a huge fan of David Foster Wallace. On 15 April 2011, his unfinished novel The Pale King will be released. Pre-orders for it have been live for about a month now. I haven't pre-ordered it, though.

Why?

When I read DFW's magnum opus Infinite Jest, I read the physical copy (soft cover). All 1,079 pages of it. As I read, I kept a finger tucked in the back of the book, a placeholder for where I'd left off in the footnotes, which, if you haven't read Infinite Jest, is an essential part of the experience (there are almost 100 pages of footnotes). I'd flip forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards, over and over, for the entire time it took me to finish the book, probably around two months.

As you can imagine, reading a book that weighs 1,106 grams (2 pounds, 7 ounces) in this manner is annoying, to put it mildly.

Enter the iPad.

I've read two of DFW's books on the iPad. Both contained footnotes. I was able to access them by touching a hyperlink in the text, which whisked me to the corresponding footnote in the digital "back" of the book. When I was done, I was able to press a return prompt, which took me back to (roughly) where I had left off (both ebooks had a weird quirk where if the footnote was at the top half of the page, it took me back to the previous page).

Needless to say, this made the experience that much more enjoyable, and it was much easier on the wrists.

Hopefully, you're starting to see my dilemma.

BPI, I know The Pale King contains footnotes. This alone should be enough to sway me towards pre-ordering the digital version.

But a part of me still loves the physical presence of a "real" book, especially one by one of my "Desert Island" authors, just like I still buy CDs from my Desert Island musicians, just like I still buy Blu-ray discs of my Desert Island films.

If only there were a way to combine the two urges.

If only the industry capable of this was hungry enough to realize that the winds of change are a-blowin', as iPads and Kindles and Nooks become more and more popular.

Enough of the nonsense, BPI--on 15 April 2011, why won't I be able to buy The Pale King Combo Pack?

Why?

I've tried to look at it from your aging perspective and it still doesn't make any goddamn sense. Presumably The Pale King Combo Pack would be a shrink-wrapped physical book, inside of which is a card that has three codes on it--one code for iBooks, one code for Amazon, maybe even a code for Nook users--which would allow the buyer to download the ebook of The Pale King from the virtual bookstore of their choosing.

If that doesn't work for you, this card could be inside a smaller shrink-wrapped pocket on the inside of the back cover, if you don't want to take the time (read: spend the money) to shrink wrap the book. Shit, the card could be kept at the register if you don't want to change the book at all.

And yes, BPI, it would be for "free," if by "free" you mean that the presence of this card does not increase the price.

I know, I know--tough for you to swallow.

But here's what I, the consumer, who at the age of 26 already has 4 full-sized bookcases in my one bedroom apartment, is trying to point out to you:

In the iBooks store, The Pale King costs $15, and this price will decrease over time.

In Barnes & Noble, on 15 April, after my Member Discount, I will probably pay close to $20 for the hardcover of The Pale King, and this price will increase eventually.

(And just so you know, and this isn't as fact-based as the other points here, but for the first time in a long time, I'm considering not renewing my B&N membership. Why? I don't do 100% of my book buying at B&N anymore. Not even close.)

And even after taking all of this into account, I would still gladly pay the $20 for the physical version (remember The Fighter on Blu-ray?)--but even more so if I got the ebook too.

Yes, BPI, I know what you're thinking--there's a good chance I'll still buy the hardcover version over the ebook, since I already expressed an unconscious desire to own the "real" version of an admitted favorite.

And I know what else you're thinking--why should you start giving me more product for the same amount of money?

Well, here's what it comes down to: Are you really willing to risk the $5? (Really more, because you don't profit from the B&N Member Discount.)

Better yet--are you willing to risk it for each member of the ever-dissipating group of people who think like me?

While I can't tell you for sure what I will do on 15 April, I can tell you 100% what I will not do:

Purchase both the physical copy and the ebook.

So I guess you're going to wait it out. In a way, that makes sense. No rush to judgement, and all that jazz.

But while you're waiting to see how it all shakes out, I'm going to be falling more and more for the iPad (I got the 2, BPI. So thin! So light!), and iBooks (which I recently started using on my iPhone too--you would be amazed how easy the Retina Display makes it), as well as all of the little conveniences the switch to ebooks brings to my obsessive reading life: Sick in bed? No problem. Wife asleep next to me? Who cares. Started reading on my iPhone, and want to continue reading on my iPad later? It syncs where I left off.

Cool, right?

(And I don't know if you noticed, BPI, but the iBooks catalog just got a whole lot deeper.)

Also worth noting, BPI--I never saw Winter's Bone, an Oscar contender that I absolutely loved, in the theater. I streamed a beautiful HD version of it to my Apple TV. For $5. I watched it on my 42" television, on my nice, comfortable living room couch, my wife next to me in her leather recliner.

Oh, and the new Kanye record? (I know, I know--I'm a slightly hipstery douche who still calls albums "records.") Got it it in the iTunes store. Eleven bucks. The second it was released to the public. Came with a really slick .pdf of the album artwork and all the liner notes, which I was able to check out on my 20" iMac.

This is not a letter asking you to set a precedent, BPI.

This is not a letter asking you to be the one who creates a New World Order.

I just want you to make it easier for me.

I just want to be able to justify spending more money on a less superior version of your product, because it is a product that I can't live without.

Musicians got the message.

The film industry even seems to be coming around.

Are you listening?

Sincerely,
A Reader

25 February 2011

What A Writer Thinks When They See Poorly Branded Technology


Yesterday, Apple refreshed their MacBook Pro line, taking them from drool-worthy to We’re-going-to-get-high-and-listen-to-Miles-Davis (ding! Mad Men reference!). As per the norm, I’m admitting up-front that I’m not qualified enough to espouse on the what and why behind the increased computing power (if you’re anything like me, you’d benefit much more by getting yourself a MacBook Air and/or waiting until they make MBPs more like MBAs, but that’s another blog post). Instead, what I want to do is focus on one specific new feature.

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Thunderbolt. It’s a new technology from Intel, new to Apple products, and is used, in the most basic sense, to transfer data. Dumbing it down even further, this is what Intel, and Apple, since they’re standing behind it, hopes will eventually replace (be used in conjunction with) your USB port and/or your FireWire port. For people who use external displays, it will also used for that. Thunderbolt is actually pretty neat, as you can see in this info from 9to5 Mac:

Light Peak is significantly faster than any of the other connection technology currently on the market. For comparison, Firewire 400 is 400 Mbps, Firewire 800 is 800 Mbps, USB2 is 480 Mbps, and USB3 (which never appeared on a Mac) is 3.2 Gbps. Light Peak comes in at a whopping 10 Gbps making it close to three times faster than USB 3, and over 10 times faster than Firewire 800. Although this won’t matter too much for Mac users, Light Peak can transfer an entire Blu-Ray movie in under 30 seconds.

Now you’re probably thinking: Wait, you said Thunderbolt. What is Light Peak?

Light Peak is what Intel used as a "code-name" for now-officially-branded Thunderbolt. So I should say, Thunderbolt is Light Peak.

Enter: my frustration.

Any decent writer knows the importance of a good name. If Fight Club had been started by a guy named Gerald Stricklenbocker, rather than Tyler Durden, would it have been quite as believable as an underground boxing cult that was capable of taking over the world? Exactly. The same principle is applied in product branding. Time and time again, products with “good” names sell better than products with shitty names.

Simple. So what’s so bad about Thunderbolt?

First, what we’re talking about here is data transfer. Which we (the unassuming computing public) think of in terms of--speed. Apple’s Thunderbolt info page confirms this. With a connection like this, we use words like “time,” and “seconds,” and “over”: “I’m transferring it over USB.”

However, Thunderbolt, which appears to be a portmanteau of “Thunder” and “Lightning Bolt,”*** which is confirmed by the symbol used in the logo and on the computer:


is comprised of two words that don't help us to instantly think of speed. We've got an auditory descriptor—after all, we hear thunder, and “bolt” which does nothing to help our sense of speed, because it is a visual descriptor--we see lightning.

***It was just pointed out to me that "Thunderbolt" is actually a word:

So while it is not a portmanteau, it still doesn't make sense.

So what about what we see when we hear Thunderbolt? The logo/icon above, compounds the confusion. If it looks familiar, it should:





OK, maybe not the last one, but the first two? That’s the symbol (international?) for DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE!, which I suppose could be seen as a symbol of speed (maybe? like in the TOUCH THIS AND YOU'LL DIE FAST sense?), but I’m not sure it’s got the connotation that Intel/Apple wants, even if it could. To me, it has, and always will be synonymous with—DANGER! Even Marilyn Manson thought so:


And DANGER!, or Marilyn Manson, isn't what you want people thinking of before they plug in their $1,000 external monitor, or transfer their collection of 1,600 cat pictures.

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So Thunderbolt doesn’t sound right, and it doesn’t look right. What would work better, you ask?

How about what Intel “code-named” it?

Light Peak!

Because the data transferred over it (OH MY GOD! REMEMBER THE TIME WE DRESSED THE CAT UP LIKE A POLICE OFFICER!) moves at the speed of—light!

When you use it you get—peak performance!

If you do a Google Image search for “Light Peak,” 5 of the first 20 results include this photo:


We still need an icon, right? That image, specifically the ends of the 4 wires, each bursting with light—would be goddamn perfect. I made an (incredibly) crude drawing of it:


It’s got marketing built into it, too:


It’s not USB 2, what we use now, or USB 3, what’s coming, it’s Light Peak—it must be faster—IT’S GOT 4 WIRES!

(And I’m sure people who know way more than I do about technology are shaking their head right now, but c’mon, you know it’s true—this is how people (your mom, my mom, his mom, her mom) think.)

Maybe, as usual, I'm putting too much thought into it.

Since there aren’t even any products on the market (yet) that can take advantage of Light P—Thunderbolt technology, it is impossible to speculate how successful it will be. Maybe it will be great, after all, speed junkies will be speed junkies, regardless of the name.

But technology isn’t thought-up and marketed for/to speed junkies. They will always buy the latest and fastest. Technology and the accompanying marketing strategies are crafted very, very specifically so that your mom and my mom and his mom and her mom will have an easy-as-pie choice to make when faced with something they don't truly understand, but know they need, all while not wanting to look stupid:

2? 3? 4! Yes, 4! That’s what I need!

The technology enthusiast in me is excited for the speed Thunderbolt promises.

But the writer in me can’t ignore the possibility that Thunderbolt might turn out to be a—power outage.

26 January 2011

Scenario Two


If you follow me on Twitter, you've probably noticed that I've been on a three week Mad Men binge. I watched when it premiered in 2007 and quickly gave up. At that point, it just didn't keep my attention. But the hype never seemed to die down, and when I recently saw the first season on sale for $12, I thought I would give it another shot.

Best decision I've made, televison-wise, in a long time.

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On 17 January 2011, I tweeted:

"Watching Mad Men has allowed me to understand Sarah Palin. Every time I see one of her quotes, I hear Don Draper explaining it to her."

That thought came about because of this tweet by CNN's Political Ticker a few minutes earlier:

"Palin: 'I am not going to shut up' - http://bit.ly/hHZUZ6"

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Since my tweet, I've been unable to let go of that thought--what if Don Draper was advising Sarah Palin?

Scenario Two is my attempt to answer that question.

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(Sitting in Don Draper's office just one day after Gabrielle Giffords' shooting are Don Draper, Roger Sterling, and Sarah Palin. This is a post-meeting meeting. No smarmy interruptions from Pete Campbell. No artistic awkwardness from Sal Romano. Sarah wants "the facts, the meat separated from the pelt," as she has just put it.)

Sarah: So, boys, how are we going to fix this?

Roger: Lots of ice.

(Roger gets up and makes three drinks.)

Don: Sarah, you've got a problem.

Sarah: I sure do. There's a congresswoman near dead, and some civilians dead, and there's a mob of leftist lame-stream media lovers out there saying Sarah Palin, voice of the people, is to blame.

Roger: (speaking over his shoulder) Is it too soon to say that they've got you in their crosshairs?

Don: (lights a cigarette) Look, to a portion of the population, you're an American flag-wrapped mystic. Patriotism boiled down to its pure essence.

Sarah: You're darn tootin'.

Don: But there is another segment of society that views you as an incredibly disruptive force. A tornado of rhetoric.

Sarah: Communists. Socialists. Obama-lovers. History recessionists.

Roger: (hands out the drinks and sits down) Revisionists?

Sarah: (cuts her eyes at Roger) You ever see what happens when a Mama Grizzly gets corrected?

Don: (stubs out cigarette) My point is this--in politics, there will always be--division. You can either try your hardest to get your choir to sing louder. Or. You can switch the other choir's sheet music when they're not looking.

Sarah: Are you saying we should release some type of album or song?

Don: (lights a cigarette) Sarah, why are you telling me to shut up?

Sarah: I'm not telling you to shut up.

Don: (stubs out cigarette) Roger?

Roger: (feigns spilling some of his drink as he swallows) Did I just hear somebody tell Don to shut up? Nobody tells Don to shut up! I'm voting for Don because his voice is my voice and I sure as hell won't be silenced.

(Roger mimics voting for Don.)

Don: (turns to Sarah) There's no rule that says that you need to be told to shut up before you can say that you aren't going to shut up.

Sarah: …

Don: (lights a cigarette) The power of the American people lies in how and when we react. What we lack in our ability to be proactive, we make up for in our reactive skills. Your place in politics is clear--you're a reactionist. And good for you. People love that because that's what they are. You thrive off of the judgment of already-made decisions, just like the rest of us.

Roger: (standing at the bar again, shaking a cocktail shaker) The communists were proactive. Look where that got them.

Don: The American people don't want some slick, proactive, forward-thinking hero. Being proactive means thinking ahead. Thinking ahead means sitting down and listing all of the possible negative outcomes. Possible negative outcomes breed fear. Fear paralyzes.

Sarah: You ever see a Mama Grizzly paralyzed by fear?

Don: (stubs out cigarette) Exactly.

Roger: I once saw Marion Turnbow paralyzed by fear. But I had just dropped my pants. And this was after a bottle of scotch, so--

Don: When people vote, they don't vote on the issues or religion or flag burning's legality or the size of the deficit. They close the shade, stare up at the names, and think, "Yeah, I could have a beer with that guy." Women? They say, "In a moment of weakness? Sure, I would sleep with him."

Roger: Reagan? After a speech? For Christ's sake--I would have slept with him.

Don: (lights a cigarette) The way I see it, this all plays out in one of two ways. Scenario one--you admit you were wrong. You appear with babies of all races and do your best impersonation of--humble. You light some memorial candles. You donate a star in someone's name. And sure, maybe there will be some media coverage of how sincere you are, and how apparently there is a side of you that appears willing to--do the right thing, whatever that means.

Sarah: Humble?

Don: (stubs out cigarette) Then there's scenario two.

Roger: (rubbing his hands) He always saves the good stuff for scenario two.

Don: (lights a cigarette) You go out there and you tell them that the truth cannot be silenced. That freedom never takes a day off. That injustice is always lurking. And that you. Are not going. To shut up. Because the day that you shut up is the day that injustice strikes. The day you shut up is the day that freedom finally calls in sick. The truth? Raped and left for dead the day that you shut up.

Roger: (shaking his head and smiling) See what I mean?

Sarah: I still haven't heard who exactly is telling me to shut up. Because Mama Grizzlies--

Don: No one--is telling you to shut up. And that's exactly why you are going to respond, clear as day, that you are not going to shut up.

Roger: Everybody check your pockets.

Don: (stubs out cigarette)

Sarah: So that's it? I am not going to shut up?

Don: Never. Every time, that is what you'll say. I am not going to shut up. It will be physically impossible for you to shut up. You shutting up would be like a shark ceasing to move.

Sarah: Me shutting up would be like--a Mama Grizzly not fighting for her cubs!

Don: (half-mouthed smile)

Roger: (claps his hands together) All this telling someone to shut up talk--I need to call my wife.

(Everyone laughs. They all stand up and shake hands.)

Sarah: Mr. Draper, Mr. Sterling. A pleasure, as always.

Roger: Glad to have helped with this--momentary distraction.

Sarah: (raises her fist in the air) I am not going to shut up!

Roger: (points at her and winks) That'a girl. Just don't teach that to my daughter.

(Roger puts his arm around Sarah's shoulders and they both walk out.)

(Don falls back down into his chair, emotionally exhausted. He lights a cigarette and contemplatively looks at the wall across the room, on which a vintage map of the earth is hanging. The map's maker must have been quite the patriot, as the USA's landmass is totally out of proportion with the rest of the world. It is almost the same size as Africa. Don drags on his cigarette. The first jangly, reverb-soaked notes of Aretha Franklin's "Chain of Fools" plays.)



(Cut to black.)

(The song continues to play.)

(The credits roll.)

22 December 2010

Two Articles I Would Literally Regret Not Sharing With You


So I thought I was on holiday break.

But two articles I came across recently are so good that I realized that I would literally regret not sharing them with you.

First is this piece by Ricky Gervais. It's from The Wall Street Journal and it explores the roots of his atheism. Comedians are some of the brightest users of language around, so it should come as no surprise that this piece is sharp, cutting, and extremely thought-provoking. Here is just one of the many outstanding passages that the piece contains:

The dictionary definition of God is “a supernatural creator and overseer of the universe.” Included in this definition are all deities, goddesses and supernatural beings. Since the beginning of recorded history, which is defined by the invention of writing by the Sumerians around 6,000 years ago, historians have cataloged over 3700 supernatural beings, of which 2870 can be considered deities.


So next time someone tells me they believe in God, I’ll say “Oh which one? Zeus? Hades? Jupiter? Mars? Odin? Thor? Krishna? Vishnu? Ra?…” If they say “Just God. I only believe in the one God,” I’ll point out that they are nearly as atheistic as me. I don’t believe in 2,870 gods, and they don’t believe in 2,869.

Kudos to you, Mr. Gervais.

Second, and maybe more importantly, is this piece from GQ by Mary Rogan. Brian Burke is a name that any hockey fan knows, one that is synonymous with words like ruthless, and domineering, and notorious bad-ass. When his son Brendan died in a car accident in February of 2010, it was a tragedy. But it was also the start of Brian's new role--as a gay rights advocate.

You see, Brendan was a pioneer--a high-profile name in the sports world, certainly the first in the professional hockey world, who was openly gay. He came out during an ESPN.com interview, after he'd told his family. His older brother Patrick remembers how it happened, right after he'd returned from a road trip to Rhode Island:

"I had a bunch of bags in the car, and I went inside to tell Brendan he had to help get the luggage out. We're walking to the car and he said, 'I have something to tell you: I'm gay.' I said, 'Are you being serious? Are we having this conversation, or are you just joking around?' He said, 'No, I'm serious.' I said, 'Well, that doesn't change anything, and I love you—now grab those bags and let's go inside.' The whole conversation was about thirty seconds long, and when I opened the door I yelled, 'Mom, you owe me twenty bucks—I told you he was gay!'"

I was in tears for most of this piece, and I expect you will be too.


And that's all until 2011.
JS

23 November 2010

Death of a Racehorse

W.C. Heinz

Every now and again, Deadspin's Tommy Craggs excerpts "a handful of stories — old and new, sports and otherwise, relevant and merely sublime." This is a great thing, for a bunch of reasons, but mostly because sports writing is severely undervalued and can always use a good shot in the arm.

I was recently going through some and found a piece, a real short one, "Death of a Racehorse," by W.C. Heinz, from a 1949 edition of the New York Sun. DOAR is so moving, so well-written, and so powerful that I couldn't not share it.

Again, this is me re-posting the contents of a Deadspin post, which you can find here, which is a re-posting of a W.C. Heinz piece from 1949, which was later anthologized in What A Time It Was. (I just want to be quite clear that I did not write what I'm about to post, nor did I originally think of re-posting it. The Internet can be funny about these things).

All e-galese aside, here it is, "Death of a Racehorse," by W.C. Heinz:

They were going to the post for the sixth race at Jamaica, two year olds, some making their first starts, to go five and a half furlongs for a purse of four thousand dollars. They were moving slowly down the backstretch toward the gate, some of them cantering, others walking, and in the press box they had stopped their working or their kidding to watch, most of them interested in one horse.

"Air Lift," Jim Roach said. "Full brother of Assault."

Assault, who won the triple crown ... making this one too, by Bold Venture, himself a Derby winner, out of Igual, herself by the great Equipoise ... Great names in the breeding line ... and now the little guy making his first start, perhaps the start of another great career.

They were off well, although Air Lift was fifth. They were moving toward the first turn, and now Air Lift was fourth. They were going into the turn, and now Air Lift was starting to go, third perhaps, when suddenly he slowed, a horse stopping, and below in the stands you could hear a sudden cry, as the rest left him, still trying to run but limping, his jockey — Dave Gorman — half falling, half sliding off.

"He broke a leg!" somebody, holding binoculars to his eyes, shouted in the press box. "He broke a leg!"

Down below they were roaring for the rest, coming down the stretch now, but in the infield men were running toward the turn, running toward the colt and the boy standing beside him, alone. There was a station wagon moving around the track toward them, and then, in a moment, the big green van that they call the horse ambulance.

"Gorman was crying like a baby," one of them, coming out of the jockey room, said. "He said he must have stepped in a hole, but you should have seen him crying."

"It's his left front ankle," Dr. J.G. Catlett, the veterinarian, was saying. "It's a compound fracture; and I'm waiting for confirmation from Mr. Hirsch to destroy him."

He was standing outside one of the stables beyond the backstretch, and he had just put in a call to Kentucky where Max Hirsch, the trainer, and Robert Kleber, the owner, are attending the yearling sales.

"When will you do it?" one of them said.

"Right as soon as I can," the doctor said. "As soon as I get confirmation. If it was an ordinary horse I'd done it right there."

He walked across the road and around another barn to where they had the horse. The horse was still in the van, about twenty stable hands in dungarees and sweat-stained shirts, bare-headed or wearing old caps, standing around quietly and watching with Dr. M.A. Gilman, the assistant veterinarian.

"We might as well get him out of the van," Catlett said, "before we give him the novocaine. It'll be a little better out in the air."

The boy in the van with the colt led him out then, the colt limping, tossing his head a little, the blood running down and covering his left foreleg. When they saw him, standing there outside the van now, the boy holding him, they started talking softly.

"Full brother of Assault." ... "It don't make no difference now. He's done." ... "But damn, what a grand little horse." ... "Aint he a horse?"

"It's a funny thing," Catlett said. "All the cripples that go out, they never break a leg. It always happens to a good-legged horse."

A man, gray-haired and rather stout, wearing brown slacks and a blue shirt, walked up.

"Then I better not send for the wagon yet?" the man said.

"No," Catlett said. "Of course, you might just as well. Max Hirsch may say no, but I doubt it."

"I don't know," the man said.

"There'd be time in the morning," Catlett said.

"But in this hot weather—" the man said.

They had sponged off the colt, after they had given him the shot to deaden the pain, and now he stood, feeding quietly from some hay they had placed at his feet. In the distance you could hear the roar of the crowd in the grandstand, but beyond it and above it you could hear thunder and see the occasional flash of lightning.

When Catlett came back the next time he was hurrying, nodding his head and waving his hands. Now the thunder was louder, the flashes of lightning brighter, and now rain was starting to fall.

"All right," he said, shouting to Gilman. "Max Hirsch talked to Mr. Kleberg. We've got the confirmation."

They moved the curious back, the rain falling faster now, and they moved the colt over close to a pile of loose bricks. Gilman had the halter and Catlett had the gun, shaped like a bell with the handle at the top. This bell he placed, the crowd silent, on the colt's forehead, just between the eyes. The colt stood still and then Catlett, with the hammer in his other hand, struck the handle of the bell. There was a short, sharp sound and the colt toppled onto his left side, his eyes staring, his legs straight out, the free legs quivering.

"Aw ——" someone said.

That was all they said. They worked quickly, the two vets removing the broken bones as evidence for the insurance company, the crowd silently watching. Then the heavens opened, the rain pouring down, the lightning flashing, and they rushed for the cover of the stables, leaving alone on his side near the pile of bricks, the rain running off his hide, dead an hour and a quarter after his first start, Air Lift, son of Bold Venture, full brother of Assault.


**

Enjoy Thanksgiving, everyone.
JS

18 November 2010

Highly Complimentary


Surely, at this midway point in November, seasonal affective disorder already beginning to churn, shops filled with cheap Christmas decorations, people angrily dismissing those who say Happy Holidays, the same old tunes coming from the radio, the same holiday arguments beginning to take shape, weekends filled, cheap electronics getting cheaper, surely, you could use some shit to read, right?

-This is the final essay in David Foster Wallace's Consider the Lobster (which for some reason is NOT included in the iBooks version), a stirring piece about John Ziegler, conservative talk radio host, and while it was published in '05, it could not be more applicable at this late date.

-This is an op-ed piece by Warren Buffet, and I think John Gruber's description of it pretty much sums it up:

Warren Buffett, well-known foe of capitalism, thanks the U.S. government for its efforts to prevent an economic collapse two years ago.

-Here is a Safari extension called "Facebook Neue," for all those who agree that Facebook.com is one unwieldy, ugly mutha.

-Yeah, we've all heard about the TSA scanners, and the naked pictures, and the junk groping, but the reality is that these scanners could be dangerous to our health, and haven't been proven to actually make anybody safer. So why are they still being instituted, even fought for? Lobbyists, anyone?

-Alexia Tsotsis writes about something I've been saying for a while now: the phone call is dead.

-This is a gigantic piece from The New Yorker on Nick Denton, the head of Gawker Media. Worth your time if you're at all interested in the future of journalism.

-David Pogue's review of the Samsung Galaxy Tab seems to be the most fair of them all.

-Everyone heard about Caitlin Burke, right? The woman who solved a Wheel of Fortune puzzle with only one letter showing on the board? I, like many (most likely), thought she guessed/got lucky/took a shot in the dark. Turns out that's not the case.

-Do you like true crime stories? Are you somebody (I am) who thinks that most of the chatter about cyber crimes and identity theft  is born out out of people not keeping their identities secure? Read this piece. It'll change your mind.

-Mikey "Eyedea" Larsen passed away on 10/16/10. I hadn't been listening to his stuff much recently, but when I was, boy, did it blow me away. I was fortunate enough to see him live once, and his manic energy is something I will never forget. This is a review of the benefit show that took place in his honor.

-Amy Hempel, one of my favorite writers, and probably one of the greatest living American short story writers, did a rare extensive interview with the Paris Review in '03. Here it is.

-For those apt to swoon at the mention of JD Salinger's name, here is the story of one your (our) brethren attempting to track down a copy of the rare short story "A Girl I Knew."

-This is the Rolling Stone review of Kanye West's forthcoming My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Spoiler: it is highly complimentary. Double spoiler: it makes me giggle.

-When the iPad was first released, it was said that the iPhone was actually born out of the effort to perfect the iPad, which is interesting because one would think it would have been the other way around. Regardless, there is a long history of Apple attempting to bring tablet computing to the mainstream, and this is a really interesting piece that attempts to document that process.

-Bart Scott, a linebacker for the New York Jets, talks a whole bunch of smack every Sunday. But don't let that get in the way of realizing that this is a guy who truly cares about his hometown and the people who live there.

-The iPad gets knocked every so often for being a toy, a superfluous consumption device for those with disposable income. Just don't tell that to the children in this story.

And as always, let's finish with a video:


Roy's Jeans - Video by Self Edge from Self Edge on Vimeo.


More soon,
JS

28 October 2010

The "Aims Of Course" Section

The best lunch you will ever have.
Well, I'm back from my wedding/honeymoon interlude, and your faithful correspondent is happy to report that the married life is, in fact, all it is cracked up to be. The wedding turned out just as we'd hoped (that is to say, amazing), and the fact that nobody wound up in the lake was a terrific bonus. Barcelona was equally wonderful. If changing our names, leaving behind our families (and school loan debt), and never coming back was an option, we'd be learning Catalan and preparing to make the move.

Alas, that's not possible, so instead, here's a bunch of articles, videos, and other assorted detritus that's been keeping my attention the past couple of weeks***.

-While in Barcelona, on 10/10/10, it started surfacing that the Simpson's "couch gag" that night was one for the ages and supposedly story-boarded by legendary social commentator/graffiti artist/public nuisance, Banksy. The video went viral and there was some debate if it had actually even aired on FOX (if you haven't seen it yet, you'll understand why), or if it had just been planted on YouTube and made to look like it had aired (which also added an unintentional layer of commentary regarding the state of television). Turns out it did air, and Banksy was the genius behind it, which only makes it awesome-er. Take the time to watch it, believe me.

-Continuing in our theme of old news, here's the fake/satirical senior thesis PowerPoint presentation a Duke female made about all of the athletes she fornicated with while in school. Again, genius.

-This is a write-up of a study review conducted by scientists at the University of Manchester that suggests that cancer is a man-made disease, caused by environmental factors such as pollution and diet.

-If you're a Mac user, or any computer user, really, you are well-aware of the dangers of distraction. Our computers are loaded with websites, apps, and games that, when combined with the speed of our internet connections and the efficiency of our machines, threaten our ability to get shit done. Gigaom has a list of ways to fight this.

-This piece is from The Huffington Post and presents a fascinating idea--what if the reason Americans are so fat is because we're treating obesity with the same "just say no" approach that was and is so unsuccessful with drug addicts? This is yet another piece really worth your time. You'll be really surprised to see just how close some people's eating habits are to drug habits.

-"Homemade Spacecraft," courtesy of Luke Geissbuhler and Vimeo, is one of the coolest videos you'll watch this week, and probably next too. Pardon me for sounding old, but kids today, man, they don't know how good they have it.

-The Yankees season ended last we--shit, that's all I can bring myself to type about it. During the ALCS, Joe Posnanski, one of our most talented living baseball journalists, re-posted his '03 piece on Tony Pena, current Yankees bench coach and then-manager of the Kansas City Royals. If you don't get misty at points during this, I question the assumed presence of a beating heart in your chest.

-More recently in SI is this piece from Jeff Pearlman on Manhattanville Men's Basketball Coach Pat Scanlon. Very cool stuff.

-Kanye is going in. That's really the only way you can look at it. His G.O.O.D Fridays stuff, his two official singles, "Power" and "Runaway," an upcoming album, and now this, the full-length short film for "Runaway." Even if you don't like Kanye, you should pay attention, because we're currently watching as one man yet again pushes an entire music genre and the associated culture in a new direction.

-The Amateur Gourmet is a great food blog--fun, well-written, and delicious. Adam Roberts is the man behind it and he recently posted his offering to the "It Gets Better" campaign and it's such a fantastic piece of writing. I'm a sucker for family stories and this one nails it. Kudos, Adam.

-Apple (you didn't think I wouldn't include SOMETHING about Apple, right?) recently upgraded their MacBook Air line and as usual, they are sexy as shit. I really, really wish I had a need for a notebook computer, but I don't. Of course, there's been a bunch of debate about where these new products fit into the current technological landscape, especially from a company that recently declared the netbook dead and buried. Well, here's a well thought-out answer.

-Okay, fine--one more Apple-related post. This is from the Bloomberg "Game Changers" series. The Steve Jobs story. Danielle watched this with me and was captivated, so yeah, you definitely don't need to be a nerd to enjoy.

-I'm on a David Foster Wallace kick again, and luckily, in 2010, the internet is awash in his stuff. Here's the syllabus from the English 102 class he taught at Illinois State University. It’s disgusting--the man even wrote the shit out of the "aims of course" section of a syllabus! This is an "unpublished story" of DFW's, posted on the extremely cool blog 454 W 23rd St New York, NY 10011-2157. Now, I did some research and it turns out that this "unpublished story" is two parts from a reading he did on 12/6/00 at the Lannan Foundation, where he called them and another piece he read in the middle, “three fragments from a longer thing.” Here’s the transcript of that event, too. My suggestion? Read both posts—you’ll get a feel for the “unpublished” piece, as well as for what he was going for at the reading. And finally is this piece from the NY Times, about Karen Green, DFW’s widow, an artist in her own right, and how her husband’s death is influencing her work and her life.

-Finally, is this video from Grant Achatz, the chef/wonderchild behind Alinea:



Ever wanted to know how the mind of a genius chef works? This explanation of "flavor bouncing" is a start.


That's all for now, folks. Oh, and if Artificial Night and my Twitter feed wasn't enough for you, I now have a Tumblr, too, so be sure to check out Not Stolen. Permanently Borrowed. There's already some fun shit being posted there, too.

And again, stay tuned for some upcoming food snuff stuff.

Always,
JS

***It should be noted that, theoretically, I've got a bunch of posts coming about our time in Barcelona, especially our meals at ABaC and Comerç, 24, two of the greatest meals of our lives. As I previously remarked via Twitter, I didn't shoot food porn during those meals; I shot a food snuff film. But yeah, again, those posts are coming, I promise.

24 September 2010

It's Going To Be Rough Shoving Your Gut Into One


In all likelihood, this will be my last blog post for a while--possibly until mid-October.

You see, I'm getting married.

Tomorrow marks one week to the day that me and my best friend will agree to drive each other crazy for the rest of our lives.

So between the prep, and the big day, and the honeymoon, yeah, I won't be back for a bit.

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After the tremendous success of my last post, I decided to go a similar route. And really, what better way to go out then with a bunch of delicious shit to read to tide you over until my triumphant return from Spain, armed with food porn-alicious shots of seafood?

Anyhow:

This is a piece called, "So You Wanna Be a Chef." It's by Anthony Bourdain, taken from his latest offering Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook. It's a fun piece that offers some serious advice to those considering culinary arts school, offered up in the usual Bourdain manner.

Next is a couple of pieces by Austin Seraphin, a blind Apple fan. This is from June, a post about his first week with his new iPhone, and this is from September, a post about his purchase of a new iMac. Both will put Apple products, and technology in general, in a whole new perspective for you. Fascinating reads, seriously.

This is a short, but mind-blowing piece about the REAL rules of Monopoly, or at least, one rule in particular. I am one of the many who hasn't been playing by/with this rule, like, ever, and could see how adapting it would change the game entirely.

I debated including this piece from New York Magazine about Machiavellian pizza-maker Anthony Mangieri for a couple of reasons--first, it's old, from July of '09. But it's such an intense read, I just couldn't resist. Also, after I read it, and went to look up when and where I could get some of his uber-authentic pizza, (CAUTION--DO NOT READ THE NEXT SENTENCE UNTIL AFTER YOU'VE READ THE ARTICLE) and saw that he'd followed-through on his threat/promise to close up shop and move to the West Coast, I was heartbroken. I didn't want the same to happen to you. But then I realized it almost makes me appreciate his efforts even more. It's rare that you see people stupidly sticking to their guns, even in the face of a bunch of truth and reality that you should do otherwise. Kudos, Mangieri. Kudos.

Hey, look--a negative review of Jonathan Franzen's "Freedom."

This oral history of the making of Goodfellas from GQ has been making the rounds on the internet for a few days now, but it's so good, I can't afford to not re-post it. God, I love that movie.

This week was Food Week at Gizmodo, which is way better than any of the other themed-weeks, including Shark. This is one of the many awesome pieces they posted, an explanation of how food cooks.

So it came out this week that Joaquin Phoenix's beard/rap career/retirement was all part of an elaborate film project, and I, for one, think it's awesome. I don't care how many people say now that they knew it was fake the whole time--you motherfuckers thought it was real and you know it. And the internet hate of it just goes to show how on-point the idea was in the first place. Anyway, here's Casey Affleck dishing on all the details to Roger Ebert, and here's Joaquin's recent interview with Letterman where he makes amends for the last one.

Using the two words "French" and "Laundry" in succession to any foodie sparks an immediate reaction. Thomas Keller's Yountville, California restaurant isn't just a restaurant--it's a food mecca, the closest thing we have in this country to a landmark culinary destination. Sophie Brickman was granted inside access to write a piece on working there and this is what she produced.

The NBA will be using a new type of jersey this year, made by Adidas, and Paul Lukas, uniform guru, has an inside look. The jerseys are cut slimmer than in the past, which means it's going to be rough shoving your gut into one, although the grounds for a grown man/woman to wear any jersey of any type while not actively engaged in the sport is shaky at best.

In what will probably be a weekly trend, here's another article on why Android's openness is not really that wonderful of a thing.

And here's a video for you--The Get Up Kids performing "I'll Catch You," the song that Danielle and I predicted almost a decade ago would be the first dance at our wedding:



In eights days we get to see our prediction come true.


More soon (ish),
JS

25 August 2010

The Burlington Coat Factory Islamic Cultural Center That Contains A Prayer Room


See? Not nearly as catchy as "The Ground Zero Mosque."

I've got a big post coming (a review of the delightful pie shop "Four & Twenty Blackbirds") but for now, here's a couple of things to check out on your lunch break:

This Op-Ed piece by Frank Rich is all you need to read if you're at all curious/looking for the final word about/regarding the above-mentioned Islamic Cultural Center that is set to be built on the sacred ground that is a former Burlington Coat Factory. I'm a (real) New Yorker, so people from "other places" using 9/11 for their political gain is nothing new to me, but it's particularly odious this time. Rich sets the record straight, I hope, but doubt, for the last time.

And there's this Flickr set by photographer Mike Adams. His subject?


Mike Tyson's abandoned Southington, Ohio mansion. Insanely interesting. Insanely creepy. Totally worth a look.


That's all for now.

JS

26 July 2010

The Health Inspector of our Buffet


Having known what I was going to post this morning since Friday, it was fitting that yesterday, WikiLeaks.org, an online whistle-blower site, posted thousands of classified military field reports about the war in Afghanistan.

We're at a point in history where, news-wise, we are no longer bound by time, channel, source, or slant. Those who flock to the extreme ends of either side of any debate believe they are the only ones in full-possession of "the truth," while the fact is that they are the most sheltered from reality.

What is true is that mainstream news sources are dying. They are too loyal to outdated models, too slow to change, too in-debt to networks and corporations.

The pundits can't be trusted as a source of news either--they're a source of opinion on the news, also tasked with turning a profit, selling ad time, and staying relevant, all eventually turning to Lady Gaga-esque techniques that sell the spectacle and not the substance.

The bloggers, the Wild Wild Internet, can't be trusted either. The same rules of fact and source aren't in place, and much like the pundits, the Internet offers us all the ability to run and hide behind whatever we'd like to believe, rather than what we're being forced to see.

So what's left?

The buffet line--the process of choosing a little news from here, a little news from there. There is no one fountain of news that we can go to and expect to receive the full picture, but by piecing together items from various sources, we can consider ourselves as up-to-speed as possible.

But we need to be responsible eaters. No one will force us to take a balanced meal. If we'd like, we can take only dessert, or only shrimp cocktail, or a disgusting mix of both, which for the most part, is what we're doing, and then blaming the power's that be when we develop diabetes and gout.

I recognize that I can't convince everyone to be responsible. What I'm more concerned with is that there is someone out there not focusing on reviving the old model, or selling their opinion, or occupying a niche. The health inspector of our buffet, if you will.

On Friday, ESPN's Bill Simmons posted a new column, a two-part mailbag. In the second part, someone asked:

Who is the funniest man alive right now? Personally I like Zach Galifianiakis -- he's the Kevin Durant of this category. We know he will be great, but he isn't quite there yet.

This led Bill to come up with an "MVP of Comedy" from 1975 and on. For 2004, he wrote:

2004: Dave Chappelle, Jon Stewart (tie)
Season 2 for Chappelle and a breakout year for Stewart (the 2004 election, his "Crossfire" appearance, the release of his book and his Peabody Award).

I'm only a recent Jon Stewart convert. During the period Simmons is referring to, I took politics too seriously to give someone like Stewart credit, never appreciating the fact that he insisted on pointing out the he shouldn't be taken seriously. I was happy to oblige.

Now that I've learned to temper my fiery political rage, I have a deep respect for Stewart, and not just his show. His leanings aside, he is fair, even-toned, intelligent, and the fact that this needs to be pointed out highlights where we are at the moment, news-wise.

So I clicked on the Simmons link and proceeded to sit and watch, amazed, as Jon Stewart, the health inspector of our buffet, spent 14 minutes eviscerating Paul Begala and Tucker Carlson:



The amount of quotable lines in there is mind-blowing. An amazing performance. An MVP performance, if you will. The Wikipedia page for Crossfire even links to a quote from CNN CEO Jonathan Klein saying that part of the reason Crossfire was canceled in 2005 was because of the Stewart appearance.

Jon Stewart may say that The Daily Show is a comedy show, on Comedy Central, and it is, but this isn't totally true. What The Daily Show does is point out the hypocrisy, and the ridiculousness, and sometimes, the flat-out lies told by the people delivering and/or covering the news, and the mostly unintentionally hilarious way that they tend to do it.

Which makes the choice of using comedy as the vehicle to point out these issues quite fitting, when you think about it.

So check out that video, and maybe even check out The Daily Show if you don't already. You'll laugh at the humor, and because of the truth, and maybe learn a few things in the process.

Most importantly, keep yourself in check while at the buffet.

Nobody's going to do it for you.


More soon,
JS

12 July 2010

The New Town Square: A Place for us Digital Citizens


Let's get this out of the way--I wrote this using my iPad.

Much like my Apple-centric mobile email signatures, (Sent from my iPhone, Sent from my iPad), my life is being tagged on a regular basis. I can send tweets from Twitter's official iPhone app, from Twitterific or HelTweetica on my iPad, from Echofon on my Mac, and from the increasingly mundane Twitter website while at work, as I die a slow death on the Dell they force on me. And you'll know where I sent them from (via Twitter for iPhone, via Twitterific, via Echofon, etc.) Also embedded in those tweets are my GPS coordinates, a feature that I've enabled twice and disabled once, and am leaning towards disabling again.

I am a Foursquare user. I check-in, or attempt to check-in, everywhere I go. I'm the "mayor" of three different locations and I've got a bunch of badges.

I tag myself, and others, in pictures--on Facebook, on Flickr, and on my MobileMe galleries.

So it actually makes sense that I'm tagging this post, too. It's the latest in literal, and figurative, technological tags. 21st century designer labels, if you will.

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Robert Putnam is a political scientist who did a study in Italy of the connection between strong civic traditions and community networks and the ability for the local government to function efficiently. The study was so successful that he decided to try something similar in the United States, to see if "the civic traditions and local social and political networks were growing weaker and if the social structure in the United States was consequently becoming more like the ineffective local government in Italy (87)."

Regarding Putnam's book, "Bowling Alone," is the following from "Sociology For A New Century":

Putnam has tried to measure the decline of interaction in the United States, explore its implications, and trace its causes. He has presented an impressive collection of evidence demonstrating that, since the 1960's, there have been dramatic declines in the membership of groups of all kinds (PTA, the Girl Scouts, labor unions, the Red Cross, the Lions Club, even bowling leagues) and in many forms of civic engagement (voting, attending political rallies, volunteering for community groups). He believes that the decline in civic involvement has had negative consequences for American culture, attitudes, and behavior patterns. As people in the United States have become more isolated and socially disconnected, they have become less trusting and more suspicious and cynical. As participation in civic and group life declines, society is losing its ability to solve problems, meet common needs, and deal effectively with crises.

Putnam's study uncovered some of the following evidence:

• Membership rosters in organizations as diverse as the Elks, the PTA, and the Red Cross show declines of 25% to 50% since the 1960s.
• Time budgets, in which all activities over a single day were recorded by ordinary Americans in 1965, 1975, and 1985, indicate that the time spent on informal socializing and visiting is down by as much as 25%. Furthermore, time devoted to clubs and organizations has declined by as much as 50% over the period.
• Participation in collective political events (attending a rally or a speech or working for a political party) is off between 33% to 56% since the 1960's.
• National public opinion surveys show a drop of about 25% in membership in all sorts of groups, ranging from sports clubs to labor unions, since 1974. Church attendance is also down, perhaps by as much as 30%, since the 1960s.
• National surveys also show that the extent to which people say that other people can be trusted has dropped by roughly 33% since 1972 (93).

Basically, America is becoming isolated, withdrawn, and paranoid, at least that's what the data (admittedly now almost 20-year-old data) seems to indicate.

So how does this relate to the notion of "Sent from my iPad?"

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I was having a conversation recently with a friend (the "how" will come into play later) about the iPad. When asked how I liked it so far, I gave my standard initial reply--that it's an amazing first step towards being the game changer that I think it will eventually be, but certainly not perfect. The friend, L, a female, said that she had recently been debating the iPad with someone. The crux of her argument was that multi-tasking (in the sense of having a device that puts everything in front of you, makes everything so accessible) is destroying society.

It's funny--for a generation raised on/with technology, we've got a surprising number of Luddites in the bunch--people who don't see the appeal or benefit of apps, people who don't know how to sort data on an Excel spreadsheet, people who don't know the difference between POP e-mail and IMAP. For me, we've reached a point where that type of knowledge isn't indicative of technological geekiness; it's part of a skill set required to stand out in the job market.

L went on to ask, "As a writer and a lover of books and the written word, how do you feel about the electronic medium for reading books?" I told her that I was hopeful, but hesitant and that I enjoyed my initial iBooks experience, even more than I had when using a Kindle or a Nook. And that technologically speaking, the iPad fulfilled my request that it improve the previous method, since I could now read in the dark, something the Kindle or Nook can't achieve. More specifically, I said, "I can't read a "real" book in the dark."

L replied, "Pretty soon the word book will have quotations around it," and this is where I have to divulge that we were having this conversation via Gchat, Gmail's built-in chat client. So really, L's response looked like this:

L: omg...pretty soon the word book will have "" around it.. :(

And that's where I began to develop what would become the foundation of this piece.

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me: well, no i mean, that's my point--what makes something "real"

When I sent this to L, what I was getting at is: how do we define what makes a book, a book. Is it the pages and the ink and the binding? Or is it the content, the author, the way a tangible grouping of words has the ability to transport and teach? Perspective also dominates the viewpoint. Those who support a woman's right to choose an abortion call themselves Pro-Choice and those who oppose them Anti-Choice. Those who support banning abortion, or at the very least, making it a difficult option to choose, refer to themselves as Pro-Life and those who oppose them Anti-Life. The politics, in this instance, don't really matter. It's the semantics I'm interested in, the fight to understand adaptation. Is it the practice that changes, or just the definition? This would also become a question posed to Robert Putnam.

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While his study seemed to show some alarming trends, some wondered if Putnam's data really backed-up his claims:

• Some criticized how Putnam defined community groups. The YMCA was considered a community group, but private, for-profit gyms were not.
• Some have pointed out that his measurement of civic engagement was limited to only well-established, traditional groups like the PTA or the Lions Club (case-in-point: I’m twenty-five and have no clue what the Lions Club is). Newer groups like neighborhood crime watch programs or Habitat For Humanity and temporary grassroots programs were not considered.
• Another research effort by Robert Wuthnow in 1994 showed that people are still joining groups, but they tend to be small and informal, making them hard to track. He found that about 40% of people belong to some type of support group, most being religion-themed (Bible study) but a large number are self-help groups that deal with addiction and special interest groups like book and music clubs.
• Everett Ladd argues that while the PTA has seen a drop in involvement, it can be accounted for by the development of new groups with similar goals, like Parent Activity Clubs and Parent Councils.

Then there was a survey done by Witte and Howard in 1999, which looked at the rise of groups in cyberspace. The terminology used indicates just how dated this information is (this is before Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, Foursquare, Yelp, Gowalla, etc.), but what is important is this:

(The) findings suggest that cyberspace is not populated by asocial, alienated isolates but rather by "digital citizens" who are finding new ways of forging community and connecting with others.

11 years later, and I think it might be time to revisit this notion.

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me: that's the other thing too, and i feel like you can appreciate this train of thought--


i love the debate that the iPad has set off


i can't remember the last time technology garnered such public-wide debate


maybe when the prius was initally introduced




L: i LOVE IT!!! haha... i love a spirited debate with two strong sides.


yeah.


the alternative fuel cars was a big debate for a while.




me: and that's what's ironic to me--some people becry technology for eliminating the "town square" aspect of society


but I think it's quite the opposite




L: please elaborate


because im on that side of the fence




me: the townsquare is very much alive--it's just adapted


 L did not receive your chat.




L: sorry i got kicked off




me: s'ok--yeah, to me the townsquare is very much alive--it's just adapted to the 21st century


it goes back to the "real" argument--the townsquare is only evaporating if you refuse to update the definition of the townsqaure


it used to be when you talked to someone on AOL, you said you im'ed them


and then the AIM program became more popular and you said you talked to them on aim, and at the same type, skype started to show up


and all of these different online messaging programs


jabber, msn, chat rooms


now twitter and facebook chat and gchat


and you already start to see, i'm one of the converts--i just call it talking now


because this is how I talk to people--and frankly, it allows me to talk to more people more frequently, people who don't live near me or in the same time zone




L: excellent point




me: my townsquare exists over thousands of miles at any time of the day--with both friends and strangers


(this is turning into a blog post--thanks, L!)

I was going to sum this exchange up, edit it a bit, present it in a more "literate" form, but as this piece progressed, it become clear that I needed to include the source material, warts and all, because integration and acceptance is the key to what I'm describing above.

They naysayers may point out the grammatical mistakes, the misspellings, and the Internet lingo. But I would point out that in many ways, "e-talking" has taken many strides towards forming not only a vernacular, but a set of manners and customs:

• I use "--" and L uses "..." to indicate a dramatic pause, or that more is coming, understanding that what we've just sent might need a second to process.
• When I get the message that L did not receive my chat, she comes back a minute later and apologizes for it. She understands that I've got no way of knowing why she left abruptly, and follows standard "e-mores" to insure that I'm not offended.
• My response to her apology? "S'ok." Not only do I acknowledge her apology in a normal, understated way (God bless you/Thank you), I also do it in specific shorthand to make it sound more personable and--real.

That word again. We are obsessed with the notion of origin: real, organic, American-made. But what if the only thing that's real is change? What if, in our constant attempts to control the present, we only serve to lose sight of the effect we can have on the future? Rather than bemoan the passing of the written letter, or the telegraph, or the wired landline telephone, or the cordless landline phone, or the cellular phone, or email, or text messages, or Facebook messages, or tweets, why not plant yourself firmly in the now, and embrace the advancements that have given us a variety of ways to communicate with one another, and by doing so, help to become part of whatever comes next?

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If you see Robert Putnam, tell him that we only communicate less if we refuse to update how we define communicate.

Tell him that our town square is shrinking only if we refuse to acknowledge how much its grown.

Our email addresses, our Twitter names, our Facebook profiles, our Playstation Network avatars, they're all just parts of our persona as digital citizens. No one part is greater than the sum. They are all pieces that fit together to form who we are, singularly and as a society, same as it's ever been. And if we're healthy, then they are changing and evolving on a daily basis.

Robert Putnam may have come to the conclusion that our group memberships and our our civic engagement was declining as our reliance on technology strengthened, but I'm not sure I agree with that. Just as I don't believe that ebooks will ever fully replace printed paper books, I don't think that Wii Bowling on the same Wi-Fi network will ever completely replace going to your local lane.

As digital citizens, we have the option.

And sometimes we'll choose one, and sometimes we'll choose the other--precisely the type of freedom technology is supposed to provide us with.

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I wrote this on my iPad (typed it, actually, but, oh, shit--you get my point). Used Apple's Pages app, fanboy that I am.

But by the time I was done, I realized that I needed to edit the way I always edit--by printing the damn thing out and marking it up with a pen, picture-in-picture style evidence of what I set out to prove.

:)


More soon.

JS

29 March 2010

Chocolate, Burnt Sugar, and Ground Chuck


Danielle said it best:

"On a foodie adventure!"

That was her Facebook status update at 10:42am this Saturday. And we needed a foodie adventure. Needed to release those pent-up urges for salty, sweet, and fat. Urges left untamed after yet another week of eating right, working out, and slimming down.

And for some time, we'd had a couple of destinations in mind. Granted, these weren't places that employed fussy plating techniques, or ingredients more suited for laboratory work. We wanted to see the modern masters of the ordinary at work. People who spend their days doing the simplest of things--doughnuts and hamburgers--at the very highest of levels.

So we got in the car--me, Danielle, and my brother, Mike--and we went to Doughnut Plant and Shake Shack.*

(As always, click the photos for higher-resolution goodness)

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If you blink, you'll miss it.

And that's funny, considering this is a doughnut shop that has been written about in Saveur, Vogue, and Bon Appetit, and has their product sold in Bloomingdales, Dean & Deluca, and Balducci's.

Mark Isreal's Doughnut Plant is located at 379 Grand Street between Essex and Norfolk. His creations fall into two categories: yeast doughnuts, which are lighter and bigger, and cake doughnuts, which are smaller, but denser. The flavors/glazes/fillings change seasonally.

They. Are all. Amazing.

For our visit, the following were available:



We decided to sample both the yeast and caked varieties.

Which turned into *cough* five of the eight options, actually.


The Blackout doughnut. Chocolate cake, chocolate filling, and chocolate crumbs on top. I'm not even a chocolate-lover, and I thought the Blackout was terrific. I was amazed to find that this was a filled doughnut,** a sentiment that, as you will see, will repeat itself over and over.



It shouldn't come as a surprise that I took--11--pictures of the Creme Brulee doughnut. This was both Danielle and Mike's favorite. Danielle called it, "One of the best things I've ever put in my mouth." It's such a ridiculously smart idea, too. A crunchy burnt sugar layer on the outside, sweet, light yeast cake, which gives way to a cream interior that is, obviously, very reminiscent of a creme brulee. Doughnut Plant's Creme Brulee doughnuts are small, and pricey, and worth every penny. There's nowhere else on the planet where you could get something like this.


The Tres Leches doughnut was my favorite. One of the denser cake doughnuts, it was covered in a milk glaze and the interior was a perfect interpretation of, yup, you guessed it--traditional Tres Leches cake. Again, a filled doughnut. With a hole in the middle. Don't ask me how it happens. Just be glad that it does.


We had to try the "traditional" yeast-leavened, glazed doughnut, which is far from traditional at Doughnut Plant. It's got much more of a vanilla presence, and the glaze is drippingly fresh. Once it's in your mouth, it seems to be a closer relative to cotton candy. A corporate glazed doughnut will never be good enough again.


The Peanut Butter Glaze/Blackberry Jelly doughnut is a fun play on the classic PB&J. And by "fun play," I mean, "You don't know if you should eat it or shove it down your pants." The square doughnut is yet another of Doughnut Plant's gang signs and I hope that I see it everywhere soon. And if my mind wasn't blown already, yes, this too was filled all the way through.

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Simply put, Doughnut Plant is where you should go if you want to eat the best doughnuts you've ever tasted. And the fact that their offerings vary based on the season means that I will always have an excuse.

Make sure to check out the full gallery of everything I shot while visiting Doughnut Plant:

Doughnut Plant (3/27/10)

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Since we had such a light breakfast, we figured we should procure something more substantial for lunch.

Now, I'd heard of Shake Shack many times before. And frankly, I was never too interested. I've had some good burgers. To be totally honest, I'd rather make my own. But once I read this recent post by the NYC Food Guy, and saw the Shack Stack for the first time, I knew I had to have it.

For those who don't know, Shake Shack has been around since 2004. There are currently two locations in Manhattan (Madison Square Park and Columbus Ave & 77th St.), although two more are coming, and there's a Shake Shack concession at Citi Field. The line is long, the line is long, and did I mention that the line is long? But the wait is worth it.

Don't believe me?

*Cue up the burger porn music*


At least if you're waiting on such a long line, you're in a nice park, right?***


I kind of ignored the menu. We knew what we came to get. I debated getting a "Shack-cago Dog" as well, but I didn't feel like splitting my pants on the ride home. It was unseasonably cool on Saturday too, so for most of the wait on the line, getting any of their frozen custard seemed unlikely. Emphasis on "most."


The order. Taking this photo prompted this classic exchange:

Mike: You're taking a picture of the receipt?
Me: Yeah (while trying to shoot and hold the receipt just right).
Mike: Uh, why?
Me: It's all part of the experience, man.
Mike: *shuffles over a couple of steps, hoping people won't realize we're related.*


The food. We had to eat in the car because our meter ran out by the time we got the bags. Yes, we waited on line for an hour for hamburgers. Yes, I'm okay with that. You looked at the picture, right?


I almost didn't get fries, but I'm glad I did. There was something--how do I put this--really fucking good about them. Crispy and fresh, obviously, but they were seasoned with something beyond salt, I swear.


Mike got a single cheeseburger with lettuce and tomato. What I like so much about it is that it just looks the way a cheeseburger is supposed to look. There's something to be said about food that just looks--right.


What we came all this way for--the Shack Stack. A cheeseburger with a 'shroom burger on top, which is a "crisp-fried portobello filled with melted muenster and cheddar cheese." Yes, it was delicious. Cream-your-jeans delicious. Perfectly cooked burger, good fresh toppings, and a supportive, slightly toasted, but not overbearing, bun. Let's get one more look at it:


And finally--dessert? Why not?


It probably seems pretty funny that we went to Shake Shack and didn't get a shake. Like I said, it was freezing. Like, 40's-when-you're-expecting-55-or-60 freezing. But something funny happened when we got to the front of the line. We caught sight--more like I caught sight--of the March "Custard Calendar." And that's when I saw that Saturday's cutard was "Chocolate Peanut Butter Pretzel." And that's when I decided to get a cup.

Because, you know, it's not like we'd eaten most of the menu at Doughnut Plant three hours beforehand.

To be fair, the custard was good, but not great.

I mean, we licked the cup clean.

But on a day when we had truly great food, the custard took a back seat.

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Let's review:

Is Shake Shack as good as the hype? Yes.

Is it worth the wait in line? Yes.

Should every burger sold in the United States come with a cheese-stuffed deep-fried mushroom on top? Without a motherfucking doubt.

Be sure to check out the full gallery of all of my Shake Shack shots:

Shake Shack (3/27/10)

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When you're a foodie,**** it's easy to get caught up in the high-end, the delicate, the expensive. But there's something great about simple foods executed at the highest level.

It is my contention that basic flavors like chocolate, burnt sugar, and ground chuck deserve to be celebrated.

And Doughnut Plant and Shake Shack are two examples of establishments that agree.

So go out and have some foodie adventures of your own. Keep an eye out for what you might ordinarily look past.

Do yourself a favor, though.

Save room for a Tres Leches doughnut from Doughtnut Plant.


More soon.

JS

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Footnotes
*I just want to make one thing clear. In no way am I presenting this review/post/pictorial as evidence that I "discovered" Doughnut Plant or Shake Shack. I am well aware that hordes of people have been flocking to both establishments long before I planted my ass down, ate some food, and snapped some pictures. Okay, now I feel better.
**I looked into this online and I found nothing, except one article that said the doughnuts are "injected," which means nothing to me. I just don't get how you fill a doughnut that has a hole in the middle. This will keep me up tonight, I promise.
***If that doesn't do it for you, the air is thick with the scent of charred ground chuck, which coincidentally, is in Yankee Candle's new summer scent line of candles.
****To be honest, I don't consider myself a foodie. Just a guy who gets off on good food. And takes high-resolution pictures of his food. In public.