interesting questions

i'm going to try to compile a list of interesting questions one could ask another.  they're not universally interesting....  their relevance depends on who ur asking and what you think is interesting at the time.  anyway here goes:

1)  where were you when MLK got shot?

- of course you need to ask this to an old person.  it's a cool question on several levels... for one, it gets the person to start answering in a narrative, and it's always cool to hear old people tell stories about their lives.  secondly, it gives u some insight as to that person's values and experiences as they pertain to race in america.  thirdly it's an awesome way to remember the legacy of one of the greatest americans of all time.  

2)  have u ever got hit on?

- i just asked a friend this and she gave me a pretty cool story.  she was at the library and asked a guy to watch her stuff while she went to the bathroom.  when she got back (she must have been taking a dump), her stuff was gone, so she went to the front desk to inquire.  lo and behold, her stuff was waiting there for her, because the guy had to leave and wanted to make sure her laptop and books were looked after.  relieved, she opened her laptop and inside was a poem for her and the guy's number.  A for effort and creativity.... but ultimately he failed.  

3)  how long does it take you to get dressed in the morning?

- ask this to a girl and watch her spout half-truths... "oh, usually not that long but i mean, sometimes it takes me a little while, but that depends on blahbalhblahbalh."  it takes me two minutes to get dressed...  but i wear the same thing every day.

4)  do you like california?

-  if the person says "yes", the conversation will get boring really quickly.  but if the person says "no", then it's clearly because of californians.... cuz everything else about california is verifiably awesome.  then, you will know this person is awesome.

- another question you can ask is, "have you ever lived outside of california?  how did you like it?"  it kind of gets to the same thing.

5) how can they make women's basketball more fun to watch?

- if you've ever seen a women's basketball game on ESPN or something, you'll think you're watching high schoolers.  no knock on women, but they just don't move as fluidly as NBA players, and the game isn't as beautiful to watch.  this question walks the fine line between sexism and utilitarianism, since suggestions for improving the entertainment value of women's basketball usually presuppose some physical advantage men have over women.  i had this conversation with an ex-femenist today, and after i suggested they lower the rim to allow women to dunk, she said, "i'm getting really pissed off at you right now."  yikes!

6) do you think white people could ever understand barack obama's speech on race?

- if the answer is anything but "no", what you'll get is an uninformed, defensive attempt to downplay the impact that race has on our lives as individuals and in society.  if the answer is an emphatic "no", what you've got is someone who's been humbled by the impact race has on him or her and how it invariably defines people in ways too deep for us to realize explicitly most of the time.  

- the trick to this is it applies to white people as well.  if they answer "no", then either they're just honest and self aware, which is great.  or, they understand their place in american society as people who may never understand, but can always try to, which is cooler.  

7) what's worse - a self-righteous liberal, or an intolerant conservative?

- this question is awesome, but if you live on a college campus you're probably going to get a defensive answer.  i think you need to ask someone who you can't describe as a self-righteous liberal or an intolerant conservative.... so self-righteous conservatives and intolerant liberals are fair game.  my answer to this is that a self-righteous liberal is worse, even though in the end i probably agree with his/her views.  i'd much rather hang out with an intolerant conservative and just bear with his or her political or social stance.  (self righteous conservatives drive me crazy though...  think ann coulter)

8) do you like the rain?

- most people will answer "yes" because rain is romantic, but the next time it's raining, find that person and ask them again if they like being soggy and wet.  ask them if it's cool that they can't go outside without an umbrella and galoshes.  i guess rain is cool if you're a farmer and you need it for your crops, of you're in a desert and you're dying of thirst.  otherwise, rain sucks.

ok that's all i got for now.  any thoughts?  interesting questions? 

the worst songs to listen to when you're trying to concentrate

1) Lil Wayne - Workin Em

This is probably the most offensive song in my music library... too bad it's really catchy.  It's nearly impossible to do homework, read a book or do my prayers while listening to it.  

2) The Magnetic Fields - fido your leash is too long

most of my tunes are mellow and depressing, so when this kiddy-sounding song comes on, it always knocks me off course.  i either have to stop what i'm doing and endure the whole thing, or go through my songs and find something else to help me forget the stupid stupid intro.

3) justice - stress

"stress" was probably created to prevent people from enjoying their music.  it's sole purpose is to ask yourself why you have this song in your library, and get frustrated at the fact that you haven't deleted it yet.  but aside from those things, it's a decent song.  

americana for the people

1) fleet foxes - ragged wood
2) iron and wine + calexico - prison on route 41
3) teddy thompson - down low
4) gillian welch - red clay halo
5) red house painters - another song for a blue guitar
6) bonnie "prince" billy - lay and love
7) wilco - forget the flowers
8) teddy thompson - walking the floor over you
9) neko case - i missed the point
10) sufjan stevens - romulus
11) sun kil moon - salvador sanchez (acoustic)
12) damien jurado - i am the mountain
13) califone - wingbone
14) gillian welch - i dream a highway

taking requests.

rock star painters

someone's youtube rendition of red house painters' "have you forgotten".  the video's interesting but the song is good quality, which is why i'm posting it.  
Anyway, I was eating Wendy's in my car today while listening to this song, and I wondered why the heck they were called Red House Painters.  I figured it's because some musicians consider themselves musical artists, and if so, these guys would be red house painters....  meaning cheap ass house painters.  listening to this song, i'm pretty sure i'd hire these guys to paint my house.  they seem like good old american folks.

A side thought I had was, which americana artist would i feel most confident in their handiwork skills.  personally, i'd go with my man will oldham, as pictured.  he just looks like he came out of the ground, so he'll have no problem getting down and dirty in any household problem.  he'd have a ball cleaning the pool and fixing mili, our automatic pool cleaner that's always broken.  he'd hold down our outdoor furniture during torrential storms so they don't blow away, as they do now.  

what is americana...  americana is music rooted and grown in blue-collar soil, beaten by rain and baked under the sun.  it's pruned of insincerity yet it's harvested in bulk, in prolific harvests of song after song from some head or heart.  it's like wheat, a crop so uninteresting yet a staple in our everyday diet.  we all consume it whenever we hear a story, or when someone strums her guitar.  the presence of the sound is like the beginning of a story, and it's heard, and it fades away and then ends.  and then another strum, another song, another bushel of wheat.  and it's all happening amidst pop music, indie rock, electronica and hip hop.  americana is so obvious that it's hidden.  we all recognize a folk song within a few seconds, but it's a partitioned activity, shelved for an open-mic or cafe experience. so for those who are working the farms, tilling the fields, they're doing so with john cage-like freedom.  that it's ingestible is the surprise.
i've noticed here in california that people, especially the privileged, are really individualistic.  they rarely ask others' opinions on anything, but expect everyone to hear their own.  they champion social and environmental issues, but they don't particularly care about their neighbor.  every week, my classmates and i ask what we did the past weekend.  it's probably the most boring conversation i have that week.  i don't know why we even care to ask... and i'm not passing judgment or complaining.  i'm just noticing these stark differences between conversations here and anywhere else i lived.  and anywhere else, the utility of the conversation is in the interaction, not the information.  here, individualism is so cherished that they'd rather err on the side of indifference rather than a true acceptance of others' opinions and beliefs.... so they don't even ask about them. 
but the not so privileged, from my experience, are not bereft of hardship.  which means they're not left to find the next social cause to rally behind or to search for the next nature-y activity.  sure, they give a shit about the environment, but they lack the guarded pretense and isolationism that not-so-subtly hides behind (and um... defines) the liberal, educated, "laid-back" californian.  for me, talking to the tow truck driver was the highlight of my day.  he actually asked me if i golfed before he went off about his golfing exploits.  he wasn't embarrassed to say he broke three clubs in one frustrating day on the course... but he wasn't showing off either.  he was just him, and that quality is hidden from me when i go to class and hang out with students and professors.
this all makes sense in my head, so bear with me.  when i listen to americana, the part in me that longs to hear a meaningful story begins to resonate, and it shakes off the pretense of having to laugh at people who aren't funny or my tiresome nodding listening to some guy's weekend expedition.  the voice, the guitar, it's the opposite of indifference and falsity.  it's elemental, it's a story.  when i listen to will oldham, i hear a real person singing.  his voice breaks and cracks as if you asked your friend to sing you a song unrehearsed.  he sounds like the soil, battered by the wind and the sun.  when i listen to califone, i hear real instruments and real guitars, rattling, vibrating the air.  the air!  when do we ever consider the air through which sound travels, except when we can feel its space through the sparseness of sounds.  
the ground, the air, the elements that speak through folk songs, they level people.  it's like living in cleveland, where we all deal with the same 5 month winter.  that common experience levels the high and mighty, so hills and valleys are not so disparate.  in california, on a university campus where recycling is more important than listening, we are leveled by a common experience that americana brings.  we can hear hopeless winters in folk music.  we share the stories and experiences of a common struggle when we listen to each fading song, or strum or lyric.  

home alone

most of my posts are either about solitude or how i've befriended stuffed animals/tv show characters, or all of the above. this one is no different. i've been home alone for about a week since my parents went to hawaii. i spent all of last weekend sitting on the couch, pigging out on food and grading papers. i guess i could be doing that even with my parents at home, but it's a different level of sloth when ur half-naked and by yourself.

a more detailed recap of my weekend is as follows:

harry potter. they were playing the first 3 potters on consecutive nights, and i happen to catch all of them. (what's more pathetic is that on the second and third nights, they played the previous nights' movie(s), so by the third night i watched all 3 potters in a row). anyway, i've said this before and i'll say it again.... the third installment, the prisoner of azkaban, is by far the best harry potter movie to date. i think the first two were too expansive in plot whereas the third one was relatively simple. also, the tone is more mature and there are actual scary moments. the only bad thing about the prisoner of azkaban is that every time harry faints, the screen goes black, and that happens about 20 times in the movie. also, harry is frequently offered chocolate by professor lupin whenever he wakes up from a fainting spell (no pun intended) with no real explanation other than, "it really helps." why does it help???

bourne identity/ultimatum - i rented the bourne ultimatum on itunes and watched it one night. it was totally hyped by everyone who said it was the best bourne movie and really entertaining and all that. yeah it was okay but after i rewatched the bourne identity on tnt this weekend, i really think that's the superior movie. i know i know, bold statement, but by the third installment we already know bourne is going to kick major azz, whereas in the first movie, we don't really know what he's capable of and we're figuring it out as he does. granted, the movie falls flat after about an hour in, but that first hour sure is cool.

the cavs - they are awesome, and i can't wait to get danny gibson back to shoot them threes. there was one particular moment of awkwardness/hilarity during the bulls/cavs game after wally z hit a clutch 3 pointer. he hits the shot, then runs down court screaming in glee for the whole length of the floor. i mean, i understand an emphatic howl or something, but he just looked a little kid running to give a gift to his dad (minus the kid tripping and falling and breaking the gift.... that was the saddest moment of my life).

van helsing vs underworld vs blade - tnt had some kind of vampire movie marathon this weekend and i happened to catch all three of their highlighted movies... multiple times. i'd say i enjoyed all three equally, so it was great being able to switch from van helsing on TNTHD to underworld on regular TNT and then to blade on TNTHD after van helsing ended, back to blade 2 on regular TNT. watching two vampire movies concurrently is a great and easy way to pass 6 hours of what otherwise could have been a productive day.

i don't really remember the other shows i watched, but those will do for now. next weekend ought to be a little more eventful.... i told my friends at davis that i can afford an expensive trip to colorado for a weekend cuz i don't spend any money sitting at home every other weekend. man.... this post is really sad. oh well!

bagpipez

i've got bagpipes on the mind. no, not jeff bagwell aka jeff bagpipes. i'm talking about scottish bagpipes, particularly a set played by a little girl outside my house on nice afternoons. every once in a while i'll hear the high-pitched whine of scottish melodies in my house... and lo and behold, it'll be the same little girl in the park, standing in her scottish gear playin those pipes. at first it was a true wtf moment but i guess i'm used to it.

i notice these peculiarities about my development because, on weekends, i rarely leave the house. that's pretty amazing since there's not much to do here, but i occupy myself with tv, the wire, lost and eating. and because i am eating, i feel like i'm doing something productive (that is, getting bigger). unfortunately [getting bigger] = .1[eating]^.1. actually it's more like [g]=.1[eating]^.1[working out]^.4[somehow slowing down my metabolism]^.5. cobb douglas ftw.

econ is lame. but what if i stay here an extra year, doing econ-related things? it is a possibility. i read on my friend's blog about this mit study about how having too many options keeps us from choosing the best option or something like that. that's subtly very intuitive if you think about it in terms of cost-benefit. if you choose a really good option, you could be missing out on all those other things you could be doing, and you're actually worse off than the guy who only has two options and chooses the better one... cuz his opportunity cost was lower.

ok that is all for now. i'm going to venture out to a cool cafe... one where everyone stares at you when u walk in, silently judging you. i'll fit right in.

better things

i've been pretty negative lately, but today got me thinking. it's time for me to start focusing on the positives because, really life isn't all that bad. for instance, take the pictures i posted a few weeks ago, the ones of the beautiful california sky. well, it turns out the sky is like that every night. and every day this week has been 60 degrees and sunny. really there's no room for complaint when you're walking around in flip flops and short sleeves under a bright sunny sun. i mean, isn't nature the grandest of all wonders and most beautiful of beauties? i get to enjoy as much of it as i want, and that's a great thing. my smiling carrot friend thinks so.

speaking of sun, i eat sunnyside up eggs at least once a week. other days i eat over-medium or scrambled eggs or omelets. sometimes i just go with a banana and nature's valley peanut bar. or a toasted bagel with peanut butter. and everything with a tall glass of fattening milk. the point being here is that breakfast is awesome, and living at home is great because the fridge is always stocked with fresh ingredients. nevermind that i buy all the ingredients and i could have eaten breakfast in college if i woke up earlier, but at least the kitchen is really clean.

i bought a scale the other day. my dad saw it and, after a look of astonishment, asked why i had to get such a sexy one. but other than being sexy, it measures my weight, which i record in an excel sheet that i've simply labeled "Regimen". i've been noticing an upward trend as of a few days ago. lately i've been battling some 'rhea so there was a slight decline... but over a few months it'll be a fine little data set. maybe i can write a thesis on it.