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|Friday, August 16th, 2013|
|Ode to Mamoun's Awful Falafel
worse than fried baboons
I'd rather chew harpoons
than go to Mamoun's
like warm cardboard
but, if it's all you can afford*
but me, I'm like, oy,
this really sucks
even for three bucks
it's desert-sand bland
I'd rather eat my hand
(*A low blow, I know -- I like bargains too,
but Mamoun's? Ewwwww.)
|Monday, September 10th, 2012|
|Happy birthday, dirtbag
Happy birthday, dirtbag
Happy birthday, dirtbag
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Happy birthday, dirtbag
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|Friday, August 5th, 2011|
|Ming Chan Dong Restaurant, Flushing, Queens, NY
Ming Chan Dong, a Korean-Chinese restaurant in Flushing, Queens, has some outstanding food. Unfortunately, a Mandarin or Korean speaker is required. I'm glad I knew that in advance, so I brought a friend who speaks Mandarin. AND, our Mandarin speaker had to convince the staff to let us non-Asians in! They didn't want to serve us because they thought we'd hate the food! Wow.
And the food (at least what WE ate) turned out to be much more accessible than a lot of other things I've eaten. We're not talking sea cucumbers or stinky tofu here.
I LOVED the kimchi buns. Yes, that's right. Buns filled with kimchi. At $1, they're a steal. And the pork in black bean sauce, served with tofu skins to wrap it in, was also outstanding. Some of the others in the group didn't like the heavy thickness of the tofu skins though. Our Mandarin speaker asked the staff for recommendations and they said the baby squid was good. And it was. It was outstanding, actually. They also recommended a cucumber dish with clear noodles which was excellent. These two dishes reminded me a bit of things we ate at Northern Dumpling House, just up Northern Blvd.
Also we got eggplant with garlic, which was burning hot, temperature-wise. Like molten-lava hot. Once it finally cooled down, seemingly like 15 minutes later, it was very good. The consistency became better and different when it cooled down, I think. Not only was it a bit painful before it completely cooled down (even though I waited maybe 3-5 minutes before trying it), but I didn't like the consistency at first, either.
They also brought us a lamb dish. I'm pretty sure this was their version of lamb with cumin. I tasted some cumin in there. It was excellent and complex and spicy. I liked it better than Northern Dumpling House's version.
There was one other dish which was noodle-y and had chicken and was hard to describe but I liked it a lot. It's on the lower-left side of the first photo. Hmm, I think that's everything.
We were almost tempted to lick our plates clean.
We were hoping for deep fried taro or sweet potato but they claimed not to have any dessert available.
I got a sweet bean bun and a kimchi bun to go. $2 for those two! What a deal. The sweet bean bun is a bit too beany and not sweet enough for my tastes, but it's clearly authentic.
So far, I liked this place a LOT more than Golden Palace or M&T. (But I may not have gotten the right things at M&T -- I've only been once.)
Thanks to my friend Joy for translating, for convincing them to serve us, and for taking the photos! Delete Delete Delete Delete Delete
|Sunday, July 24th, 2011|
Oddly enough, the UK TV series Misfits is only available in the U.S. at Hulu
and has not appeared yet on any cable network. Based on the first two episodes, it's intriguing, but I wonder whether or not it's headed anywhere, or if it will just eat its own tail. It's like a cross between Skins and the 4400, or maybe (more insultingly) Skins and Heroes, but better than such a comparison might suggest. The main characters are British teens doing community service for various misdemeanors. The debut episode dodges explaining how they get mysterious superpowers: A mysterious and unnatural-looking micro-storm rolls in out of nowhere and they get zapped by weird lightning in an unrealistic but visually-striking bit of special effects. We are left to assume that the storyline will eventually return to this and they'll unravel where the storm came from and how they got their powers. If it doesn't, I won't be happy -- assuming I keep watching. I'm on the fence. The second episode centers around the most annoying character, but also features a raunchy and memorable sex scene. Hmmmmmmmmmm.
|Monday, June 27th, 2011|
|TV: TNT's Falling Skies
Hello! What's this on TNT? It's an alien invasion show! How very 1980s! (It reminds me a bit of the syndicated War of the Worlds TV show.) Perhaps because of the nostalgia value, I kind of dig these early episodes. The characters are a bit bland and there's too much focus on the dumb kids and their relationship to their father, because it's produced by Steven Spielberg, who has a fetish for father-son stories. But Noah Wyle and Moon Bloodgood are charismatic and competent. I like Bloodgood better here than in any other role so far.
It's competent and watchable if a bit bland.
I'm always amazed that every single sci-fi TV show in existence, and most movies, inspire cavalcades of comments on the Internet about how bad the special effects are. What do you want, $200 million effects like in Michael Bay's shitty Transformers movies, which look fabulous, except that Bay is too coked-up to hold the camera steady (or is still suffering post-cocaine addiction tremors or something) and can't even block an action scene properly? The viewers have no idea who's fighting and who's getting blown up at any given time. I'd rather have this.
I think Falling Skies has pretty impressive productive values and effects for a cable show. The aliens look very real, and very creepy.Edited to add: Ugh, I was being ridiculously optimistic about this show. It's terrible. TERRIBLE. The goddamn kids are SO ANNOYING. The dialogue is SO REPETITIVE. The show just can't get its crap together. The writers flail and occasionally spit out a decent episode and then flail some more. Wyle seemed embarrassed about it in a recent interview with one of those free newspapers.
|Sunday, January 31st, 2010|
|Terrifying Christian Comics in the Subway!
Holy heck, I didn't know that crazy Christians were still handing out Chick Tracts! How old-fashioned! Today at the 74th St.-Jackson Heights subway station in Queens, young dudes were handing these out by the bucketful. Take a look
. Nightmarish! These are old-school
methods of converting you to Christianity: scare the living shit
out of you so that you'll give yourself over to Jesus! As WFMU's Beware of the Blog
puts it, "...if you get religion, you can order them and start spreading the homophobic
|Saturday, January 30th, 2010|
|Thailand, August 4, 2007
Arrived in Pitsanulok (official mis-transliteration Phitsanulok) yesterday on the train. Staying at a cheap joint called the London Hotel -- 150 baht (about $4.50). Small rooms, no A/C, but a big powerful ceiling fan and two big windows, and a firm mattress (perhaps too firm, as with many of these places). Shared bathrooms/showers, but there are three of them for only about nine rooms, so that's good, and the water is usually warm, if not hot. Asian-style toilets, though.
Saw some great wats (temples) today, including one called Wat Pra Si (or mistransliterated Wat Phra Sri; and the full name is longer, and also known as Wat Yai), which was mobbed with Thai tourists since it's Saturday. I didn't see a single other honkie there. Pretty amazing sights.
Also lots of vendors there. Finally found a couple of rayon shirts. [I thought it would be easier to find non-cotton clothing in Thailand. Cotton is bad for backpackers, and for humid environments, because it doesn't dry quickly. But then I discovered that they grow a lot of cotton in Thailand, so tons of their clothing is made of cotton.] Spent more on one of them than on a night at the hotel.
Then got a haircut for 120 baht ($3.60 or so). That included a wash afterwards, with a scalp massage, and then blow-dry and brushing (didn't realize I'd get all that -- could've gone to a 40 baht barber probably, but I wanted something with A/C). But then the temperature shot up to perhaps the highest I've experienced here (or so it seemed), and I had to take a breather back in the hotel room.
Unfortunately, the Lonely Planet guidebook [2003 edition] has some incorrect info on Pitsanulok. For one thing, Internet cafes are in short supply around here, unlike what the book suggests, and they're not in the general areas mentioned by the book either. They also don't mention that the whole town pretty much shuts down at 10 p.m., but maybe I should expect that everywhere but in the most major cities (although Kanchanaburi and Lopburi weren't entirely like that). I should've brought a more recent edition than the 2003 one, maybe.
|Saturday, September 5th, 2009|
|Rediscovered Notes on Thailand Journey 2007, Part 2: Chiang Dao
Now I'll recall some of the unhappiest moments of my four weeks in Thailand in 2007. But I also went up the most astonishing and unforgettable staircase on Earth and saw some amazing views.Surprisingly, I don't seem to have written anything about the amazing 560 steps which go way up to a wat (temple), Wat Tham Pha Plong, halfway up the side of the mountain -- I had some good photos but since I'm an incorrigible slob, I can't locate them. There was hardly anybody else up there. Check out this guy's photos instead. Plus there's these. Lots of monks live up there and walk down the stairs very early every morning to collect alms from villagers.
So here's what I wrote at the time:
15 Aug 2007: Staying at Malee's Bungalows 74 km N of Chiang Mai. Nice and cool up here in Chiang Dao
, but still sickeningly humid, with amazing views of a 6000-ft. mountain right above us.
Met some cool Tennesseans who currently live in Manila and two Londoners who said I should look them up on Facebook. [Of course I totally forgot to do so, and now that I'm transcribing this in 2009, it seems a bit late. One was named Dan... Smith? maybe? of Morgan Stanley and the other was Carla Cohen.]
Earlier the two Tennesseans and I met while we were both trying to find a nature trail marked on the map near the bottom of the amazing stairs. The beginning of the trail was so overgrown that we just had to guess its location across a field and into the woods. Then the trail became easier to discern but as it plunged slightly in elevation and entered the rainforest-like depths, it became startlingly dark and foreboding. As we ventured farther into the forest, we passed a totally mystifying little area with some kind of chemistry experiment (maybe?) and a scary sign with a skull and crossbones, and a warning written only in Thai. Yikes! We almost turned back there, but the sign seemed to be warning people away from the turn-off area and not the trail itself. We hoped. Then the trail went upwards. Did some slipping, sliding, and falling in the mud of this trail. What a mess.
Had to turn back as we weren't making much progress and darkness was approaching. I must've fallen on my ass six or seven times. Fortunately the slippery mud that made me fall so many times also cushioned my fall repeatedly. It became like a ridiculous sloppy version of a water park, or more accurately, a mud park. A rowdy seven-year-old would've loved it. It took some serious scrubbing to get all those stains out. Anyway, the three of us met the Londoners later over dinner at one of the Chiang Dao Nest restaurants. [The food was pretty good but nothing amazing. It was a little gussied-up and highfalutin. Some was a bit bland by Thai standards, probably toned down for western tastes. The place was a bit fancier than most I'd tried and I felt a little out of place. When you get used to eating at outdoor Thai markets on plastic chairs on the street, then eating at a nicely-furnished real
restaurant seems odd for a slobby backpacker like me.]
Ugh. Two nights later, 17 Aug 2007, I'm slowly recovering from food poisoning. Or I assume that was the problem. Hardcore vomiting for about 18-24 hours. Mostly feeling better now, but still very nauseous sometimes, but that goes away when I belch. No more vomit. I assume I got this food poisoning from the Chiang Mai sausage I ate at a middling, empty restaurant on the north side of that city, about 14-18 hours before I started vomiting. Or maybe some off-brand bottled water poisoned me.
A couple of times there, I wondered if I was going to get so dehydrated that I'd have to go to the hospital, because I couldn't keep anything down, not even water for a few hours there. Fortunately they have some sports drink mixture here at Malee's and they were happy to sell it to me. That stayed down.
Can't quite finish my meal of tom ka gai. They made it bland for me, since I'm recovering from food poisoning. [That was probably the first and last time I actually asked for my Thai food to be bland.] Good
mushrooms. Malee's little brat is really starting to annoy the shit out of me, though. [I'm not keen on screaming children.]
Earlier today, after I woke up at around 1:30 p.m. and didn't have a headache for the first time in seemingly eons, I took a shower, had some of Malee's thick home-made whole wheat toast, then walked 1 or 2 km down the road to the Chiang Dao Caves. I was a little startled to see so many other whiteys there. Not too many other people are here at Malee's.
Caves were great. Went up into the unlit part with a guide with a gas lamp and two Afrikaaners. Couldn't recognize their language until they told me what it was. [Where the HELL are all my other damn photos of these caves?!? I had a great photo of some bright electric signs featuring mangled Thainglish deep within the caves, and colorful reclining cave Buddhas.] Exhausted by the end of that. Disappointed to find that the vendors just outside the caves closed, but not surprised -- they turned the lights off on me just before I emerged from the caves, so clearly people were closing up. Out on the road, a few very rustic shops were open. Bought some Nori seaweed-flavored Lays chips. Couldn't taste much seaweed, as expected. Oddly, they also carried Mexican BBQ flavor.
It's several degrees cooler up here in Chiang Dao than in Chiang Mai, but I feel frustratingly cut off, and it seems more rainy up here. Certainly more muddy and mosquito-ridden. Escaping the heat wasn't really worth this bother. I wonder if my Tevas will ever be truly clean again.At some point after that, I started to plan a humorous e-mail called "10 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Thailand." Unfortunately I never finished it. This is how my rough draft started out:
1. Legions of stray dogs wandering around. [They're not fixed, so their big balls are just dangling there for everybody to see.]
2. Legions of ants
3. A 7-11 every 100 ft., all with A/C
That's where the rough draft stopped, but I think I would've added:
4. Some of the rural ATMs are mysteriously huge and sometimes their rear-ends swallow up massive amounts of space in a convenience store or whatnot. And many of them are made by Diebold. Yes, that Diebold. For a while, I joked that Diebold must've been hiding legions of cryogenically-preserved heavily-armed dwarfs inside their ATMs and plotting to defrost them to conquer Thailand at some future point. But Diebold probably also makes all the voting machines in Thailand, so why bother with dwarfs when you have control over the voting?
5. Some of the soy milk is "enriched" (or from a lactose-intolerant person's standpoint, poisoned
) with whole milk powder! I had to look very carefully at the mostly-Thai-script label on the back of the bottle of one brand of soy milk to discover this. In many instances, the bottles have little or no English at all, and you just have to hope that there's no dairy in it.
As I understand it, southeast Asians never used to consume dairy, except for eggs. But in recent decades, various milk-based desserts, drinks, milky bubble teas, etc. have made inroads there. And so:
6. A lot of kids there are drinking weird milky fruit dessert drinks from plastic bags with straws sticking out of them. Not from bottles, not from cans, not any other kind of container -- just a loose, limp, clear little plastic bag with a straw. The drinks usually contained little bits of fruit and were reminiscent of milky Indonesian desserts like es teler
, and I believe they all contained condensed milk. But who knows?
Big Dairy must be pushing hard to open this market further. At the well-known Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok, women in fake pink nurse's uniforms were handing out free samples of "cultured milk with collagen." Pretty strange stuff -- like drinkable yogurt but with little bits of collagen in it (tasted like coconut). I figured I'd give it a try, since yogurt doesn't usually bother me. And generally, you can buy more milk and yogurt than soymilk in the local 7-11s. I think I've only seen rice milk in one place if at all.
7. Americans will see some familiar brand names in Thailand, but also lots of unfamiliar ones. One big brand name widely seen in Thailand is Dannon
: They make a lot of bottled water there. Plus there's Nestle. And it usually only costs about 8-15 ฿
(about 24 to 45 cents U.S.). Or you can get off-brand bottled water for about 4-8 ฿
(about 12 to 24 cents).
I can't really explain this. The picture says it all.
9. Stores in Thailand sell a mysterious powder called Snake Brand Prickly Heat Powder. My first reaction was, "What the fuck is that?!" But then I tried some. It's talcum powder with some nice additives -- and it's great
for absorbing sweat and dealing with the insane humidity of Thailand. The lavender variety is especially nice. I still have some.
More to come! I'll have to think up a #10 later.
|Sunday, January 4th, 2009|
|Best of 2008
Best albums of 2008 that I got a chance to hear:
: No Ceiling
2. Philip Jeck
3. Broken West
*: Now or Heaven
4. Parts & Labor
5. Crystal Castles
*: Crystal Castles
: Secrets are Sinister
7. Secret Machines
: Secret Machines
: Saturdays = Youth
*: When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold
*: All the Way: Get an awesome free MP3 of a live set by this band here.
11. Friendly Fires
: Friendly Fires
: Velocifero: I tried hard not to list anything with a lot of filler. The entire list should be albums that are wall-to-wall excellent. But there is a lot of filler on the Ladytron album, as always with Ladytron. I wasn't going to list this album, but it's a relatively weak year, and the great tracks on the album are great enough to get this up to #12. But just barely. Besides, the filler is reasonably listenable.
This list is subject to change. I can't stop obsessively trying to figure out what great album I might have missed in 2008. This isn't practical at all. If I don't find a way to stop myself, then I may literally attempt to listen to every album released in 2008 that got a reasonably positive review anywhere and that has a good-sounding song streaming anywhere on the Internet. Really, I should not bother. Who needs albums when you have great radio on WFMU
(with countless archives
) and WOXY.com
Best tracks not found on albums listed above:
- TV on the Radio: "DLZ" and "Halfway Home": I just can't get into the whole album. A lot of the tracks don't do anything for me. But those two songs are brilliant.
- White Lies: "Death"
- Mother Mother: "O My Heart": Wonderfully off-kilter. But I can't always take these vocals for more than a few songs.
- Deerhunter: "Nothing Ever Happened" and "Never Stops": Some of this album isn't noisy enough for me. Needs more noise! MORE!
- Wire: "One of Us"
- James: "Waterfall": Album is meh, but great song.
- Elbow: "Grounds for Divorce
- Portishead: "Machine Gun" and "The Rip": Beth Gibbons sings like her soul is being obliterated, particularly on "The Rip," a song that truly strikes upon the live wire of mortality as a font of creativity. And mournfulness. When you listen to this song, you know you're going to die someday -- fbut you also might glimpse infinity just through the sound of the song.
- Santogold: "L.E.S. Artistes": What a great song! Parts of this album are amazing, but it didn't quite have the same staying power for me as others from 2008.
- Blitzen Trapper: "Furr": I loved a song by some dirty hippies! Wonders never cease!
- Raveonettes: "Dead Sound" and "Aly Walk with Me": These two songs are killer, and stand amazingly far above the rest of the album. This is one of the few bands I saw live in 2008, at Terminal 5 with Blonde Redhead and School of Seven Bells. They were all brilliant.
- c.db.sn, "Vulcanoctopus Hydrothermialis": I don't even remember how I stumbled across this. I don't like the other songs much.
- Death Cab for Cutie: "I Will Possess Your Heart": Ooo, somebody discovered krautrock!
- Beck: "Profanity Prayers": I liked most of the album on which this appears. I might still put it in my best of 2008.
- The Heavy: "Colleen"
- Mi Ami: "Ark of the Covenant": I first heard this on WFMU and it blew me away. But each time I hear it since then, it loses more of its power. Maybe it works best in the context of a great radio show.
I heard a ton of other brilliant stuff on WFMU that I have failed to list. In particular, check out Fabio
(*MySpace is only good for one thing: Listening to music. Most of the pages still look like they were designed by a retarded 10-year-old in 1993. I became less averse to visiting bands' MySpace pages when I realized I could listen to music for free on those pages, thus essentially stealing Rupert Murdoch's bandwidth and not giving anything back, especially since I use Mozilla Firefox with Adblock Plus
|Sunday, November 2nd, 2008|
Attention fellow New Jerseyans!
Unsurprisingly, again this year, we have confusing, puzzling, and opaque statewide public questions on our New Jersey ballot. The "interpretive" explanations on the ballot are clear as mud. What the hell do they mean?
Well, here is an article from the Record that interprets the questions and says we should vote YES. A PDF file from the League of Women Voters interprets them and presents arguments for both sides. Also, here's a discussion thread on BlueJersey.com where a poster interprets them (much more opaquely) and recommends NO on both. The Trenton Times is also opaque, and says YES on both. Any thoughts? http://www.northjersey.com/opinion/33710214.html http://www.bluejersey.com/showDiary.do?diaryId=9300http://www.nj.com/opinion/times/editorials/index.ssf?/base/news-0/122508031975930.xml&coll=5
Caution: Annoyingly large PDF file, but with helpful explanations of why to vote YES or NO.http://www.lwvnj.org/VotersService/2008-1104_Ballot%20Questions.pdf
(I hate PDFs! Memory resource-clogging crap! PDFs are evil and should be destroyed. I have taken screenshots of the useful parts of the PDF. E-mail me at ikehull at yahoo dot com if you want me to forward the screenshots to you.)
Voting YES on #1 sounds pretty good to me.
As for #2, solely based on the info in the PDF, if I understand it correctly (which I may not), I'm inclined to vote NO on #2 because I'm a Democrat and I'd prefer more liberal judges statewide. #2 might make that harder, if I understand current state politics correctly (which I may not). After all, there are more Republicans proportionally at the local NJ municipal level then at the state level, right? On the other hand, that may be short-sighted, because that could all change over time. I don't know.
Any thoughts? Interpretations? Ideas?
Feel free to forward this to anybody else who is voting in NJ. (Expiration date: 11/4/08!)
|Wednesday, September 10th, 2008|
Here's my review of the pilot episode of the new TV show "Fringe":
Here's an attempt to create the Second Coming of the X-Files, but do we really want to be strung along and given no satisfying answers to a heap of vague mysteries yet again? Wasn't it frustrating enough the first time? There are lots of cliches here (mind-melding, the twist at the end, the character who conveniently dies before telling us who he's working for, etc.) and not much originality. The lead, Anna Torv, is not quite as charismatic in all of her scenes as required, and as on so many other recent American TV shows, she is probably hamstrung by having to fake an American accent and therefore perhaps has little energy left to focus on acting. (She's Australian.) And while the show has visually austere and impressive moments, the action scenes are edited to ribbons by some fool from the Michael Bay school of incoherent action editing. Fortunately the mad scientist character and his estranged son (played by Joshua Jackson) are a hoot. They get all the good lines. Plus there's a cow.Edited to add: This show started slow, but eventually became very, very good. Most of the ongoing storylines actually lead somewhere. The show mostly stops trying to be an X-Files knock-off. The first season finale is excellent. The second season goes in a somewhat different, better direction than most of the first season. The second and third seasons are mostly outstanding. The fourth season suffers from significant budget cuts due to very low ratings and takes some odd, less satisfying turns, and the fifth season is hugely admirable for the radical transformation it attempts, but it doesn't always hold together or hit the mark. But overall, I recommend this show.
|Saturday, May 3rd, 2008|
When I was a teen, I read more books than I do now. Far more. I'm not sure why. The Internet probably has a lot to do with it.
Over the past 20 years or so, sadly, I've forgotten the titles and authors of a lot of the books I once loved. I still remember enjoying William Sleator and Diane Duane, but other books have receded into the mists of history, and Google can't help. Of course, some of these books were probably not so great, but I liked them at the time. One fantasy novel featured a woman sailing on a sea of sand on a moon. She fell in love with a prince who was undead (possibly a vampire, but far from a standard-issue vampire, because he couldn't make love to her unless she found a way to resurrect him, or something like that). Based on this description, it sounds just awful, but it was well-written and strangely lyrical. Or so I recall. Who knows? Maybe it really was awful.
I also enjoyed a number of post-apocalyptic novels about life after a nuclear holocaust. These was a widespread sub-genre in the late '80s. One featured a female protagonist, a teacher (or aspiring teacher), wandering through the nuclear fallout in a radiation suit, searching for survivors. In most of the U.S., all life was wiped out completely, including all plants and animals, if I remember correctly. But she managed to find one area with its own mini-ecosystem that survived. Unfortunately it was populated by one surviving man who captured her and forced her to stay there. Ultimately, if I remember correctly, he suffered a slow death when he drank from a stream or river of radioactive water. The book ended with the female protagonist wandering off in her radiation suit through the wasteland again, hoping to find another protected mini-ecosystem with children who needed a teacher. There was probably a "Z" in the title of the book. Or the author's name. Or maybe the protagonist was named "Z." I don't remember enjoying this as much as some other books, but it was certainly memorable. Well, not memorable enough for me to recall the author or the title 20 years later -- and I may not even have all the details right -- but I don't remember much from that era anyway.
|Monday, April 7th, 2008|
There are a lot of pro-Chinese-government responses to a CNN article
about the Olympic protests in London and Paris. I wish the brainwashed Chinese posters would use their real Chinese names instead of unconvincing fake English names like "Jerry" and "Charlie." These Chinese government mouthpieces are not fooling anyone with their poor English. As a U.S. citizen, I cherish my right to free speech and my ability to criticize the evil, criminal Bush administration which has killed so many people and violated human rights around the world. The Chinese people should be able to say the same things about their government and its violations of human rights. But they don't, or can't, proving that China is largely a vicious, oppressive, and brutal country. I wonder if the posters to CNN are Chinese government employees and/or members of the Communist party. My travels in China suggest that, sadly, they are simply brainwashed citizens of China, people who sincerely believe the garbage that their government and its media are spoon-feeding them. And from my observations, when the Chinese go to Internet cafes, they don't look up foreign news services, or try to find outside information. They just play video games all day, and smoke heavily.
They are practicing a warped version of capitalism -- capitalism without human rights, without freedom, without regulation, without sanity, without respect for history or the environment or other cultures. In some ways, it is similar to the insanity of new Russian capitalism, where the Russian mafia and former KGB agents control everything of value, and kill or falsely prosecute anybody who gets in their way. Money and profit are valued above everything else. Ripping off the consumer is a widely accepted practice. Almost nothing is built to last, the seller is always incredibly rude to the customer, and customer satisfaction rarely matters, except with regards to food. That's China's one great contribution to the world, as far as I'm concerned. How can a culture with such amazing, brilliant, wonderful food be so warped, twisted, and immoral? Will China ever grow up?
|Sunday, March 16th, 2008|
You may ask why the Tibetans are protesting Chinese rule.
When I traveled in western China, I saw oppression of ethnic minorities. The majority, the Han Chinese, are mostly obsessed with new, shiny, modern things. They ignore and marginalize their own history. For the most part, they just want to tear down anything historic or ancient, and replace it all with shopping malls and fast food restaurants. Homogenize, homogenize, homogenize.
A friend told me a story about his travels in China. He was in a boat with lots of Chinese tourists. They were going up a river surrounded by beautiful cliffs. He took lots of pictures, but the Chinese tourists ignored the beautiful sights. But when the boat reached the fancy huge new dam, the Chinese got excited and started taking copious pictures of the dam. That's what they value.
I didn't get a chance to go to Tibet, but I bet that the same destruction of history and nature and ancient culture is being forced on the Tibetans there. If not already, then soon. No wonder they are fighting.
Hey China, welcome to the high cost of low prices. This one's in Jinghong, Yunnan Province. I wonder if any Wal-Mart Supercenters have crept into Lhasa? If not, it's just a matter of time.
Massive numbers of Chinese suckers line up for the vile sludge of KFC instead of eating wonderful authentic Chinese food. I only went in to use the restroom -- the only clean restroom you can find anywhere in China. Hey China, if you're going to tear down everything ancient or historic and build new things, why not start with the bathrooms? Why do you seem to be leaving those for LAST? Jerks. You'll never attract tourism this way. One of my missions is to warn as many people away from travel in China as possible.
Welcome to China!
|Wednesday, March 12th, 2008|
The reader comments responding to Washington Post articles are often goofy or ridiculous. But occasionally, there is a gem. In response to one of the articles about the Gov. Eliot Spitzer sex scandal, I noted these comments:
...the Federal prosecutors are from the politically compromised office of the Judicial Department that is now under its own scandal.
Spitzer went after the big boys and they got even with him. This is meant to be a lesson to other state prosecutors to lay off big business.
What's with the GOP's obsession w/ impeaching folks???
Their collective outrage would be more legit if Larry Craig and David Vitter weren't currently still employed by the GOP.
|Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008|
|Best of 2007
Best albums of 2007:
Blonde Redhead: 23
Black Moth Super Rainbow: Dandelion Gum
Budos Band: Budos Band II
PJ Harvey: White Chalk
Maps: We Can Create
Arcade Fire: Neon Bible
Spoon: Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
Feist: The Reminder
Apples in Stereo: New Magnetic Wonder
mgmt: Oracular Spectacular
Haven't had a chance to listen to the entire albums, but probably would've also loved:
Brother Ali, El-P, OCDJ, Sage Francis, Kristin Hersh, Of Montreal, Porter Wagoner, Wooden Shjips, Copperpot
Low: Drums & Guns
New Pornographers: Challengers
Both were great, but not up to their previous albums' quality, IMO. Drums & Guns was puzzling for me because I've liked every one of Low's stylistic changes up to now. And I like electronic music, experimental music, and numerous kinds of weirdness. But some of these songs would work better in a more traditional Low format. The arrangements and production... hmmm. And there are lots of fantastic songs on that New Pornographers album but it's a small step down from their previous efforts -- perhaps simply because those previous efforts were all so bloody brilliant.
Strangest (but best) song to hear on the local radio while wandering around Thailand and Laos during the rainy season: Rihanna's "Umbrella"
Sickeningly overrated, yet again: Devendra Banhart, that whiny dirty hippie. And normally, I *like* dirty hippies.
|Friday, January 18th, 2008|
|Monkeys Stole My Breakfast
In July, I arrived in the town of Lopburi, Thailand. Lonely Planet warns that this is a town "besieged by monkeys" who hang off of storefronts and "smear excrement on car windows." Well, I was keeping an eye out for the buggers as I wandered around eyeing the produce and food vendors, and heading for a cheap hotel, but I didn't see a single simian.
I found my hotel, confusingly called both the Asia Lopburi and the Lopburi Asia as well as just the Asia Hotel. No monkeys there either. So that was good. It was institutional-looking and reminded me of Russia, but for about 250 baht (roughly $7.50), I got a room with my own bathroom and shower, and a good ceiling fan. I figured I wouldn't splurge on A/C on that particular night. Often it gets reasonably cool at night in Thailand. At $7.50, with no monkeys in the room, who can complain?
Heck, I even had a TV, which I didn't ask for, and didn't really want, since a TV distracts me from going out and wandering around. But the selection of channels solved that problem. Who really wants to watch the Chinese government's English-language slant on the news on CCTV International, or the Russian government's English-language slant on the news on the Russia Today channel, or the U.S. government's slant on the news on Fox News Channel? (Seriously, those were the three English-language news channels available. The other English-language channels were Style TV India, and a sports channel with polo and other very British sports.)
After all that government propaganda, forgetting about sinister macaques and letting down your guard is easy. But hey, after checking in to the hotel, I went out, wandered around, and got some snapshots of various ruins in the dusk. Still no monkeys. I ate a dinner of prawns and squid from a popular street food hawker. Still no monkeys.
So the next morning, I wandered a food market filled with vendors of everything from curries (breakfast, lunch, dinner... people eat curry all the time here) to raw fish, and finally decided to try some of the renowned local fruit. I got a kilo of mangosteens, a strange-looking purple fruit about the size of an apple. It has a very thick skin; you crack it open from the bottom and the flesh on the inside is white, translucent, and sweet, in small tangerine-slice-shaped pieces. Describing the taste is difficult; it's not strong, like the famed stinky durian fruit. My friend Francisco's girlfriend describes it as vaguely similar to grape, but the texture is completely different, maybe with remote hints of mild lime and/or tangerine. It's fantastic! You can't get it in the U.S., except maybe in L.A., where you'd allegedly pay $50 a pound for it!
So I was just walking down the street with a bag of mangosteens hanging off my arm (looped around my wrist in such a way that they were difficult to drop), minding my own business, taking pictures of wats in Lopburi, and a bunch of the simian twerps suddenly appeared out of nowhere and one jumped right onto the bag of fruit. I couldn't drop it right away, so I swung the bag around 360 degrees trying to fling the bastard off. But he tore it open in an instant, and they gobbled up the mangosteens as the fruit tumbled across the sidewalk.
I'm lucky they didn't take my camera too, which was in my left hand. And that they didn't bite me or pick my pocket. Others have had those experiences, reportedly.
I wasn't fast enough to snap a shot of the monkeys approaching or actually in the act of theft, but I got a few shots of them scarfing down the stolen goods. The little assmunches!
At the time, I thought: I'd love to go back there with a bag of wooden cucumbers and watch their jerky faces as they break their frackin' little teeth trying to eat 'em, but that would probably WOULD get me bitten. Better never to go to Lopburi again, ever, even though a lot of the town was monkey-free and had some amazing ruins. Oddly enough, the monkeys are considered a major draw for tourists, to the point where there's even a huge, anatomically-correct monument to them at the train station.
Several weeks later, I took a long, long, amazingly beautiful
but tiring bus ride from Vang Viang, Laos, to Luang Prabang, Laos. And at one of the rest stops, there was a monkey. But he was chained to a tree, eating some rice, and didn't look too unhappy. Now, the quality of almost everything in Laos may be behind Thailand, but at least they keep their damned monkeys securely fastened. Although admittedly, Sukhothai, Thailand, also kept their monkeys locked up, though they used wooden cages.
Sure, now that I look back on it, I question the morality. The livestock roams free, often in the middle of the road
, but the monkeys are locked up? That big Sukhothai monkey (or ape) looked miserable. But the alternative isn't good either. Especially for the unwitting (or not-fully-informed) traveler.
|Thursday, January 10th, 2008|
I traveled solo through Thailand, Laos, and western China for seven weeks in mid-2007. I wanted to eat the food and see the sights.
The experience is not easily explained. But in the next few weeks, I will try.
(More than one friend thought I was going there for the girls. Quite the contrary. I like women with actual, ummm, curves. Asian women generally don't have many (or any) curves. They're a bit bony for my tastes. That's just me.)
|Friday, May 11th, 2007|
Edited to add: Why is this entry attracting so much
s-p-a-m? Is it the links? Is the mention of lastFM? What the frak?
I'm not using it much, and it eats up some of my RAM, but I wanted lastFM just for this visual "quilt":
I definitely don't recommend it for old crappy low-RAM 'puters like mine, though. I should really get rid of it.
Edited: I'm tired of that "quilt." I have a faster new build that can handle it now, but I don't particularly feel the need to infect my computer with lastFM when I can enjoy WFMU
and WOXY dot com
instead without anything sitting on my machine collecting my personal data. Plus, the quilt was attracting spamments somehow.
|Thursday, April 19th, 2007|