Archive for April, 2010

Poetry for the people

Posted in Uncategorized on April 19, 2010 by Cristina

Always of fan of the conversation between images and words, I subscribed to what turned out to be an amazing poetry & illustration magazine, Popshot. The last few issues arrived hand-addressed, smelling of Play-Doh, full of literary and artistic greatness. Since the editors say they’re “intent on hoodwinking poetry back from the clammy hands of school anthologies and funeral readings,” I’ll help by spreading the word to hip youngsters who are full of ideas worthy of publishing. Here’s one of my favorites, “God, Yes,” from the last issue titled Liberate:

Having shared this experience, it was amazing to relive it through the hand-picked words of another soul. I know you’ve toyed with the idea of writing something, so how about you try your hand at this poetry thing (because we’re all poets and animals and artists)? Set your feelings to words and submit them to the next issue themed “This is Modern Living.” I’ve already started scribbling notes about plastic patina and multitasking/unitasking and rust sleepiness and all those strange modern things happening around us. Try it out, I’d love to read what you create!


Oh, Awesome-O

Posted in Uncategorized on April 13, 2010 by Cristina

I should have known that 12 hours of non-stop research and writing couldn’t be good for my computer, but Awesome-O had pulled through before. That sad day last term was too much for him to handle, brain fried and black smoke poofies came out of the vents. Four trips to the Apple store later, I have him back in my arms with a new brain that doesn’t remember all we’ve been through together. I’m bummed that I’ve lost most of my pictures but luckily, this video was salvaged: 

I learned an important lesson from Awesome-O’s little amnesia incident. Nope, not to back up all my stuff… I already knew that and was just plain irresponsible. The lesson is that I need to rely less on digitally-stored memories and really try absorb them into my wee brain better. I take so many pictures because I have a terrible memory, but saving them on a hard-drive is a copout. From now on, I need to practice closing my eyes and recalling that pasture on the Cliffs of Moher at sunset lest Awesome-O Jr. fails me again.

Less Oddness

Posted in Uncategorized on April 5, 2010 by Cristina

I’m into weird stuff: cadavers, experimental wordless music, Matthew Barney, industrial debris, etc… but the new visual album, ODDSAC, by Animal Collective and Danny Perez was a tad too senselessly odd for my tastes. The band-artist collaboration resulted in an hour-long psychedelic experience that left me with a headache and sweaty palms. Imagine the following video clip times 133:

Right. The beginning was actually promising with masked fire twirling and a girl smearing tar goop all over a wall.

Unfortunately, I started fading after the 10+ minutes of colorful static and a disturbing scene of a family eating marshmallows in the forest. The accompanying music was fantastic, but the film felt less than genuine. After the screening, the band and the artist unenthusiastically fielded questions from the group of mustachioed flannel-donning youngsters (I gritted my teeth for a few minutes as the lame boys sitting next to me gabbed about how awesome they were at sex on waterbeds). The questions included, “So, uuuuhhh… how many drugs did you guys do while making this, heh heh” and “Can you guys…like…explain the universe that is inside your head?” Those questions they refused to entertain and others they answered with statements that made me think the project was less artistic than all the hype suggested. The title ODDSAC apparently doesn’t have any particular meaning, they just liked the way the letters looked in caps next to each other. Right. And all the terribly graphic scenes of a guy smoking from the head then oozing to death were meant to be funny, inspired by cheap horror flicks. I don’t consider this the stuff of sold out shows in the Guggenheim and across the country. In the end, I suppose I don’t regret seeing it, but I’m definitely glad that I didn’t drag any of my more sensitive friends with me. Will stick to just listening to the great music sans the eye-defilement.

Let me count the ways

Posted in Uncategorized on April 4, 2010 by Cristina

That John Mayer makes my nose wrinkle with displeasure. Until recently, I wasn’t exactly sure what I thought of him… just had a general aversion to his face and his music. After reading a Playboy interview that a friend sent me, my feelings crystallized into solid disgust. The photo above makes him look like a genuine douche bag but trying to be a non-judgmental person, I suspended forming a bad opinion until reading that article. In case you, too, have doubts about his douche-bagginess, allow me to share the top nine excerpts from the interview that might dispel those:

1. PLAYBOY: What if you were to google the phrase John Mayer is a douche bag?
MAYER: You’d get a lot of hits.

2. With Twitter, I can show my real voice. Here’s me thinking about stuff: “Wouldn’t it be cool if you could download food?”

3. There have probably been days when I saw 300 vaginas before I got out of bed.

4. Like, it might actually be fun to wear sunglasses in the airport and sit in the first-class lounge as a fucking rock star who’s about to go on a world tour.

5. I find myself relating to Judaism. One of my best friends is Jewish beyond all Jews—I went to my first Passover seder at his house—and I train in Krav Maga with a lot of Israelis.

6. [Jen Aniston] saw my involvement in technology as courting distraction. And I always said, “These are the new rules.”

7. It’s like I come on very strong. I am a very…I’m just very. V-E-R-Y. And if you can’t handle very, then I’m a douche bag. But I think the world needs a little very. That’s why black people love me.

8. PLAYBOY: Do black women throw themselves at you?
MAYER: I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock.

9. All of a sudden I thought, I can outgay [Perez Hilton] right now. I grabbed him and gave him the dirtiest, tongue-iest kiss I have ever put on anybody—almost as if I hated fags.

So it turns out that judging a book by its cover is a prudent move when it comes to this fella. Since I can’t handle “very,” here’s one more hit for “John Mayer is a douche bag.”


Posted in Uncategorized on April 1, 2010 by Cristina

A newish friend has been obsessively calling and labeling everything “globo” (spanish for “balloon”) and no, it’s not her first word. This reminded me of an oldish friend who was the cinematographer on this visual ecstasy of a short film called Ballon Rouge:

He was lucky enough to tromp around Paris for three months capturing the curious globo floating from arrondissement to arrondissement. The trailer sums up the little red fella’s adventures in picturesque Paris, but I recommend watching the full 20 minute film if you want to soothe your eyes and mind for a bit. I can’t really put my finger on what’s so fascinating about red balloons, but that magical something has spawned German songs and Cristina blogs alike. Go globo!