Wednesday, October 26, 2005

"We're gonna break the monster's back"

"The Edge is from the future" explained Bono, in a really weird introduction to the song "Miracle Drug," from U2's newest record How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. Silly as the following ad-libbed story about Edge's (yeah, that's what he calls himself) arrival in Dublin on a spaceship may have been, I'm tempted to agree with Bono's (again, yeah) assertion about his bandmate. From the opening notes of "City of Blinding Lights," through the rattle and hum of "Bullet The Blue Sky" (during which Bono sang lines from "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again" and Edge went into a lengthy prog-rock solo), to an acoustic encore of "Stuck in a Moment" and "Yaweh," and not forgetting to stop along the way to play such classics as "With Or Without You," "I Will Follow," and "Still Haven't Found," (to name a few), the band put on what I can only describe as one heluva concert. Bono's dramatic flair, not to mention his great vocals, was out in full force, The Edge was rocking his guitar like the world was about to end and he knew how to get off of it, and Larry and Adam (who either couldn't think up funny pseudonyms for themselves or shunned them in an attempt at balancing things) rocked steadily and heavily enough to keep it all perfectly together. Showmanship and spectacle were also a big part of the show, with crazy lighting, crowd pleasing antics, and the slight smile that stayed on Adam's face for the entire show.A highlight for me was when the lights went up to reveal Larry Mullen and half of a drum kit moved to the front of the circular stage (it encompassed part of the audience), from which he dramatically played the song standing up, until the bridge, at which point he ran back to his kit at the back of the stage, leaving Bono at the front of the stage to don a white headband and bang on the drums like an excited child, until Larry Started the now instantly recognizeable drum intro to "Sunday Bloody Sunday." So cool.
Anyhoo, I'm going on break starting after class tommorow and lasting until monday, which I'm ridiculously excited about, so between an amazing concert, three days of classes, and a four-day weekend, this is looking to be a pretty darn cool week. Anyways, I wish you all a good week whatever you're doing, maybe I'll run into some of you in the next few days. Here's another few pictures of u2 live, although none of them were taken by me.Yay Larry! Yay normal-named members of U2!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

"My mind is on the brink..."

Hello one and one. Thanks to Gec and Reens for eventually posting on last week's balogna (no pun intended) post. Yes, I am aware of how bad it was. That said, our commitment to mediocrity here at D.Cous. Enterprises ensures that last week's post will most likely not go down on record for any period of time as our worst post. Also, it appears that I was wrong in my calculation of a good time to post regularly on this thing, since I said Tuesday Afternoon, and the last three posts have been a full day later. So, how does Wednesday sound? Good? Good. The week thus far has been a bit exhausting, due to an abnormal load of papers and tests and all. I didn't get anything done school-wise over the weekend, as I skipped town on Friday and headed up to pay a visit to the girlfriend. I apparently picked both a good and a bad weekend to do so (not that I really picked the time, I was invited), since I had a great time visiting Lindsey, but two of my brothers called me to invite me to stuff back home that same weekend. All in all, I got the better end of the deal to be sure, but I did miss a rock concert with Neil and Garrett, and an epic U of M game with B. Why do I not get calls like this on the weekends when I'm going home? The weekend was fun, Saturday was big for college football, which we followed on and off while tailgaiting at the Grand Valley vs. Saginaw Valley game with some of Lindsey's friends and some folks from the community there (I got a few of those "I knew your parents years ago" introductions). I met my oldest brother's fifth grade teacher, and my sister's former roomate's mother (no kidding, it's that small a world). The game itself was crowded and very spirited, I'm pretty confident that I was the only one in the student section who was wearing a Hillsdale sweatshirt (GVSU and SVSU both destroyed my school this year). We also (at Lindsey's insistence) went and saw the film Serenity over the weekend, which was not the best space western I've ever seen (yes, there are more, and I know how nerdy that claim makes me sound), but it was really pretty entertaining. That may not actually be a controlled experiment in film reviewing though, since watching nearly any movie with Lindsey is funnier, and no, I'm not trying to sound cute. She pointed out/made fun of the fonts used for every peice of text in the credits and previews (the text in the movie, except for the name of the ship, is all in chinese for some reason, I guess the future's weird). Anyways, I should go in search of my first meal of the day, maybe I'll add in smaller posts from time to time inbetween the weeklies. Over and out.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Is you is or is you ain't roast beef?

I was watching telly the other day (a generally bad idea), and saw a commercial for an Arby's (TM) sandwich. There was nothing particularly interesting about this commercial, except that it revived the old question in my mind: What is it about Arby's roast beef that makes it look and taste nothing at all like regular roast beef? I admit that this isn't a question for the ages, but I didn't set up this blog as a philosophy message board. Who knows? Maybe future philosophers and historians will one day look back at us with the four eyes that will become a common trait among the few surface-dwellers left after the inevitable nuclear holocost and wonder what our obsession was with roast beef that wasn't really roast (and probably not beef), with yellow-colored vegetable oil that's supposed to look like butter, with soybean byproducts that are molded into the shape of turkeys, and most of all, what exactly was bologna? After spending hours of the day contemplating this, they'll probably have their trained space apes carry their hideously shrivelled bodies down to the Temple of Forseable Outcomes, where they'll play ceremonial chess games in which the kings and queens have hemophilia and die after three turns. Whoa, don't know where that came from. Anyways, it has been said by certain people that they do not read my blog posts because I don't break them up into paragraphs, so how about I do this:

There, that ought to keep things interesting. I saw the new Wallace & Grommit movie (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0312004/) the other day, which was a lot of fun. At about three bucks, the movie ticket wasn't really a huge investment, but I have to admit that having rather liked the three previous W & G short films, I did have relatively high hopes. It was a bit funny going to this movie, since at 21, my two friends and I realized quickly that we were the only people in the theater who were anywhere near our age. The majority of the theater was full of children (not surprisingly, it's a cartoon), accompanied in a ratio of about 3:1 by either a parent (the youngest of whom were probably around thirty), or grandparent. After sitting through a string of previews for the seemingly endless fart joke that they're calling this year's family film offering, Dreamworks S.K.G. (the distributors, but not the producers of W & G and Chicken Run, both made by Ardman Animations LLC) treated us to a computer-animated short film, apparently in an effort to prove to us once and for all that they are not, much as they would like to be, Pixar. Sorry guys. Whoops, time for another paragraph break.


Whew! After showing their logo a few more times (Jonathan pointed out that Dreamworks would really really like you to associate them with this movie), the film finally got started, and all was right with the world. All in all, I would have to give the movie a rather favorable rating (I don't beleive in stars or thumbs or whatever else), since I think that I laughed louder than any of the children in the theater, and probably even loud enough to wake a few of the grandparents. The stop-motion (nope, not an oxymoron) animated film stars Inventor and Cheese enthusiast Wallace and his anthropomorphic (yet speachless) dog Gromit as high-tech pest control specialists in a vegetable-crazed village somewhere in rural England, who must deal (humanely of course, this is a children's movie) with an infestation of rabbits who threaten the village's gardens on the eve of the annual produce festival. If this doesn't have the makings of a great film, I don't know what does. As in previous (although shorter) Wallace & Gromit outings, (hang on, another paragraph break, this time mid-sentence)

sight gags and all-around Britishness abound (at one point an angry mob runs to a stand labled "Angry Mob Supplies" to buy pitchforks and torches), with perhaps two jokes being more off-color than you would expect in a G-rated movie. Whoops! Out of time for today. If you happen to have children to bring to this movie (not that I do) I'd reccomend it, or if you're like me and aren't terribly embarrased about watching cartoons. I hope you are all having a good week, more to come!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Who needs punctuality when you can have tardiness for free?

Hello whoever and however numerous you may be, at least I check this thing. Please forgive two late posts in as many weeks, where have my manners gone? I just don't know what I shall do with myself. There's an interesting article in Today's paper, which I unfortunately cannot link you to (the Wall Street Journal's online edition is a separate subscription), but thought was nonetheless intriguing: A small, obscure organization of New England history buffs called the Aaron Burr Association (I know, sounds like a good band name) has come forward with the news that they've discovered a living direct descendant of our nation's third vice president, more famous for being the man who killed founding father Alexander Hamilton in a duel in 1804. Burr was married in 1782 to a British army officer's widow, a woman ten years his senior, with whom he had one daughter named Theodosia (What an awful name! True, it was her mother's name as well, but that's hardly an excuse). The couple also had one son who died in infancy (unfortunately quite common at the time), and Theodosia is not known to have had any children, so that Burr was heretofore considered to be without direct descendant. Enter Mrs. Louella Burr Mitchell Allen, a retired nurse who now resides in Philedelphia, whose family has an oral history and some sparse documentation that links her to Philedelphia barber and free black abolitionist John Pierre Burr, allegedly the illegitamate son of Aaron Burr by one of his household servants (Whew! that seemed less complicated before I decided to write it all down). In any case, this claim (although no DNA testing has occured) has been quite welcomed by the Aaron Burr Association, who are eager to garner new information and clear their namesake's good... uh, name. Yeah. The big problem with this is that like many illegitamate families, there really isn't much documentation or concrete evidence of anything that Mrs. Allen can bring forward to do this, all she can say is that her wing of the Burr family always thought well of Grandpa Aaron (Actually, Great-great-great-grandpa Aaron), even though he was too busy not being married to grandma and running for political offices to really be around all that much. Maybe I'm not much of a historian, but I'll actually be dissapointed if the new findings clear up the Burr story much. I don't really want the truth to be buried, but the story as it stands is a pretty good one, if it's true. Burr's a genuine piece of American history: This guy was the great grandson of evangelist/revivalilst Jonathan Edwards. He was at Valley Forge with Washington. In the election of 1800, he ran for vice president alongside Thomas Jefferson. The problem is that our electoral system at the time was not quite the well-oiled machine that it is now (seriously, it's gotten a lot better), and the ticket was not technically divided. This means that everyone who voted for Jefferson also voted for Burr (naturally, since they were running together for President and Vice President), so that when the votes were counted it was determined that they had tied. No, I'm not kidding. Anyhow, in the event of this happening it's supposed to go to congress to decide the winner (U.S. Constitution, Article II, Section I). The general story goes (as I recall) that Burr saw here an opportunity to win the presidency for himself, which would've been the most cowboy move in American history had Burr's old law partner and former Secretary of the Treasury Alexander Hamilton not used his influence with key members of congress to push things in Jefferson's direction (Congress voted a tie 35 times before finally choosing Jefferson). The behind-the-scenes rivalry between Burr and Hamilton continued, with Burr blaming Hamilton for his political failures including his loss in the election to the governorship of New York in 1804, until July 11, 1804, when Burr (still Vice President of the United States, mind you) shot Hamilton at ten paces in a duel. A duel! Not every day you hear about that happening. Nobody was jailed, no cops were called. The Vice President shot the former Secretary of the Treasury! Actually they both fired, but Hamilton, who'd spent his military career as Washington's aide-de-camp and not in a combat command, missed. Burr was later accused of trying to start a war with Spain in order to grab some of the Western territories belonging to spain and start a new country, but he was acquitted. His first wife had died after twelve years of marraige in 1794 (but I'd say the spark of the relationship was gone beforehand, since Mrs. Allen's great-great-grandfather was reportedly born a few years before then), and he did not remarry until he was 77 years old in 1833, when he wed another widow. That one didn't last all that long either, since she left him and sued for divorce within a year of the wedding, which he finally granted her on the day he died, in 1836. Well, that's a little bit 'o history for you this week. I hope you didn't learn too much, partly because you've probably heard all of this before at some point, and partly because I'm pulling much of this from memory and it's probably not all factually true. In any case I wish you a good week, feel free to post and say hello at any time. I must now go off to my tennis class (yes I'm taking one, and yes it's to fulfil a phys. ed. requirement), hopefully to improve on my partner's and my own fortunes from the first round of our class' mixed doubles tournament, in which we were destroyed. Oh yeah, in the interest of respecting the law, my sources for this post were primarily Greg Ip's article in today's Wall Street Journal entitled Fans of Aaron Burr Find Unlikely Ally In a 'New' Relative, And the following web sites: http://www.ushistory.org/valleyforge/served/burr.html ; http://odur.let.rug.nl/~usa . Thanks for checking in!