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Writer’s Envy

(I forgot to post this yesterday because I am A PRO.)

WTF, am I doing a meme? Yes, because one of my favorite bloggers and virtual pals Kari from Inflammatory Writ addressed this very interesting set of questions to the internet at large, and I found them compelling.

I guess that’s how memes start. It’s like mono getting passed around in your Junior year of high school – everybody thought it was a good idea to kiss that one boy, and things just spiraled out of control from there.

Anyhow, here we go.

Novel you wish you’d written
When it comes to tone, of course I would want to have written a Douglas Adams Hitchhikers novel – either the eponymous one, or So Long and Thanks for all the Fish, which I adore. It’s not only the irreverence, but the ability to casually state ridiculous, farfetched notions as fact.

As for an entire work, tone and content and all, can we count Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas as a novel? It is semi-fictionalized, after all. That is far and away my favorite collection of printed pages bound together with a spine and a cover. I read it several times a year.

(If I can count a comic book, the original run of Gen 13, because I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN IT before it came out. Argh.)

TV you wish you could have been/could be a staff writer on
I’d say the West Wing for sheer quality, but they didn’t have staff writers, huh? In current TV, Supernatural, because I think they do a highly underrated job of combining comedy, drama, and horror.

If I can time travel, any season of The X-Files or Buffy, because they both changed the way we watch teevee and both turned out to be a masters class of televised sci-fi. Especially with Buffy, those writers now write, produce, and show-run seemingly every good fantastical show on the air.

Or, I Love Lucy, because it was the greatest television program ever aired, no matter what my wife thinks.

(That said, I’d probably want to be nowhere near the writer’s room of any show I even half-like, because it’s a maddening position to be in! Like, I wish I could go to Battlestar Galactica’s writer’s room during 4.5 and just smack them in the side of the head for every drawn out scene of Eddie Olmos screaming or crying. But, by virtue of being in the room I wouldn’t see the utter wince-y-ness of that, and would probably think it was a good idea.)

Blog you wish you’d started
Pitchfork or LargeHearted Boy. I think if I wasn’t so caught up in the making of music I’d love to cultivate a blog devoted to the consumption and evaluation of it.

Play you wish you’d written
The House of Yes. Dark, wicked, genius.

If we can count musicals, of course I’d say Hedwig. Or, Hair, just so I could have written both “Let the Sunshine In” and “Sodomy.” What an oeuvre.

Poem you wish you’d written
I like a lot of poetry, but I don’t have a lot of favorite poems. One I particularly connect to is Sylvia Plath’s last one, Edge. I love the form of it, but also I feel like it emerged from a certain sort of resigned desperation that most people (and poets) dare not cultivate. So, I suppose I wish I could write it without visiting that place?

(I once wrote a poem to match it for a college class, and nine years later it still resonates pretty strongly. I suppose I was both desperate and resigned at the time, to a degree.)

Screenplay you wish you’d written
It’s hard to separate good movies from good screenplays in my head. Like, The Prestige is an amazing movie, but I think that’s more in the directing and acting than the screenplay. Similarly, The Fountain has a beautiful plot, but it’s hard to separate that from Aronofsky’s vision.

I am tempted to say The Royal Tenenbaums, but that’s another director-as-auteur flick. Let’s go with The Princess Bride. There’s a movie whose success is inexorably linked to how it appeared on the page.

Song you wish you’d written
Good lord, how do you choose? If I could have just one it would probably be “Poses” by Rufus Wainwright. It’s not my favorite song, but it captures a particular snapshot of me so perfectly.

(More recently, “She Doesn’t Get It” by The Format. Less recently, any of these ten songs.)

Blogger with skillz (or readership, for that matter) you wish you could steal:
Oh, dear.

At the moment I’d say Seth Godin. How does one man make every post so thought-provoking? Unreal. I could write a blog dedicated to parsing his blog. I’m always sending his posts to my friends.

And, I guess, Dooce. Not because she is the most widely-known blogger on the planet – she can keep her readership! It’s more that no single person in the universe makes me laugh out loud as frequently as she does – except for maybe Tina Fey. Many of my favorite posts on CK are when I adopt a Dooce-ish tone.

(ZOMG, do you remember way back when I blogged about Dooce getting Dooced? No? Well, I do, because I am elderly in blog years. Good times. )

I think it’s interesting how a few of my answers focus on things that are funny. I claim to not enjoy funny things, but I think what I really mean is, “mainstream comedy does not typically appeal to me.” I don’t like most sitcoms and funny movies.

I do love to laugh.

When I was a child I wanted to be a comedian for a living. True story.

Rats retire from a sinking ship

I have been enjoying a budget blog called Early Retirement Extreme, written by Jacob – a man who semi-retired into financial independence at age 30.

How? Here’s a glimpse:

I don’t have a driver’s license, I don’t have any debt, I don’t live in a house, I cook everything from scratch, I cut my own hair, I practically never buy new or anything at all for that matter, I am not on any prescription medicines, and I am in great physical shape.

Essentially, he has eliminated the American addiction for conspicuous consumption from his financial diet, and it hasn’t left much else to spend on. I can definitely appreciate his no-frills approach to spending – even within my yuppy, metro life I’ve managed to live marginally.

For a more detailed analysis of how Jacob works his magic, see his recent post Your budget is like a sinking ship. He literally compares the average American budget to a ship, showing how you can plug the leaks. He also aggregates the spend on some common items – like clothing and furniture – across a lifetime, like so:

$2688 a year or a lifetime cost of more than $200,000 simply to have other people prepare your food. If the average income is, let’s say 40000 after tax, would you really want to work 5 years of your life just so you can eat a meal you didn’t make yourself a couple of times a week for the rest of your life?

While his simplistic living might seem beyond your ability to withstand, his bottom line can make sense for anyone – identify the quality of life that you want, and then plug the leaks.

The Church of Gaga

Communications blog Church of the Customer highlights the five ways Lady Gaga inspires fan loyalty, and they are spot-on.

No matter your sentiment on her music, Gaga’s outreach to fans has been nearly flawless from day one. Note that none of the five points involve buying or selling anything. What makes Gaga’s brand so powerful is she gives away a package of inclusiveness and mythology (not so dissimilar from Tori Amos’s strong success in the 90’s).

You’ve somehow been spared my intense Gaga addiction for the majority of the past year. Suffice to say, I am fully subscribed to her.

Bandcamp mixes modern distribution and musical artifacts

In world of digital downloads, what’s happening to the album – not only as a cohesive work, but as a physical product? Is it still relevant? Who wants to buy it?

Of all the people to contemplate that question, you wouldn’t expect one to be the founder of Bandcamp, the kick-ass digital music publishing platform that allows any band to adopt the recent Radiohead model of “pay what you will” and “choose your own file format.”

Yet, last month Bandcamp released their first ever physical record as an unlabel, an album by ukulele-ist Sophie Madeleine. It’s literally a record – a beautiful piece of red vinyl with screen-printed artwork, along with a digital download of the album. The release is limited to a mere 500 copies.

Not only is their unlabel model intriguing, and not only does founder Ethan Diamond have great taste in collateral (including Edward Tufte’s beautiful Visual Explanations), but the Bandcamp folks have a mind towards music as anthropology and not just noise:

[The album] must somehow be made into an object that every one of your fans has to own, has to hold while they listen to your music, and has to show to all of their friends. It must be transformed from a disposable good into something your fans will fetishize.

Ethan raises a point that will dominate this decade of music sales. People don’t cultivate large physical collections of music the way they used to. My friends are typically shocked when they witness the number of shelved CDs in my living room.

To get someone to buy an album instead of downloading its contents – legally or illegally – the media has to be more than a vehicle for the music. Record companies have it only half right when they stuff on video clips and re-purposed press kits. They tend to be of a “use once a destroy” value.

The whole point is to create something no one would destroy – something they want to keep, touch, share, and revisit.

Clearly, Bandcamp isn’t just about digital music distribution – it’s about musical modernism. Providing pain-free downloads and designing killer album packages both serve the same purpose: promoting music.

Disclosure: My new LP is available for download exclusively via Bandcamp, as is E’s band Filmstar’s first demo.

Blog Spotlight: Bluishorange Birthday

Today I’m giving a presentation about blogs – at my office!

Ten years ago at this moment I had no idea what a blog was. I don’t know if I had even heard the word. I would have told you it was crazy talk that I’d be throwing the word “ubiquitous” around a conference room paired with this zany, made-up word.

Ten years ago around this moment a 21-year-old in Texas named Alison started a blog called Bluishorange.

Bluishorange has been one of my favorite, go-to, must-read blogs in each one of those ten years. I’ve known Alison for longer than my wife! I have read literally every post she has ever written for ten years.

Alison shared her thoughts on the milestone, as well as an archive of her “Best of” posts.

My favorite posts are usually when Alison tells a story, or when she finds some thread in her life that is also woven into mine. Here are ten of my particular memories from ten years of blogging, in no order whatsoever:

  • her obsession with X-Files
  • an imaginary album cover
  • wading through waist-high floodwater
  • her breasts on a beer coaster
  • five things you didn’t know about her
  • a letter to Charlie Kaufman
  • 9/12/2001
  • a photo of her taking a photo
  • a story about her drawer (and jail)
  • why she watches tv (not for Jesus)

    Okay, one more: when she compared bug spray to whiskey.

    Happy birthday, Alison!

    Have you read Bluishorange? When did you start? What’s your favorite post?

  • February Funk

    I have a well-documented history of spending February indoors avoiding people and neglecting my creativity. I watch movies, play video games and berate myself for watching movies and playing video games rather than writing magnum opus blogs and an album.

    That the month is bisected by my dating anniversary with E – now eight years – doesn’t help matters. In fact, sometimes the intersection of anniversary with my shut-in status just re-emphasizes my desire to live the rest of my life as a hermit.

    If January is for resolutions, February is for malaise and self-hatred. I’m not sure if it’s a Virgo thing, but it’s as reliable as the sunrise.

    It helps my hermit case that I’ve just now shaken the remainder of a nasty bought of possible laryngitis. Also, our block remains under sixish inches of ice, and getting anywhere in the city has required about a mile walk to a reliably non-detoured form of public transit.

    Happily, this year I pulled myself away from Netflixing through Lost and playing Creeper World long enough for a Valentine’s brunch with E at one of my favorite upscale pubs, Nodding Head, where we were serenading by the jazz stylings of one of my favorite musicians, Alexandra Day.

    So, there’s my one social engagement for the month. There are ten days left, and I am already chalking them off as lost. Maybe if I can embrace the vast nothingness of this awful month then I can find some small delight in any minor progress I make as a person from within its icy grasp.

    Comfort Films

    I’ve been watching Star Wars for days.

    Lest you wonder, “You mean, instead of going to work?,” allow me to explain: I’m home sick for the second day in the row – a relative rarity for me.

    I’ll spare you the details and state simply that I’ve been relatively couchbound for over forty-eight hours, aside from when the constant heavy knocking on doors up and down my block (which I have begun to attribute to daytime drug deals), drove me to sloth up to the bed (there only having to contend with barking dogs).

    My non-sleeping couch time has been spent watching Star Wars: A New Hope. Not the ooky remastered version. No. The original, unretouched theatrical cut that comes as a bonus in the box set.

    I haven’t made it through it awake a single time, yet.

    When I was home sick as a child – as sick as I have been this week – the Beta machine was my only comfort. On it my mother had amassed copies of every possible children’s show or movie shown on VHF, UHF, or HBO from 1981 forward. Muppet Movies, The Last Unicorn, Flight of Dragons, Here Comes the Grump, Neverending Story, Dark Crystal, and many more that I can’t remember at the moment.

    And Star Wars

    Being sick in college wasn’t the same. When you’re sick you just want something you like. You want comfortable clothes, comfort ford, and comfort films. I’ve seen hundreds of movies since then, but none really qualify (save for maybe Lord of the Rings – we did have a tape of The Hobbit, after all).

    Having heard my stories of being home sick, E started buying me those movies on my first birthday when we were dating. We’ve continued to fill in the gaps over the years. Having just recently acquired the Star Wars Original Trilogy, all that remains outside of my grasp are the Muppet Movies.

    I know this is ridiculous, but I don’t think I would have gotten better so quickly without Star Wars. It kept me couched and calm, intermittently napping – just like it did twenty years ago. Only now in my more mobile state am I interested in modern fare.

    Do you have any comfort films?

    Take Me To Vegas, Baby!

    1. When I first bought the most recent Kings of Leon album – Only By Night – upon its release, the song I immediately gave five stars was “Use Somebody.”

    2. In September after two weeks of the NFL season I declared (to no one in particular) that the Superbowl would be between the Saints or the Vikings from the NFC against the Colts or Denver for the AFC.

    3. When Blogger.com launched Blogspot I reasoned (and frequently blogged) that Blogger was moving away from its core users that had previously driven word of mouth and feature development to appeal to a wider audience, and that eventually they would phase out the core users entirely. Today Blogger released an email stating that FTP support for domain blogs would end on March 26.

    Trolls Under the Bridge

    As I spend more time working on Social Media projects at work and at home, one of the most recurring topics is “Trolls.”

    It’s a broad topic. Trolls can be anything from vociferous-but-reasonable dissenters to people with an agenda of annoyance and an axe to grind. Each species merits a different reaction.

    The Air Force created a terrific Web Posting Response Assessment – effectively, a Troll Taxonomy Tool & Decision Tree – to aid in selecting a response. (Here is a PDF of a recent version, for your reference.)

    It’s a great tool – it distinguishes between several layers of negative responses. There are true “Trolls” (negative purely for the sake of it), but also responders are who “Misguided” (negative based on incorrect info) and “Unhappy” (negative based on a corresponding negative experience).

    This simple, one-page chart has been a sanity-saver on a few projects in 2009. It forced my teams to stop a cycle of second-guessing – evaluate, respond if-needed, and move on.

    That’s why my thoughts went to the assessment last night, when I received a comment notification on one of my videos. The comment was to the effect of “this dude can’t hit a note.”

    I tried to objectively place my responder in the tree. Clearly he had a negative experience listening to me. He’s also misguided, because I’m definitely hitting many notes quite well in the video, and his comment wasn’t subjective.

    Ultimately, though, he’s just a garden-variety Troll – spreading negativity for some intangible reason it’s impossible to dispute. So, per the Air Force, I’ll monitor it, but won’t respond.

    That’s the success of more than my crack Air Force training. Three or more years ago that sort of comment would cripple my confidence. I would probably apologize for his negative experience without ever assuming he was misguided. And I would stop playing the song, probably for months!

    Yesterday, he just made me smile. These days I’m a lot bigger than one or ten trollish comments. I sound how I want to sound; if I didn’t, I would have never posted the video.

    That’s the same confidence you must have in your brand to make good use of the Air Force tool. If you’re unsure of the product or service you’re offering, every dissent turns into a potentially reasonable complaint.

    From there, it’s all apologies, and you’ll be overrun with Trolls.

    Brown Bag Demos, Vol. 1

    I could write a post about how – even after a weekend primarily comprised of sleep – I am still a veritable vegetable after a week of near-all-nighters capped by two gigs.

    I could write about how perfect a storm my Tin Angel gig was, but how already I know it wasn’t enough to fulfill this year.

    I could write about a slew of interesting links I’ve flagged over the past two weeks.

    Instead, I am writing to let you know that my first proper album in nine years is released to the internet at large today – for free, for the moment.* I am exceedingly happy with it, and still on my walk home could find previously unheard nuances in each of my performances. 11/12 of it appeared originally on the blog, although 8/11 of that has been significantly remixed or remastered since its original appearance.

    Brown Bag Demos, Vol. 1

    It is called Brown Bag Demos, Vol. 1, as a nod to the lunch sacks E inspired me to distribute them in, and also in a nod to the fact that there will probably be more of these before the year is up. Hell, as Arcati Crisis we released three of them in 2008, so I have to match that before it’s even vaguely impressive.

    * It costs $3 for a physical copy at the moment, and I think I have it a bit backwards, because the physical one doesn’t have bonus tracks. But, the physical one does have the hours of hard labor, the stunning disc faces, and the hand-assembled brown-bag slipcase, so if you’re the sort of person who likes to own physical CDs $3 seemed like a reasonable threshold.

    Backstage at the Tin Angel

    Backstage at the Tin Angel

    In the bathroom at the Tin Angel, about to go on. There seem to be a lot of people here. Oh my.

    Flip Video Hell

    Good news: wallet found!

    Bad news: still in video encoding hell.

    Since I’m sure someone else on the face of the internet is experiencing this issue, allow me to expand:

    My project: Shoot video with my Flipcam while I record audio in my home studio. After mixing the audio, sync it to the video in Adobe Premiere for a studio-quality music video to post to YouTube.

    Sounds straight-forward, yes?

    The Flip is certainly straight-forward – about the size of a pack of cigarettes and operates with a single button. Its 1280×720 isn’t the crispest, but it does well in all sorts of lighting conditions, and can absorb loud sound at concerts without clipping.

    That said, the sound is still through a relatively tinny single mic, so adding stereo multi-track audio from my studio marks a vast improvement.

    The problem comes when I import the MP4 into Adobe Premiere. It looks beautiful! However, its timing is every so slightly off – compared to the audio track the video falls increasingly behind. The difference is less than a second, but enough to ruin the visual sync of the audio to the video.

    Not only is it visible against the video, but you can hear it via an increasing echo if you turn up the audio from the Flip. And after encoding the problem seems even more pronounced.

    I’ve been trouble-shooting this for 72 hours, and I can’t discern the source of the problem. So far, I have:

  • Installed, uninstalled, and reinstalled all of my various video codecs
  • Tried encoding the end project in a number of formats
  • Tried editing with multi-threading on my system turned on and off
  • Tried converting the Flip video to other formats prior to editing

    At the moment I am truly and completely stumped. On one hand, it could be that I’m simply not unpacking the MP4 file correctly into a format that I can edit with.

    However, my growing suspicion is that the Flip is dropping and/or inserting some frames, and it would only take one or two “skips” to throw the video off several milliseconds against my audio recording.

    I lucked out on Monday with “Icy Cold,” which lags just a hair, but since then I’ve been completely frustrated.

    Unless some video superhero comes through with an explanation and a fix it looks like I’ll be hawking my Flip to step up to a more pro-sumer model for my upcoming projects.

    Updated: Comments from my personal video superhero, Colin, of SeptaWatch.

    MPEG is a compressed format, meaning it uses a combination of dropped frames + keyframes to make up for the lack of real data. When you “decompress” the MPEG, those frames are gone forever, so they have to be recreated. This is an imprecise science. Since the Flip is recording compressed video, you’re not recording with any sort of frame-by-frame accuracy.

    The songwriter’s job is never done, eh?

    PS: Could it be the audio that’s off? It’s possible, but not probable – I’ve been using Cubase for over two years, and my DAW is customized for it. It’s certainly not a logical explanation

  • Unsynced

    I’m supposed to have another video posted for you in an hour or two.

    In fact, I do have a video. It’s awesome – more HD, more brand new digital audio, and a song overdue for re-recording.

    Except, the sync is off.

    Not the whole time, mind you – just starting from about 1:50. I seem to be moving progressively slower than I’m making noise, until at the end of the video I seem to be lip-synching in delayed reaction to a performing Peter positioned somewhere off-screen.

    However, that’s not really the case. At least, not in Adobe Premiere when I’m editing the video. There it is crystal clear and perfectly aligned.

    Digital video editing is new to me, and I approached it like any other technical skill I’ve acquired in my life – I started doing it blindly and learned more with every mistake. Codecs, lots of mistakes there. Frame rates and aspect ratios, more mistakes. Exporting, metric tons of mistakes.

    I’m pretty sure the syncing is not my mistake, as determined by an unreal number of hours of scientific trial and error. Even the almighty Google doesn’t have a lot of light to shed on the situation.

    That leaves me on day two of my new project with no product. Honestly, it would have been less frustrating if this happened on day one.

    Also, my iPod forgot all of my ratings from yesterday, I think my wallet was stolen on the bus, and I had a dream that Karen O. was following me around the house singing the first verse of “Man” over and over…

    …and if that sounds entertaining to you then you clearly are not having the day I am having.

    Daily Demo: Icy Cold

    Here’s a brand new HD video of “Icy Cold” with beautiful hi-fi multi-track soundboard audio. It comes with a story.

    Okay, story-time.

    Ten years ago (less 24 days) I was a freshman in college, and I wrote a song called “Icy Cold.”

    It was an odd one – very oblique lyrics in one of my more unusual alternate tunings (at the time) made it a challenge to sing and play. I left it off my 2000 demo CD Other Plans and, curiously, also did not consider it for my 2001 studio disc Relief. It remained bound to my apartment, where it factored in to a few of my favorite Trio recordings.

    Around the same time I wrote “Icy Cold” – 86th in a rapidly-expanding list of songs – I decided that it was time for me to start playing shows.

    Being rather ignorant as to what that entailed, I assumed that I would just phone up a local, mostly-acoustic venue where people I liked frequently played and explain that I wrote tons of awesome songs, and then they would invite me to play. (Later, after my initial flush of success, I could upgrade to playing the TLA or the Electric Factory).

    The Tin Angel being the only local mostly-acoustic venue that I knew of at the time, I sussed out their booking information and rang them up.

    That was the extent of my year-2000 booking experience at the Tin Angel. No follow-up. No booking. No flush of success.

    To be fair, I would have been an utter disaster. I know some people so wonderful that their first ever show was at the Tin, but I was not that kind of wonderful in 2000. Sure, I had the awesome songs, but I could just barely sing, and I was playing a guitar that didn’t even especially stay in tune!

    Over the course of the past ten years I’ve done a lot to rectify my singing and guitar-playing issues, and I’ve played in a lot of amazing Philly venues – including the Tin Angel, as part of a showcase with Arcati Crisis. Yet, I’ve never fulfilled that original goal of ten years ago – being featured solo on the bill at the Tin.

    Well, that’s going to happen on Friday at 10:30 p.m., so when it came to choosing the first song to post in 2010 in this glorious new HD audio/video combo format it seemed natural to choose “Icy Cold” – especially given the slights it experienced in 2000 and 2001.

    Plus, it’s really freaking cold out.

    That’s my story.

    PS: I owe the hugest possible shout-out to Tim Jahn for explaining Adobe Premiere Pro compression codecs to me via Twitter at the eleventh hour (literally) to make this beautiful video possible. Tim writes a blog of occasional, thought-provoking bulletins that I have been enjoying for months. You can also follow him on Twitter.

    What I Tweeted, 2010-01-03 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

    Quotes of the week:

    I'd like to see one Best Albums of 09 list topped with an actual solid, listenable, loveable album, and not just alterna-flavors of the year #

    While getting my music out into the world takes a fair amount of practice and effort, I can keep my blog going by sheer force of will. #

    Awesome tool for volunteer PR RT @JDEbberly RT @sylviahubbard1: Publicity Planner for 2010. Authors yr gonna love this! http://bit.ly/79PJnF #

    @SarahPsyDeal When it comes to Pizza Hut, I lose all semblance of self-preservation instincts. Only the pizza matters. in reply to SarahPsyDeal #

    Dear Universe: Please lend me about $750 so I can buy all of the amazing 2009 albums I so blithely missed upon date of release. Best – Peter #

    My wife, the (dessert) pyro. http://twitpic.com/vtcw0 #

    If I was on a label the job of the design intern in the doghouse would be to lasso out my hair. Since I'm indie, that's my job. #

    South Philly Fowl http://twitpic.com/w30ws #

    @NotGiamatti Clue is the best movie ever made. I almost themed my wedding after it, but we couldn't decide which parent would be Mr. Boddy. in reply to NotGiamatti #

    Reminder: Candy Canes are not medicinal in nature. i.e., No, Peter, it is not the same as taking an antacid. #

    Happy New Year! I shaved my mustache for our New Year's Kiss because THAT IS HOW GREAT A HUSBAND I AM. #

    @SarahPsyDeal Every year I would swear I'll get ripped for the music fest & play a set with my shirt off. Please achieve that dream for me. in reply to SarahPsyDeal #

    Possibly the best part of recording video while I record audio is capturing all of the awesome moments where I scream obscenities at myself. #

    If I ever forget why it is that I want to be playing music I can usually re-kindle it in the span of three live tracks from Ani DiFranco. #

    You should follow me on Twitter so you can read my tweet action as it happens.

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    2010, pass or fail

    In perusing the new year’s resolutions of my bloggy and tweety friends, I’ve noticed a lot of hate on 2009.

    I suppose a lot of terrible things happened to a lot of people last year, which makes me almost embarrassed to admit it was pretty awesome for me. I don’t have to explain why, because you’re reading my blog, AKA Peter’s Awesomeness Tracker (e.g., wedding, Paris, music festival, skydiving, #bdc, etc).

    I also accomplished a lot of personal goals. Not resolutions, mind you – intangible, mutable agreements with yourself that you might choose to honor on any given day. No, real goals – like, “Keep a balanced budget,” “Record X songs,” and “Convert home office to recording studio.” And each goal came with an associated amount of points, altogether adding up to 100 – which meant I could grade myself on my year.

    (I know, right? Only I would take delight in making new year’s resolutions into an academic endeavor with a grade.)

    I didn’t get a 100% on 2009, or even a C. It was more of a pass/fail thing, and I certainly didn’t fail – in grade or in the obscene amount of important things I accomplished.

    The goals were good for something else, too – they let me know what wasn’t important. If I cannot bring myself to tag the last 800 posts from CK’s first three months even with my grade hanging on the line, it’s just not gonna happen.

    I kept that in mind as I designed my 2010 goals. I focused less on esoteric personal requirements and more on things I could accomplish and view a product of.

    It’s hardly a secret that many of my goals are related to my music – over a third! Last year one of my big goals was to get out regularly to open mics, which I did! For 2010 one of the biggest goals, with the most associated points, is playing shows where I am featured on the bill.

    What a coincidence, then, that I am playing my first solo gig at the Tin Angel this Friday.

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    I have some more to say about that (CLEARLY!!!!!), but it will keep until the week begins.

    Tuesday Tech Links

    Here’s the techier side of the links I re-remaindered out of last night’s remainders post.

    Why did Duke Nukem’ Forever take forever? I’ve read some great articles on this vaporware legend (my fav example of which I cannot seem to track down), but none with a line so succinct and close-to-home as this one:

    t’s a dilemma all artists confront, of course. When do you stop creating and send your work out to face the public? Plenty of Hollywood directors have delayed for months, dithering in the editing room. But in videogames, the problem is particularly acute, because the longer you delay, the more genuinely antiquated your product begins to look — and the more likely it is that you’ll need to rip things down and start again.

    Substitute “pop music” for “video games” and you have the story of Chinese Democracy, or my long-promised LP. (Via Daring Fireball).

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    Indie acousta-rocker Scott Andrew got tired of trying to sync his blog to MySpace, so he wrote an app for that.

    I’ve been seeing little boxes from LaLa on just about every blog albums-of-the-year/decade list, proffering handy audio samples. Apparently Apple just bought the La^2, and in the process scuttled a longstanding CD swap service. This is notable because they backed out of it in (what I considered to be) an apologetic, helpful fashion. Take note, MySpace/iMeem.

    Via Contentious: An E-Book Buyer’s Guide to Privacy charts what personal info different eBook services can track. This chart should be combined with “An E-Book Buyer’s Rights” guide that talks about what privileges can be rescinded by each service. For example, if you replace your Kindle it will not reload your purchased periodicals.

    (For the record, I am anti-eBook – if I wanted to read something I don’t own from a screen I’d just keep sitting in front of my laptop.)

    Also via the same Contenious post: Backupify to back up your Twitter, FaceBook, and Gmail … for free. That is, sign up for it now, get a grandfathered freebie account even when the service switches over to a paid model. Quote from Backupify president: “[S]torage is cheap while customer acquisition is very expensive.”

    Smart guy.

    In a similar vein: Download videos from YouTube with Gazzump I come and go on the usefulness of this service. I used to want to sit on my own personal archive of everything. While I still feel that way about my audio collection, I think I’ve sacrificed video to the cloud. Still, handy.

    Finally, not strictly a tech link, but: The Flag of Earth.

    Monday Evening Remainders

    Blogs were good this past week, so let’s get right to it, shall we?

    100 Days puts a fine point on your fuzzy resolutions – can you pick ONE THING to do for 100 days in a row? Easier than a year, but harder than aiming scattershot at many different things. For Day 25 Matthew Sheret left a note for a girl whose heart he broke.

    Similar is Chris Brogan’s concept of a goalbox, and advice on how to stay on target.

    The intersection between that and 100 Days is something close to how I manage my yearly goals, but I like the simplicity of each – things there I can still employ.

    The Ghostvillage Project populated an abandoned 1970s village with vivid artwork.

    Why Up! was not one of the best films of 2009. Includes a rare (but accurate) critique on Pixar’s paucity of strong female characters. Helen Parr aside, it’s quite a boy’s club in their films.

    Sugru is like sculpty or silly putty, but with the express intent of being used to augment existing objects in a permanent way (think: smoothing a rough edge, adding extra padding, filling a chip). Also cool: Gyrowheel, a training-wheels replacement that uses gyroscopic force to keep the bike upright. That would make you the coolest four-year old on the blog, guaranteed.

    Why The Simpsons no longer matters. Goes beyond the currently in-vogue Simpsons-hate to talk about how the early-Simpsons experience can’t be replicated on television anymore. (via Kevin Smokler)

    Kottke (and many others) posted a link to Jim Lehrer’s rules of journalism. I really ought to keep a folder of these “required reading for J-school” things in case I’m ever teaching a class in J-school (heaven forbid).

    Monday Evening Remainders

    I really need to get better at discharging links more expediently. At the moment sifting for true gold is an all-evening prospect.

    Kevin Smokler highlights eight awesome facts about Michelle Lynn Johnson, AKA Me’shell Ndegeocello.

    Do you feel like your eyes are bigger than your stomach? Well, maybe your eyes and stomach are the same, and the food just got bigger.

    Andre Torrez establishes seemingly unattainable resolutions, like not buying books for an entire year. For 2010 he is only listening to newly released music. I will gladly abet him in that quest.

    James Franco, on Soap Opera as performance art:

    I disrupted the audience’s suspension of disbelief, because no matter how far I got into the character, I was going to be perceived as something that doesn’t belong to the incredibly stylized world of soap operas. Everyone watching would see an actor they recognized, a real person in a made-up world.

    Genius. I love anything that alters an audience’s perception of art based on peripheral factors. See also: Brecht, Dresden Dolls, Lady GaGa. (via Kottke)

    Also via K: a couple paints what they want, then sells the painting for the price of what they want, then buys what they want. Ingenious, no?

    Stumped for a gift for a precious or precocious kid on your list? Get them a pad and some crayons, and spend some time with them on Christmas drawing monsters. Then, have their favorite monster made for them.

    Debbie Millman, one of my favorite bloggers and role models, is launching both a book and a television pilot. Both worth seeing.

    Who Sampled lets you figure out where that sampled hook came from (or, if the song you want to sample has been oversampled already). (via Fresh Arrival)

    Seth Godin’s blog is a goldmine of best-practice thinking and tools. Recently, a post chock full of personal to-do list web apps. Loves it.

    Speed Tracer is a Google Chrome extension that can help you figure out what’s slowing your page load. Remember when every page had to be smaller than 20k? Good times (via Lifehacker).

    PS: I have switched over to Chrome full-time for personal browsing. LOVE. And this is coming from a lifelong Mozilla devotee.

    Time for bed; another AC video in the a.m.

    What I Tweeted, 2009-12-20 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

    Peter the RivetterQuotes of the week:

    As soon as a song hits the radio it #isplayedout. Radio is where good songs go to die, not where they can be found. #

    Almost 10yrs ago I had a close internet friend in a coma. I wrote a song for her that her friend played by her bed. She WOKE UP days later. #
    Did she wake up because of my song? Probably not. But my positive energy was there to greet her when her eyes opened. #

    Together we're so much more powerful than cancer. We can connect the experiences of all of the survivors, families, & lovers to crush cancer #

    Withering take-down of the Table-Games bill in PA by @philebrity-award winning blog The Clog: http://bit.ly/6e8qJ8 #

    I apparently used two days' worth of voice last night, because I sound like a cave troll this morning. But, in a healthy, non-raspy way. #
    Soon I will be like Bono and need to travel everywhere wearing a humidifying mask. #

    [Re: Breeding Dragons] @anniemal Not sure about the fire-breathing, but I say we start with crocodiles and eagles and see where it takes us. in reply to anniemal #

    Dear Adam Levine: You sing like a duck. Yes, a very rangey duck, but still a duck. It takes more studio magic than anyone should need to fix #

    Hoping our performance of Falling Slowly tonight will be as gorgeous as this: http://bit.ly/6KitbX (I'll be playing piano!) #

    Ladies & awesome-haired gentlemen, I need advice: How do I keep my perfectly curly locks safe and plump for the show on my walk? A bonnet? #
    I currently look a lot like Rosie the Riveter. #
    I am only showing you this because I love @drew and he said, "pics or it didn't happen" http://twitpic.com/u8luj #

    B T Dubs, my hair is AMAZING – beyond expectations. I am seeking a room lit well enough to capture its amazing texture and depth on camera. #

    Safely home! Involved lifting a sheet of ice as big as my torso & pushing Gina's car 30ft down the street. You know, standard Arcati Crisis. #

    Wow, and here's a quote about my life: RT @laermer One man's proofreading is another's glance! in reply to laermer #

    I had to trade her a future 1am Wendy's run for this trip to Avatar. Hopefully worth it. #

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    Highlighted topics/conversations:

  • Amanda Palmer & My Doomed Song
  • Getting ready for, trudging through snow to arrive at, and playing the Shubin Theatre Holiday Revue
  • Indie Band Vocal Critique

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  • What I Tweeted, 2009-12-13 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

    Quotes of the week:

    If you had to pay $1/yr to follow each person, how many would you follow? Think less about overall spend, more about who/what is worth it. #

    I'm like The String Whisperer – I always know when my set is about to start breaking. #

    This day was supposed to get progressively easier. It should not feel like I am being beat about the head with a communications shovel. #

    Oh: "She's kinda fat for the cover of Fitness." "Honey, it's a fitness magazine, not Emaciation Weekly." "I'd subscribe to that." #

    Random childhood memory: jungle boat ride at Disney, age 5. Fell in love with 6yr-old girl across from me. Relationship never consummated. #

    Um, #blamedrewscancer just won a phucking @philebrity award and I got on stage and said stuff extemporaneously AND HUGGED JOE SWEENEY. OMFG. #

    How does Philadelphia hold all of these amazing people? And, when you meet them you say, "You are awesome, why don't I know you already?" #

    Elise thinks that the American Red Cross should team up w/TwiHards across the country to throw special midnight vampire-themed blood drives. #

    Highlighted topics/conversations: PANMA Party / Phileb Awards, Filmstar in NYC

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    Adventures in Adulthood

    The past ten days have been an adventure – from the unreality of the Imogen Heap and Lady Gaga concerts to the front seat of our car parked in Chinatown a few hours ago.

    It felt right to end it sitting on a bedroom floor with E, her sister with her delightful boyfriend, and appearances of an adrenaline-filled little brother and an exhausted dad, both visiting from the cast party downstairs.

    I can find a myriad of reasons to be unhappy. I’ll grant that I used to be better at it, but growing up and getting things that you’ve always wanted for yourself takes the edge off. Still, even all married and with a fulfilling job and being a part time rock star I can make myself miserable. Just ask the me of two Monday’s ago.

    I say that by way of contrast: when I’m happy, I know it. I clap my hands. I laugh. I love my hair. I say delirious things that get tweeted if Britt or Amanda are anywhere near me. I break out into Rent in the middle of E’s dad’s foyer, high school girls tittering as they walk past.

    Those kids sealed the deal for me. I turned around to talk to E and between us was one of the leadz from the play – imperial and larger than life last night, but tiny, young, and fragile between us. I finally got to tell her how awesome she was. She grinned, thanked me, and then yelled, “Steeeeeeeve, where do I get water in your house?”

    She was oblivious, moving through space effortlessly just like she did on stage last night. I never knew how to do that as a teenager. If I was happy, it was fleeting, and if I moved through space effortlessly it was because I forgot myself.

    I could not have possibly pictured this life as a teenager, sitting on the floor with a partner and siblings I love, laughing louder than the combined forty teenagers downstairs.

    Next time I’m feeling grumpy, awful, unhappy, hateful … just remind me about these ten days.

    It’s good enough for whales, dude.

    We just got through sitting in our parked car eating dumplings, a queer little Saturday night date in the midst of this insanity of rock shows and serious theatre and made up awards.

    Based on two visits, I love nearly everything from Vanessa’s Dumpling House on Eldridge Street, but my shrimp dumplings were not what I expected. I’m not sure what that expectation was, but it wasn’t a dumpling with dozens of teeny shrimp all nestled inside with no seasoning to speak of.

    Ever since I saw District 9 I’ve been a little leery of shrimp eating, and the dumpling of a thousand shrimps was not making the shrimp-eating experience any less ooky.

    I turned to E for some comfort.

    P: These dumplings have, like, thousands of tiny shrimp inside of them. It’s a little creepy.
    E: Like sea monkeys!
    P: You’re not helping.
    E: Or krill!
    P: Okay, now I’m done.
    E: Hey, it’s good enough for whales, dude.

    E and the band were pretty good, although I can already tell she’s not going to like the video because she wasn’t happy with her vocals (she’s been pretty sick since Thursday). Every time I mention a good spot she has a bad spot to match.

    I’m always inconsolable after a performance, for better or for worse. Either I know in my heart it was awful, and no coaxing can convince me otherwise, or I’m sure I was excellent and need no further discussion on the topic (Monday being a prime example).

    I won’t rattle her cage any further about it being good or not. We’re off to peek into bro’s cast party to catch up with various sibling units before bed.

    Filmstar @ Fontana’s

    I am in Fontana’s in the middle of Chinatown in New York waiting for Filmstar to play, and Emily Cavanagh is talking to me from the stage.

    Well, not just me, but it might as well be, because she has that kind of stage presence where she is drawing us in instead of pushing herself out.

    We are in the midst of a Santa bar crawl, she informs me, clad in a short red skirt and candy cane striped, fur-trimmed arm warmers.

    Emily’s three piece is fun and jazzy, and I am marveling at the merry-go-round of NYC music. I might hate it here (not really) (okay, really), but there’s such a wide range of music to hear. I mean, there’s a show with this fun jazzy stuff followed by Elise and the band glam-rocking through a Filmstar set.

    I don’t feel like that happens in Philadelphia. It’s still more segregated – the jazz kids stay on the jazz side of the line, the acoustic kids hang out with their own, and the bands drive the big shows.

    There are more Santas here by the minute. The room is now filled with Santas. Some are bearded and authentic, while others are half-hearted in hats and vests or just striped stockings.

    Emily is kind of killing it, first with “Branch,” then “Down the Line,” and something about “Sunday Morning.” I think I’m going to have to say hello to her.

    But, first I have to go sit in our parked car and give the appearance of knowing how to drive a car, because our parking pass expires three minutes before parking is free. And god help me if anyone calls that bluff, because I don’t think I know the window wiper fluid from the gas pedal.

    Doppelgangers

    Tonight we saw Elise’s brother depict Orsino in his high school’s performance of Twelfth Night.

    Don’t worry, I’m not going to recap high school theatre at length for you. At least, not just yet. First, I have to tell you about my doppelganger.

    Basically, there is a kid that is friends with E’s brother, and he looks and talks and moves just like me. He’s even inappropriately loud at all the wrong moments, just like I was (but am not as much anymore).

    Every possible person has commented about it. E’s mom thinks we look alike. Someone else in the show saw me in the audience and thought he/I had snuck out from backstage.

    It’s uncanny. I didn’t have the curly hair back then, he has a better nose, and I don’t think he is under the impression that he is David Bowie, but otherwise he is a relative spitting image of me.

    It’s a little unsettling, if only because E’s brother reminds me of me enough to begin with (mostly intellectually, and in wishful thinking, because I wished I was him when I was in high school), but then to have another person remind me of me, and to have the two of them be buds and gallivanting around on-stage, is kind of mind-collapsing.

    Also, Twelfth Night itself is a play of doppelgangers and doubles. It’s possibly my favorite Shakespeare comedy because it moves briskly and doesn’t require much suspension of belief. The troupe did it in the style of commedia dell’arte, which meant they all played as archetypal models, and nearly all wore elaborate masks. They also played a collection of found and real instruments, and did some offstage singing to score the scenes.

    We did a commedia-style show my freshman year – the brilliant A Company of Wayward Saints – and it was also great. There’s something about the reductiveness of the archetypes that makes it easy to bring amazing scenes to life – like it’s easier to just sink into the character without thinking too much about it.

    We also did the found-music thing in Bretch’s Good Woman of Setzuan, a process well-documented in the annals of the blog.

    Basically, bro just did my two most technically challenging collegiate shows wrapped up along with Shakespeare AS A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT, and knocked it out of the park. As did my doppelganger, and all of their castmates.

    They’re pretty cool.