A belated much-thanks to TDavid for having me on his radio show last night! Though i was invited to talk about Blogathon, the conversation ranged from the difficulty in promoted internet events to the spectacle of American Idol to the etymology of Blog to the permanent nature of porn on the internet. I had a terrific time (did you know that i used to want to be a radio personality when i grew up?), and i always love the opportunity to get the word out about the ‘thon. However, trying to explain the history behind the title “Crushing Krisis” live on the air left me a little flustered.
Make sure to tune into David during the thon — he’ll be doing a live radio show a 7am EST / 4am PST that I will be calling into, possibly with a song!
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Meet Ariel Meadow Stallings. She is a blogger of some note and repute, but i really only know her as a commenter on Little Yellow Different. Apparently, she’s also an occasional contributor to the (now defunct?) Shift magazine, which i had never even heard of before today. Her latest contribution was an article about small-time blogger Helen-Jane, who was hired (yes, hired) to blog on the behalf of a movie starring real famous people!
How, you ask, did a little-known blogger get flown across the country to do such high-profile weblogging? Simple: star on Ernie Hsuing‘s reality-based Blind Date Blog this past year, which i ostensibly served as a color commenter on, along with Cyan Pictures president Josh Newman. That makes Helen and i both alum of the same fantastic blog empire! So, theoretically i connect to Helen-Jane here. However, let’s keep moving…
The movie, I Love Your Work, stars Christina Ricci, Vince Vaughn, Jason Lee, and Elvis Costello. The index page of its website, to my vague disbelief, is literally Helen-Jane’s daily log from the set (which is also covered in this Salon article). The move site provides a link to Helen’s personal webpage and there, in her top-left-sidebar box she highlights what she is currently “listening to.” And, what, you ask, is she listening to?
None other than Peter Mulvey, my personal favorite folk-rock hero and my mainstay musical influence — not to mention being one of the few people on earth who owns both of my demo cds as well as occasionally talking to me from on-stage about his bottom-end. So to speak.
The internet: a small damn world afterall.
Finally… they actually managed to nominate some people for best-non-weblog content that actually have good non-weblog content.
Of course, i am still better… (actually, i’m a wee obsessed with Photojunkie at the moment… two things especially: his archives are sorted by which camera he used, and his last series of pictures was all of local singer-songwriters. How neat is that!)
I’m not much of a fan of pornography. I have always been a bit of a feminist and, even though i know that it’s a stock argument, i typically find porn distasteful primarily because of how degrading it is towards women. There’s just something about selling the image of submissiveness, passivity, eager willingness, or nymphomania as something for men to get off too that bothers me. Of course, i don’t really have much of a daily interaction with porn, other than the inexplicably endless stream of advertisements for it that i receive every morning when i check my email. Reading the incredibly entertaining True Porn Clerk Stories, i found myself wondering What would i do if i worked in a porn store? I mean, other than get hit on by all the guys picking up twink videos. The fact of the matter is, i’m not sure how i would react to the often times disturbing or disgusting videos that were brought up to the counter, or how i would reconcile my feminism with what i was selling. Ali Davis does both in her stories, in a way that is both amusing and honestly very thought-provoking. A very high-quality read (blogged from Tweebiscuit, who i hadn’t read in a long time).
Via the very-hilarious Darn Tootin’: Ecospheres are the absolutely perfect gift for so many different people that i still have to buy for that i almost don’t care that the cheapest model is $80. How can you go wrong with a desk ornament that has an entire living world of sea-creatures inside of it that you never need to take care of? Yes, it’s sea-monkey’s without the awful plastic tank and the awful inevitable death-stink. Or, in the words of the immortal Carl Sagan: “You even wonder if it’s cruel to put them in this crystal prison. But you reassure yourself that at least here they are safe from whales and oil slicks and cocktail sauce.” Cool, eh?