Molly Templeton is the arts and music editor for Eugene Weekly.
I have a confession to make.
I'm a bookmark junkie.
What happens is simple: I'm strolling along on the information (overload) superhighway (dirty allway) and something catches my eye. "Oooh!" I think to myself. "That looks interesting! But too long to stop and read/listen/respond to right now."
Tick! goes the little plus button. And the list is lengthened. And then again. And again. And sometimes I go back and the links are no longer there. (An episode of "The Leonard Lopate Show" from 2005 on which one of my former bosses makes an appearance, though, is still there for my eventual listening pleasure.)
Let's see what we can dredge up, shall we?
â€¢ Apartment Therapy. Boy, this'd be awesome if I were rich. As it is, I'm just envious.
â€¢ An interview with the cast of X-Men 3 from Comic Book Resources. Too depressing to read; can't seem to get past the Brett Ratner quotes at the beginning, no matter how often I try.
â€¢ "Up With Grups" from New York magazine. I've read this one, actually, but I keep it around to make myself feel better about my eventual future as a grown-up of some sort. Even though some of the people described are really quite annoying.
â€¢ Self-Discipline. Clearly something I am never, ever going to read.
â€¢ Chernobyl: Time Coverage. The kind of thing I fully intend to read so as to further my knowledge of events that happened when I was too young to read much about them. Alas, "fully intend to read" does not often equal "read."
â€¢ Newsarama talks to Matt Fraction about The Five Fists of Science. Yes, there are a lot of comic-related links in my jumbled bookmarks. Some of them are even sorted into a special folder. I love comics. But I usually wait until the library has them to read them. And I've forgotten to check on this one. So ... yeah.
â€¢ Language Log discusses how one ought to pluralize MacBook Pro. Language Log makes me feel stupid.
â€¢ Roger Sutton, editor-in-chief of The Horn Book (and one of my most favorite people in all of children's literature, which is one of my most favorite things) offers a superb quote worthy remembering on the difference between critics and regular people.
â€¢ Mark Jenkin's entertaining street installations (don't miss the parking meters turned into lollipops).
â€¢ Perry Bible Fellowship: Get your mean on. When you find the one about the unicorn, give me the link, OK?
I've got to stop this now; I keep finding unread links to stories about productivity, self-discipline and the like. Perhaps the bookmarks need a quick cull before I drag any more of them into the light.
Good lord, it's almost Halloween!
OK, no, not really. But it is the day of the first press release from Portland's Pumpkin Patch, home of the five-acre MAiZE. Yes, spelled like that. It's a little silly, but the actual maze is nothing of the sort. At least if you go during the last three weekends in October, when it's haunted. Some friends and I headed out to the maze a couple of years ago and found ourselves giggling hysterically for a good couple of hours while covered in mud (flip-flops are a no-no; I wound up barefoot, my feet getting an accidental mud bath). We got lost, we chatted up monsters, we got the crap scared out of us a couple of times, and we accidentally almost got a monster in trouble (we thought he had a flask). Remember, kids, the maze is as interactive as you make it. Engage the monsters in conversation! Especially the lonely ones near the end. They just aren't appreciated enough.
Oh, yeah: There's also a 30-foot hay pyramid. What?
Need something meaty to read this morning? Try "The Road to Clarity," The New York Times Magazine's six-page story about highway sign fonts. (Use BugMeNot if you don't have a NYT login and it asks for one.)
I'm still on page one, but here's what makes it relevant to Eugeneans:
The typeface is the brainchild of Don Meeker, an environmental graphic designer, and James Montalbano, a type designer. ... As a teenager in Portland, Ore., Meeker ran a small business out of his parentsâ€™ house making signs for local stores, cutting letters out of Plexiglas with a band saw. He majored in fine art at the University of Oregon and went on to get a masterâ€™s degree in graphic and industrial design at Pratt Institute in New York.
Fonts have been in the news a surprising bit lately, between this story and the documentary Helvetica. And then there's Achewood's nastily funny anti-Comic Sans cartoon. (Don't use that font. Ever. Same goes for Mistral and Grunge, but those are my own personal hatreds. Comic Sans is the enemy.)
Good books are not conducive to a proper amout of sleep. Do you hear me, Craig Thompson? I was going to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but then I picked up Blankets and seeing as I was about three-quarters of the way through ... I just kept reading.
And then I couldn't sleep. It's a truly beautiful, heartbreaking, sad, lovely, hopeful book, and it strikes me as an intensely brave work of art, too. Just gorgeous. I also adore Thompson's earlier book, Good-Bye, Chunky Rice, which is one of those things that calls up a very specific memory for me: Sprawling on a blanket in a patch of spring sun in New York's Tompkins Square Park with a pile of comics my friend Toby had lent me. I also read Queen and Country: Operation Broken Ground that day, if memory serves, but it was the story of Chunky Rice, a turtle, and his best friend Dandel that had me sniffling and smiling at the same time. Thompson has a remarkable (though that word is too mellow) knack for the melancholy, the kind of story where change is inevitable, even necessary, but no less painful for that.
But now it's morning, and my coffee cup is empty, and that must mean I've found some interesting reading online, right? Well, sorta. Just a couple of things, really.
â€¢ First, something droolworthy: root beer float cupcakes. The same site has recipes for things like pear and bleu cheese cupcakes, which also, not-so-oddly, appeal to me.
â€¢ And droolworthy in another way is this set of images from and commentary on the original Oz books at BiblioOdyssey. The site also links to The Wonderful Wizard of Oz online at the Library of Congress, but I'm not clicking on that because, well, I need to do some work today. If only books were still this stunning.
â€¢ The Village Voice explores Rudy Giuliani's Five Big Lies about 9/11. I'm sticking this link here despite having not yet read the story, because I think the topic is important (and thus you should read it) and because I want to sit down and read it carefully and in-depth (and thus I don't want to forget about it).
â€¢ You realize Stardust opens today, right? And that you should go see it? Walk away from Daddy Day Camp! Don't be tempted by Rush Hour 3!
â€¢ If you need more Harry Potter in your life (and honestly, I still do), here are Christopher Hitchens' and Stephen King's takes on the end of the tale. (I confess, I usually can't bear King's Entertainment Weekly column, but I'll give this one a read.)
And with that, dear readers, my need for caffeine has begun to outweigh my love for browsing for more links. These are still pretty ordindary links, from pretty ordinary sources, and I realize that; I've got to get in the swing of things and start finding some funky stuff. Feel free to send in suggestions!
(Also, when I've had more coffee? Links get more commentary.)
From the San Francisco Chronicle comes this utterly brilliant and deeply funny Violet Blue column about Conservative Sexual Fetishes. A tiny, tasty sample:
"Promoting abstinence as a truism over accurate sex information actually acts as a magic golden force field carried by beautiful fairies (the straight kind) to prevent you and everyone who agrees with you from getting HIV/AIDS."
I think I love her. It's a long column, and it's almost this good the whole way through.
Yawwwwwn ... OK, time for more coffee. But first! A few interesting things crossed my Safari tabs this morning as a result of the usual roundup of blogs (apologies to those via whom I found these sites but then didn't credit - I lost track of my tabs. Bad Molly, no cookie! Except for the cookies sitting at our reception area and calling my name, anyway):
â€¢ At The Frontal Cortex, Jonah Lehrer discusses "the hedonists inside our head" that urge people to do pleasure-now, pain-later things like sign up for sub-prime mortgages (don't worry; I didn't know what one of those was either, and the article was still interesting). (Via the usual: BoingBoing.)
â€¢ On Slashdot, herejackback pulls together a summary of the current fracas going on over at LiveJournal (one of my favorite sites for reading various RSS feeds, but boy, do they have issues). I hesitate to make an attempt at summarizing this one â€” it's massive and sprawling and getting bigger by the day â€” but there's a great icon floating about LJ as a direct result of this debate: "LiveJournal: Some terms of service are more equal than others."
â€¢ The Frugalist offers 147 Tiny Tips to Live Healthier, Happier, Greener and Better. Well, they offered this back in May, but I just found it and it's always relevant, right?
â€¢ Did we mention we have this ballot thing going on? You might have heard of it; it's called Best of Eugene? It's a readers' poll? And WE LIKE IT WHEN YOU VOTE. Once, I mean. Just once. We don't like it when you vote more than once. It's kind of a pain.
Maybe it's a little American-centric of me, but I wish, oh, I wish that when they announce the Booker Prize longlist, they'd, say, tell me which books are published in the U.S., so I don't have to go hunting through the interwebs to try to find them.
How many of these have YOU heard of? And no, having heard of the McEwan doesn't count. You ought to have heard of that one.
Darkmans by Nicola Barker (likely the British ed.; no info)
Self Help by Edward Docx (a "notify me" button at Powell's)
The Gift Of Rain by Tan Twan Eng (likely the British ed.; no info)
The Gathering by Anne Enright
The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid
The Welsh Girl by Peter Ho Davies
Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones (Hey, I have this one!)
Gifted by Nikita Lalwani
On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan
What Was Lost by Catherine Oâ€™Flynn (No results at Powell's or Amazon)
Consolation by Michael Redhill
Animalâ€™s People by Indra Sinha (No results at Powell's or Amazon)
Winnie & Wolf by A.N.Wilson
Of course, the books' inclusion on this list means they'll probably get picked up by U.S. publishers â€”Â or, if they've already been bought but not released yet, they'll get hurried up on their way to the shelves. Good times.
Given the number of times this video has been watched (more than 11,000), I'm guessing every Eugenean who cares has already seen it, but still: this is what YouTube is for. Random snippets of three-year-old video involving comedians â€” one of whom will go on to be famous as an animated rat (
Remy Patton Oswalt) â€” sitting on the patio at High Street, shootin' the shit.
Via the blog of the awesome Neil Gaiman comes the story of a squirrel after my own heart:
Oh, Kindereggs! If only I could get you here, Kindereggs! The toys in these things are wonderful; I've got a paprazzi penguin and I used to have a many-jointed wooden mouse. As Gaiman points out, the strangest thing about this story is that the squirrel doesn't just nab the chocolate; he takes the toys too. What are the Finnish squirrels up to?
"Thai police officers who break rules will be forced to wear hot pink armbands featuring 'Hello Kitty,' the Japanese icon of cute, as a mark of shame, a senior officer said Monday."
Maybe Eugene could try something like this ... maybe a Pokemon? A cute lil' Pikachu? Just to be different, of course. If all the bad cops worldwide are wearing the same cute kitty, they might start to feel solidarity with one another.