NOTHING BUT OWLS!
February 28th, 2006

you can call me anything you want, but don’t call me late for dinner.

i’m tired of identity politics.

i should probably leave it at that, but that would make for a very dull blog. perhaps i’m tired of identity politics because i don’t have a nice little niche adjective to ascribe to, thus joining some community. most of these adjectives seem cute, though somewhat off-putting, and if you use the oppostite to describe yourself it sounds wrong. so if i’m calling myself a white-straight-middle-class woman, i’m totally dull and coming off as sheltered/defensive/something-phobic. why? because that’s so normal. most of these adjectives work to exclude oneself from general society and place one into their own smaller (elite) society. so why use white (racist), straight (homophobic), or middle-class (better off than the poor, akin to upper class), when i can say punk or even better- vegan? i don’t. but then again i don’t think about my race, sexuality, or socio-economic class much because i just don’t frame my life that way. i don’t really going around telling people i’m punk or vegan (unless food’s about) because it sounds stupid and pretentious, but alas… most people seem to want to be in that category.

i guess it comes down to the problem that the adjective i’d most readily use to describe myself is either bitter or jaded, and neither one of those is very specific or exclusive. in fact, those are usually things you’d want to hide from polite people, lest they think ill of you. the arbitrariness of most communities seems pointless, and i know i would never actually belong. i’m not really religous (all catholic interests aside) nor spiritual, i’m not really political (excluding my whacko-bating with my “neo-con” and big-l libertarianism), i’m not overly interested in gender politics or my sexulality, and i’m so m.o.r. there’s no point in thinking about anything else. i guess that leaves me in the cold.

here’s what i guess i should be called: bitter, jaded, disaffected, minorly intelligent, some-what alterna, angry, into sport, plays video games, paranoid white straight middle class female who likes punk rock and is vegan. and i do work with books. pretty pathetic on the blog paper, innit? perhaps if i was oppressed somehow, other than my self ascribed asceticism, which people just mock, i could really fit in. though really, none of us ever fit in. everybody wants to be the outsider, even when they’re inside. it’s easier to feel like a victim i guess. i guess that’s why the whole “it’s cool to half-heartedly dismiss yourself as a nerd” thing is the rage. nerds used to be victims, though i think that’s pretty much over since “nerd” has been coopted by the new cool kids.

by kendrak | Posted in rants | No Comments » |
February 27th, 2006

wanky images to go with wanky memories of rock

i waste way too much time on youtube watching rock and roll videos, because i like that rock and roll. like what you ask? well, of course the who playing one of my guilty pleasures: entwistle’s heaven and hell. that performance is what ballsy rock is about, but alas, it probably has too much testosterone and is too wanky to be considered cool or hip enough, but i guess it never really was. i mean, entwistle’s wearing flame pants akin to late 90s mike mills! (bass players don’t know how to dress.)
tonights youtube video is another guilty pleasure. actually, i can’t quite call it that. it’s a childhood hold over that i will forever be drawn to purely for the fact that it’s the first song i remember going crazy for. (bowie’s “rebel rebel” was the second.) the song is of course… the kinks! “come dancing”…

now, i know this is their only big budget video of the mtv age, but when i was 3 i wanted to be the kid with the tennis racquet. it’s sad that my rock aspirations started there, but they did. it goes back to that whole live aid video my brother taped over. “come dancing” isn’t as kitchy as “ape man” or weird/avant-garde as “dead end street“, but it made me want to play guitar and be, i guess, like dave davies. he’s the one who ripped is penis open on some groupie, isn’t he? not that has owt to do with this.

of course i then discovered this video of the jam doing “david watts“, which makes sense since it’s a kinks cover (in case you weren’t aware of that). so of course i spend the next chunk of time looking for more jam videos while joe probably talked to his brother mike about guy things, though probably not in the same way that dave davies would. this video of “funeral pyre” was good. i dunno. i need to watch more. i always forget about how high the jam rank with me. i also forget how lots of people cast them into the big pot of other bands from 77 and summarily write them off. blah. i like them. i’d put them in my person top 5 (along with the who, the kinks, the hi-fives, and sweet baby). yep. that’s my top 5. for now.

oh and this video? a culmination of what i call over-hyped wank=bad. corin tucker singing with pearl jam? i’m sorry… but there’s just too much wrong with that for me to even begin to correct it. i figured some of you (men) would like it- mostly mike and danh, since i know you two have a soft spot for her.

i need to get out more and listen to who by numbers, the most forgotten who album of all.

by kendrak | Posted in music | No Comments » |
February 27th, 2006

the world gives me nightmares.

i’m trying not to become some paranoid wing-nut on a global scale, but these slate book reviews aren’t helping. i know america’s screwed, but i can’t see anywhere that isn’t. i just want to be the first to go when the bomb drops. i’m a coward, it’s true.

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February 24th, 2006

ja ja… you love heino!

i never really like jumping on bandwagons, yet i always do. the current one is the whole youtube thing. but when it’s go heino… i’m all over it! to be like all of the kids, here’s some heino on my blag!

by kendrak | Posted in music | No Comments » |
February 24th, 2006

free advice no.24

i know i skipped last week. i meant to do it saturday, but i didn’t. i’m sorry dad! last weekend was a festival of sickness and sloth with a little marine life for fun. i doubt this weekend will be quite as fun, because it’s only 2 days instead of three and it won’t involve a buck rodgers from saturn. (or will it? joe…?) i’m so bogged down with amateur cataloging at work that i don’t hae the time or energy to be witty. i guess it’s the blog’s loss, but i still can dish some free advice!

for jeff, because everything is gay (not in the perjorative sense, more in the ‘gays have had a hand in everything when you look at it’/'everything can be viewed through a gay frame, if you like’ sort of way) i’m taking on a queer edition of ask amy. you best respec’!

Dear [Kendra]: My husband and I have lived in our quiet suburban Denver neighborhood for six years.

About two years ago two young gay men moved in across the street. They’ve taken the ugliest, most run-down property in the neighborhood and remodeled and transformed it into the pride of the street.

When it snows, they shovel out my car and are friendly, yet they mostly keep to themselves.

Last month I went out to retrieve my newspaper and watched them kiss each other goodbye and embrace as they each left for work.

I was appalled that they would do something like that in plain view of everyone.

I was so disturbed that I spoke to my pastor. He encouraged me to draft a letter telling them how much we appreciate their help but asking them to refrain from that behavior in our neighborhood.

I did so and asked a few of our neighbors to sign it.

Since I delivered it, I’ve not been able to get them to even engage me in conversation.

I offer greetings but they’ve chosen to ignore me.

They have made it so uncomfortable for the other neighbors and me by not even acknowledging our presence.

How would you suggest we open communications with them and explain to them that we value their contributions to the neighborhood but will not tolerate watching unnatural and disturbing behavior.

– Wondering

dear wondering,

you like it when your gay neighbours do nice things for you like raise the surrounding property value of the street, shovel your snow, and act like friendly people in general, but you don’t like it when they act like a loving couple? your neighbourhood is full of a bunch of biggotted jerks and one nice gay couple who unfortunately found out too late that their neighbours suck.

think about it- what they did was perhaps a little shocking to your old fashioned ways, but it could have been worse. it’s not like they necked for 15 minutes or exchanged blow jobs in the front yard. they just did a small cheesey loving act that most couples engage in. oh, the humanity!

your response was a little over the top- creating some sort of neighbourhood kabale to confront the new undesirables. you shouldn’t be suprised by their reception of such a letter. you might want to get with the times and apologize for being so rude and accept that you overstepped your boundaries. you’re a rude small minded person. i hope you enjoy shoveling your own snow.

i hope this helps.

Dear [Kendra]: How do I tell my mother, who lectured me on table manners and politeness, that she is being rude when she calls on the phone and talks to me through a mouthful of food?

This is a woman who told me when I was a child that it was wrong to talk with food in your mouth. But just about every day Mom calls me while she crunches on pretzels, carrot sticks, potato chips, you name it.

Maybe she thinks that snacking on the phone doesn’t count as talking with food in your mouth.

I understand that she and I both have full-time jobs and limited free time, but I don’t think that is an excuse for calling with your mouth full.

I have tried to say, “Why don’t you call me back when you’re not eating?” or similar ploys, but she doesn’t take the hint.

We’re both adults. I’ve even tried mentioning, “You know, I had the most annoying phone call at work; the person was talking with food in his mouth.” She responds with, “Oh, I hate that,” but doesn’t realize that she is doing the same thing.

How do my siblings and I approach Mom on this subject? She just won’t take the hint!

– Tired of Chomping

dear tired,

you have my sympathies. i have a friend who does the same thing, and i ask her what she’s eating and tell her to call back when she’s done. then i hang up. i know that’s a bit drastic, but i don’t need somebody smacking carrots in my ear. it’s gross. i hate hearing myself chew, i even get annoyed by people near me eating, let alone over the phone. (seriously- if you ever have poor eating habbits in front of me, i might fly into rage and smite you. chewing with your mouth open is gross. smacking is gross. talking with food in your mouth is gross. it makes you remind me of a large pig.)

the point is, you need to be direct, though not condescending, and let her know she’s breached decency and is just gross- and a hypocrite since she claims to value table manners so much. don’t be flippant or rude about it (that’s how i got into a horrible argument when i was 13- i didn’t win), just matter of fact. hang up on her and hope she gets the hint.

ugh. i’m grossed out just thinking about your piggish mom. thanks for ruining my yoghurt.

i hope this helps.

by kendrak | Posted in free advice | No Comments » |
February 23rd, 2006

the anti-alphabet

i love the alphabet because i like to keep things alphabetized. (ooh, american!) i also loathe the alphabet, because it’s totally wack! (shouldn’t it be alfubet at least? gah! i can’t believe i typed that! i hate those types of spellings!) why can’t we have a phonetic alphabet? where’s the ipa when you need them? until then, look at the anti-phonetic alphabet, looking at the frustrating quirks that makes english the continuum of crap such that it is.

by kendrak | Posted in linguistic stuff | No Comments » |
February 23rd, 2006

youths with initiative

the guardian reports that pencil sharpeners have been banned in a uk school after kids took them apart to get the blades. a 12 year old girl’s face was slashed last month by one.

Mr Flack said there was “no indication” that the 10- to 11-year-olds at Normanton Juniors were using the sharp objects as weapons.

He said: “Some of the children had ground their heels into the sharpeners and taken the blades. It was messing about.”

The plastic sharpeners have been removed on health and safety grounds, he added, saying: “The issue was one of assessing any risk and managing behaviour.”

The 311-pupil school’s headteacher, Dorcas Jennings, told the Derby Evening Telegraph the incident was just “silly behaviour” and not sinister.

i think en masse it’s sinister, though if one kid does it, it’s just slightly idiotic. wow. i’m happy to be an adult in a room with only one pencil sharpener (fastened to a window sill).

by kendrak | Posted in news stuff | No Comments » |
February 22nd, 2006

critical endowments

oh thank you mefi for great posts like this one about henry james’ personal issues. by personal, i mean what was up with his testicles. really, it seems to be something of a mystery on the verge of being a myth. did he sear his testicles on a stove on purpose? did he skewer them on a fence? was it something about a bike accident? i don’t know, but i don’t really know anything about james. jonathan ames alludes to james’ issues in two of his books. michael wood, wondering the same thing about james as ames, contacted the novelist about james’ testicular problem, and ames told him to figure it out, which wood sort of has. i was suprised by the role f. scott fitzgerald and ernest hemingway play in the whole james testicle myth, and forgot about their possible relationship. (zelda fitzgerald was sure that papa ernest was doing her man.) i only say this because my favourite part of the essay was the last part of wood’s conclusion:

This last conjecture is as far as I know, completely original to the canon of criticism on Henry James. Here’s another theory I’ve been working on: the earliest dated reference I’ve seen of the impotence theory comes from Fitzgerald’s letter to Van Wyck Brooks. What if the whole story was cooked up by Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway? It wouldn’t have had to have been an intentionally deceitful thing. Maybe they were in bed together and Scott couldn’t perform. This would have been caused by his internal turmoil about acting on his homosexual desires.

“Jesus,” Ernest would say, “you really are like Henry James.”

“I didn’t know James was a fairy?”

“He wasn’t. But didn’t you ever hear about that accident he had? I think was a bicycle or something. . .”

this makes me giggle every time, and now i think i should go back and reread the sun also rises and the great gatsby, if only to read the nick is gay subtext. oh well… i need to start my voegelin book and probably crack confessions because i really need it.

but now, i’ll eat a peach pie pocket i just made and finish watching the project runway reunion. huzzah!

by kendrak | Posted in weird stuff | No Comments » |
February 22nd, 2006

thought crimes and such

this week, david irving was sentenced to three years in prison in austria as a “holocaust denier”. the term is a very dirty one and should make anybody squeamish. i know i’ve complained about irving before, and for good reason too- he’s a bad historian. his research and dedication is of note, but his analysis is flawed beyond credibility.

i agree with people who think that is a bad example of a western paradox. i don’t think jail is the answer for holocaust deniers or anti-semties, though i do understand why countries such as austria, germany, and israel have those laws. i hope some day that these types of laws will be considered unnecessary, but i know that the world’s not there yet.

that said, david irving is an irresponsable “self-taught” historian who seems to pander for drama and press. i guess he and daniel goldhagen are cut from the same cloth.

by kendrak | Posted in germanic, history, news stuff | No Comments » |
February 22nd, 2006

spread the happiness

sorry folks. my ass was not capped by any german gangstas. i was lost in chibi-robo this weekend. i beat it sunday morning before driving to monterey for the day. monday i was lazy.

chibi-robo, though not as good as katamari damacy, is an addictively fun and ultra cute game about cleaning house and saving a family. my favourite character is the psycho bear addicted to nectar.

now that i finished that game, i can get back to loftier pursuits, like finishing terror and liberalism and watching tifauxed episodes of mystery.

more to come later…

by kendrak | Posted in blagg, personal stuff | No Comments » |
February 16th, 2006

real gangsta…


nothing says real gangsta like this guy. especially because he’s german.

the sad thing is, i actually do like bushido. oh well… i’m not a real gangsta, though i am from california- actually able to represent westside.

by kendrak | Posted in germanic, music, weird stuff | No Comments » |
February 15th, 2006

garrison keilor, poseur?

the answer to the above question should be an obvious, “of course he is!” i really can’t stand the man, his voice, his stupid prairie home companion and writer’s almanac, and his seemingly inexhaustable base of young self-asserted intellectuals who think he’s actually good. i’m never one to pass up a good opportunity to rage against the man, because he seems to be everywhere.

naturally, i love christopher hitchens’ piece about keilor. it’s in response to keilor’s reaction to bernard-henri lévy’s american vertigo. really, keilor seems like a moron, but i guess he has to.
hitch writes:

Yellow-dog Democrats like Keillor spend a lot of time whining about how America’s standing in the world has declined of late, but this is how he treats a guest who spends half his time combating anti-Americanism in France. Simply because BHL [lévy] mentions a fact that has actually caught other eyes (the tendency of Americans to become riotously fat) he is addressed like this: “Thanks pal. … Thanks for coming. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. For your next book, tell us about those riots in France, the cars burning in the suburbs of Paris. What was all that about? Were fat people involved?” One moans for shame that such a vulgar jerk is thought of, and even known overseas, as some kind of national entertainer.

“As always with French writers,” says Keillor, “Lévy is short on the facts, long on conclusions.” I would give about, oh, five cents to know which ones Keillor has in mind. Perhaps he has been boning up on his Foucault or Balibar or Derrida, in which case he modestly makes no show of his own learning. He cannot mean Albert Camus or Olivier Todd or Michel Houllebecq. Nor can he have read BHL’s last book, which was a very detailed investigation of the murder of an American reporter named Daniel Pearl. I think BHL did a service to America there, as he did when he warned years ago of the dangers of the Taliban and Slobodan Milosevic, at a time when America was sleeping. But of course, guarded as it is by stout commonsensical fellows like Keillor, who think we should tend to bidness right here and stay out of them furrin places, our culture has little to fear except fear itself.

i think keilor’s problem is that bhl is writing about lots of little parts of america and totally ignoring the pretentious pseudo-folky npr listening folk- namely keilor’s demographic. perhaps if bhl spent less time fawning over interesting eccentrics and more time fawning over over-weight media darlings (ahem, garrison?), then keilor would like his book. i didn’t believe the part hitchens quoted until i read it. keilor ends the review with:

Thanks, pal. I don’t imagine France collapsing anytime soon either. Thanks for coming. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. For your next book, tell us about those riots in France, the cars burning in the suburbs of Paris. What was that all about? Were fat people involved?

talk about missing the point. i guess when your credits include prairie home companion and 16 books, you can suck at humour.

ps. this weekend i happened to hear 30 seconds of another pretentious npr show, selected shorts. it was enough time to hear some actress who’s probably acceptable in keilor’s eyes (but then again, so is lindsay lohan) mispronounce the word “poseur”. she did an alex trebek, francofied it, and said the u. only poseurs says it differently than “poser”.

ha!

by kendrak | Posted in news stuff | 1 Comment » |
February 13th, 2006

i love asphalt!

see this lapel pin? i want it. what it is, i don’t know, but it’s cute, has a hard hat, and proclaims, “i love asphalt” really, we all should love asphalt. it’s sad how much this job has made me appreciate bitumous materials. oh well.

back to fixing catalog records and sending stuff to storage. expect some oplympic craziness later on.

by kendrak | Posted in library work | No Comments » |
February 10th, 2006

free advice no.23

i’m doing it on time! with little fanfare or anything fancy like that, it’s free advice! well… it’s not entirely on time. i was going to do it at work, but i got so bogged down with sending books to storage, helping patrons, and listening to punk rawk, that well.. it slipped by. tonight i’m staying home, feeling sorta sick, and cleaning up the aftermath of guinea pig pee from my jeans and the couch. filthy little thing.

anyhow… work it amy!

Dear [Kendra]: I have access to my college roommate’s computer. Sometimes I look at her e-mails, both sent and received. (She doesn’t know that I do this.)

Recently I came upon a derogatory remark that she made about me. How should I approach this with her? I am seething.

– Wondering

dear wondering,

you’re pissed off at your roommate for calling you a derogatory name, that you only found out about because you’ve been sneaking through her e-mails? hmmm… doesn’t sound like you have any moral high ground. if you want me to tell you that you have every right to be offended, then you’re an idiot.

your roommate probably wrote those things because she’s deeply irritated by your antics, such as your reading her e-mails and all. my advice? leave it alone and start thinking about new a housing situation. you obviously don’t respect her, so why should she respect you?

i hope this helps.

Dear [Kendra]: I am trying to justify other parents’ actions or lack of action regarding invitations to my son’s birthday party.

We sent invitations out 2 1/2 weeks or more in advance of the party with the RSVP clearly written on the invitation. Because we didn’t hear back from six out of 13 people Wednesday before the party, I placed a reminder note in each child’s box at school with our e-mail address added. Still no response.

One mother phoned twice stating that her son would love to attend, but they never showed up or phoned with explanation.

Is it too much to ask that people take the time to acknowledge an invitation to a child’s party? I had to deal with a child who thought his “friends” were attending his party. My only explanation to him is that you cannot rely on other people to make you happy — you’ll always be disappointed.

– Compassion Lacking in Oregon

dear lacking,

you’ve every right to be frustrated for the sake of being frustrated, but get off your moral high horse and stop warping your child to be as messed up and bitter as you.

i haven’t had to organise a child’s party, so i don’t know anything about thos egrand gestures to impress other parents and instill a false sense of entitlement. close to 50% return rate is pretty good in this era of bad manners, but you still shouldn’t leave it to kids to get messages to the parents. to really get your desired effect, talk to the parents directly. don’t get mad that the kids are kids and forget things. if you truly are such the control freak your letter makes you out to be, then you would have nagged the other parents into submission. try that next year.

please, stop imparting your issues onto your child. you might be lonely, but your kid’s not fucked up yet.

i hope this helps.

Dear [Kendra]: I am fed up with the number of people who invite me to “parties” that are actually sales presentations.

At these so-called parties, attendees are pressured to buy cookware, baskets, lingerie, makeup, jewelry, etc.

This trend is getting way out of hand.

Multilevel marketers are sending invitations to “Welcome `So-and-So’ to the Neighborhood” parties to sell cookware, or a “Going Away Party for Marilyn” to sell Tupperware.

Recently a committee member for an organization that I belong to invited me to a “meeting” at her house, and mentioned that she would also be selling her products that night.

What is the etiquette here? How do I reply that I would like to welcome the new neighbor (or attend the meeting) but that I don’t want to be pressured into buying yet another piece of overpriced jewelry or makeup?

Why don’t these people understand how rude they are being?

– Frustrated in Colorado

dear frustrated,

decline the invitations. it’s easy, simple, and will make everybody happy. catch them when they’re not doing business and be friendly then. hopefully they won’t be thick and get the hint that you’re not buying their plastic crap. if not, deal with the shame and ostracism.

you could always move.

i hope this helps.

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