|Superbowl XXXVIII, Hyperlinks, and Things To Do When You Should Be Sleeping
||[Feb. 6th, 2004|02:46 am]
This post could also be called "Putting all my LiveJournal eggs into one entry basket."
I borrowed this from frootijen: Spell your name with bands. (I used solo artists, too. Is that cheating?)
They Might Be Giants
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Dead Can Dance
Here are other funny or interesting things I've looked at in the last few days:
Gen pointed me toward the most boring blog ever.
Datadubai.com is a really informative site about Dubai and the United Arab Emirates. As some of you might know, we are thinking of making a career move there in the future.
Skate-buys.com will be the place I'll eventually order my quad-style speed skates. Call me old-fashioned, but I'm just not into in-line skates. (Maybe because I still can't brake...)
Popaganda.com: This guy is a brilliant artist, and his work is evocative even to unsophisticated ignoramouses like myself.
Beta-7.com was the URL mentioned in the "expose" on Sega's First Person Football. I strongly recommend this masterful length of digital videotape to subapooh and others as geeky as my boyfriend antivert.
Something written by theferrett got Don and me talking about BSE and vCJD, and I found this Newscientist.com site for anyone interested in reading more.
Oh, yeah... Don made me watch the Jackass movie the other day. I gotta say, I laughed 'til I about died.
I finished "Lord Of The Flies" yesterday. Having never seen the movie, I didn't know how it would end, and imagined the title indicated the isolation of outliving your own society. I read later that the title is a direct translation of the Hebrew Beelzebub, and the theme of the Beast (Within) runs through the center of the novel. It's such a simple parable, such an easy microcosm, held together with plain truth. If we had the opportunity to rebuild civilization from scratch, would we do it better the next time around? Are the faults in society products of corruption or inadequate governing? Or do they stem from innate personality flaws? Flaws that few of us could transcend? When the boys are suffering the fieriest hell of war, they're rescued by a uniformed pillar of civilization, who is in fact a Naval officer currently engaged in war himself.
On Groundhog Day, maybe 15 people gathered at Sara and Toshimitsu's gorgeous and vast apartment to see Superbowl XXXVIII and exactly one hooter. Did anyone besides me really like that Matrix-esque videography? Last night we downloaded the Superbowl commercials (immature and sad), and tonight we downloaded the 2/2 edition of the Daily Show with John Stewart, with Rob Corddry's analysis of said commercials (hilarious and convincing).
Enough blathering... onto the photographs!
Me with Eriko.. she's gorgeous, yeah.
Eriko's man Steve: his powers of levitation would make a fakir stare.
Here is Don charming little Kai.
Here is Kai's sister Mai-chan, who refers to herself in the third person.
Some obligatory TV shots. Fortunately, Dan and Sara are actually into football, so they were able to help me enjoy the game at least a little bit. (Even though I already knew the outcome thanks to Friends List spoilers! Remind me not to check my LJ before watching taped sporting events...)
Jordan Gross? Steve Smith
Said Panther in a controlled display of celebration.
And here's a little non-football color from the evening:
Pink Palm Pilots promote popularity! (Imagine Gary Oldman spitting on Matt LeBlanc.)
Our man Dan.
Karaoke at home, thanks to Steve and Eriko. Every song ended up being about Dan...
Don and I pose with a small part of Steve and Eriko's fake food collection.
When Sara and Toshimitsu crashed, we stayed with Steve and Eriko in their beautiful Bohemian peacenik dwelling. Their apartment is the size of Wisconsin and they've filled it with thousands each of plants, essential oils, MDs, books, and art. (Steve's? Both of theirs?) The 160-degree view was of Nishinomiya (just about all of it, I think) and you can see the sea, bullet trains, Hankyu trains, and airplanes flying in and out of Itami airport.
What else did we do? February 3rd was Setsubun (bean-throwing day? 福は内！鬼は外！).. Don and I met Joe (our mathematic linguist friend) at the Wexford for some Irish whiskey. And tonight, Scott came out with a shocking announcement. I'd attempt to type it but I haven't quite wrapped my brain around it so far.
Golly, this entry took me a really long time, and I still haven't checked my email. それお休みなさい！