RIP Mr. Yamauchi
One of my fondest childhood memories
is of hanging with my dad in the living room
just him and me, father and daughter
in the middle of a cold winter afternoon
eating chicken strips and drinking hot chocolate
while he played Super Mario World.
Without you that memory
one of my favourite times with my dad as a little girl
wouldn't have been possible
and I wouldn't be the nerdy gamer I am today.
Thank you.
Les Jupes did a killer Loft Session with Manitoba Music that you should
Your eyes and ears will thank you.
Am I angry because of the Internet?
Brian Fung at the Washington Post published an article stating that the Internet isn't making us dumb, it's making us angry.
Which doesn't make me angry per se, but it definitely makes me think of the stuff I say and do online, and how it makes me feel afterward.
From the article:
In a study of 70 million posts on Sina Weibo, China's version of Twitter, Rui Fan and a team of others at Beihan University tracked the spread of joy, sadness, anger and disgust across the social network. According to the MIT Technology Review, they found that angry tweets were far more likely to be retweeted by others — or be the subject of angry responses — up to three degrees away from the original user.
Maybe things are different in China but if you tweet a bunch of negative shit you're getting an unfollow from me.
I don't think that it's the internet is making us angrier, it's that it gives generally negative people a soapbox to broadcast their negativity to everyone else, specifically when it comes to sites like 4chan, Reddit and etc where you have a fairly large degree of anonymity and because of that are able to to disregard regular social conventions and straight-up be a jerk to people.
That kind of behaviour and the negative tweets Fung refers to in his article aren't the products of the Internet, these people would be just as negative, destructive, horrible, disgusting, and whatnot regardless of whether or not the Internet existed. Their bad qualities would simply manifest themselves in a different way.
The one thing that the article neglects to mention is the fact that, before now, we didn't have a global public forum to express ourselves and there was no global public record of it before now.
We can't go back in time and see a timeline of what millions of peasants in the Dark Ages had to say. Though I'm sure it would sound something like this:
Wasn't myself on Friday
but sometimes it's fun to pretend to be someone else
even if it's only for an evening at yr friend's amazing live-music house party.
Johnny Cash died ten years ago today
so let's take a second and listen to some real, quality music.
Sometimes in the wake of Miley Cyruses and Rebecca Blacks and whatever nonsense is being marketed to us because of it's shock value or horribleness or whatever
which ultimately distracts from anything important or relevant at all and are just tricks to make us feel superior to someone else
(because why else would we care, really, about something like this?)
it's nice to listen to music that gets you right down in your core
and makes you really feel something
right deep down in yr gut.
RIP Mr. Cash.
Guinness' new ad just earned them a loyal customer
Now that's not to say that I haven't had Guinness before. I have.
In fact I'll pick it over a lot of other beers when my usual standby craft beers aren't available.
But their new ad struck a chord with me in a way that I can say no other beer commercial has done before.
Especially as a woman who, honestly, loves beer.
See, I've always taken issue with the image of the classic beer drinker: some super macho guy who loves sports and wears ball caps and dates cheerleaders.
Obviously I don't fit into any of those categories -I'm not a man, I don't like sports, I hate ball caps, I'm not a cheerleader... plus, I don't like men who like sports, wear ball caps and date cheerleaders. Those just aren't 'my' people.
They drink beer like me, but I've always felt removed from mainstream beer culture for those reasons -mainstream beer isn't "for" me.
But Guinness -which I consider to be a relatively 'mainstream' beer- really impressed me with their new commercial.
It's intense and moving. It shows people -men, specifically- being kind and considerate and genuinely good people. It shows them showing compassion for someone else.
Sure, there's some sports involved, but it doesn't feel like the same 'HURR HURR FOOTBALL' usually associated with beer commercials. It feels genuine.
The first few seconds are really intense and emotional, and when everyone gets up out of their wheelchairs and you realize that it's a bunch of dudes doing it for the benefit of their friend it just breaks your heart in this unspeakably wonderful way.
In particular I like the phrase they chose to use at the end of the commercial:
"The choices we make reveal the true nature of our character"
because means so much more than just what we choose to drink at the bar.
Well done, Guinness. You've come out with a thoughtful, touching and elegant advertisement for your product and you've earned yourself a lifelong supporter.
Most of the time I hate Thursdays
they're the day before Friday which means the day before the day before the weekend.
However, due to a crazy turn of events over the last week today has turned out to be my new favourite day this week.
This Thursday has provided me with:
- the chance to speak at Red River with my pals James Hope Howard and Colin Enquist to 1st year CreComm students
- amazing September weather
- a cancelled interview which turned into just getting hired for a new job anyway (yes!)
- muffins that didn't burn when I baked them
- being excited to go to Flatlander's Beer Festival (for free!) with John, Tyrone and Adam
- the chance to finally listen to some of Matt Good's new stuff
AND
knowing I have a whole day off tomorrow, to myself, before a weekend of fun dates, farmer's market trips, ManyFest activities, and other cool stuff before starting my new job on Monday.
Happy Thursday, boys and girls! Hope yours is treating you half as well as mine has been.
Bukowski
“My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
-Charles Bukowski
Spent the day at home
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which meant hanging on the couch trolling around on the computer and watching episodes of Lost on Netflix.
That show wasn't as good as I'd remembered.
Back when it was on tv I used to get together with this guy I was kinda seeing on Thursday nights and watch it together.
I loved that shit.
But then the finale happened and I was all 'wtf'.
It didn't make sense. Total bs.
It's funny how the ending can spoil an entire experience
and how that can apply to other situations as well.
Luckily there's a lot of tv out there.
