against the tide

very good piece in The Guardian yesterday about men who've noticed some of the negative effects of pornography and as a result have turned away from it

cliches

I still can't decide whether the commentary on this Big Picture post is ironic (Lady Gaga cancels gigs!!!) or just plain old-fashioned lazy writing. Oh well, at least the pictures are nice. Where's Super Frenchie when you really need him?

Conviction (Goldwyn, 2010)

there is very little in this movie that doesn't scream LOOK AT ME OSCAR, but when the performances are this good (Swank just dives into the role with ferocity, and Rockwell is as amazing as he's ever been. Please tell me he'll finally get the acting nod he deserves with this one) it really doesn't matter. The story is dealt with in a strong-hearted manner that avoids pathos where it can, at least by Hollywood standards. And at the very least this movie reminds us why we need more Juliette Lewis in our lives.

***

you mean you can leave the office before 6pm on a Friday?!?

and leave the rest at arm's length

3 words of advice if Frightened Rabbit ever come to your town: GO GO GO

pacifico

adding some refreshing tropical fever to the jangles of 2010's breakthrough genre Surf-pop, LA band Lord Huron are young, laid-back yet punchy, and deserve much more acclaim than the timid reactions they've garnered so far. The Vampire Weekend comparisons are right around the corner, but their reverberating sound, reminiscent of El Guincho, really takes a life of its own on the few songs they have put out. Tracks like "We Went Wild" or "Mighty" are what people from the future might listen to while seeing Endless Summer for the first time, and feel that very human emotion: nostalgia for something they've never known.

It's Kind Of A Funny Story (Boden/Fleck, 2010)

sometimes I wish Zach Braff had never made Garden State. I mean, I liked it at the time, but I was young and foolish, so what did I know. The main problem with it is that it jumpstarted the whole cute indie movie movement about young people having problems which they could overcome in 90mins. You've seen them 1, you've seen them all. This one's not that different, but thankfully Boden and Fleck imbue it with enough soulfulness that it doesn't just feel like a rehash. And comedy god Zach Galifianikis is a revelation as a depressed man trying to teach young Keir Gilchrist the ropes of life.

**1/2

Never Let Me Go (Romanek, 2010)

truth be told, there was little chance I was not going to be disappointed by this adaptation of Kazuo Ishiguro's tremendous novel. Books have this unassailable advantage over movies when it comes to describing characters' inner lives, and as such the cinematic versions can feel incomplete. However this one, while no masterpiece, has tremendous acting and densely thought-out visuals which helps connect to the source material. A dour and somber tale, for sure, but still one focused enough on sentiments that it remains true to the universal themes of the book.

***

hubba hubba

this post brought to you by the letter A

in honor of a series of biking firsts today (1st commuter seen, 1st time being honked at, 1st close-call because of an over-eager driver), I thought I'd list a few observations made so far on my commuting adventures:

- the roads of Houston are horrendous. Anyone who's driven on them knows this, but on a bike, that horrendousness goes to a whole new level. In particular there is a stretch between Taft and Montrose that I would politely define as the anti-cat's pajamas.

- drivers here are much better behaved than I thought. I do avoid many interactions and thus potential for conflict by being out there before 6:30am, but even when coming home from work when the streets are busier I haven't had too many problems so far.

- in the morning hours, many River Oaks runners prefer to jog in the opposite direction to traffic, on the street. That would be dangerous enough, more so when you consider that many of them do not wear lights or distinctive clothing. I have yet managed to establish the "thinking" behind this behavior, but I might just ask the next few individual who I see doing this for pointers.

- while cycling, one should try to adhere to the same rules governing motor vehicles. That is something you stick to the first two days of biking, before the ninja in you tries to take over. So far I've gathered from my short experience that it is better to completely stop at a red traffic light when cars are involved, and stay in a regular lane as opposed to the cycling shoulder (when there is one). Another good tip is to get going when the light turns from orange to red, as long as the cars from intersecting streets are stopped or in the process of completely stopping.

- the negative aspects of cycling are few, especially if you're lucky enough to have a fairly danger-free route, but the rewards are ever-so bountiful, and tend to reveal themselves more with passing time. Getting to work awake, feeling energized and ready to tackle the day is a feeling I had not often experienced in my working life. Now, it's pretty much a daily occurence.

But as new-agey as I might sound about the journey of bike commuting so far, I have to admit to one very negative event that almost counters everything listed above: that older guy with his fuddy-duddy bike (and panniers!) who overtook me this morning downtown. I'm gonna get some extra sleep tonight buddy, just you try to do the same thing tomorrow should we meet again...

ACL 2010

stay there

by Jove I think we've got it

via HuffPo

The Social Network (Fincher, 2010)

sizzling writing and stellar acting make this one a strong contender to Inception's title of best movie of the year so far. Funny how with so much attention being paid to action in movies nowadays, that when one comes along that focuses on human interaction it can feel like the most exhilirating work in ages. Beyond whether all the facts are true or not (this isn't a documentary, but the heart of the story still seems very real), this is a brilliant portrayal of a man creating change, and through it, changing us all.

****

you don't get to 500 million miles without making a few flats

2 weeks in, the bike commuting is going swell as can be. The logistics were a little trying at first, but now that I've transferred about half of my worldly possessions to the office, there's less need for daily preparation and packing. Which is always good when you're trying to leave for work within 5 minutes of waking up at 6am. Roads are in as bad a state as I expected them to be, but that's where the thicker tires of my Honky Tonk come into play.
The whole experience has been extremely satisfying so far, with the best part probably being how much I look forward to the commute now, as opposed to the semi-annoyance I felt toward a chore I had little control over. Now I understand why bike commuters sound so much like Brazilian tele-evangelists when you get them started on the subject of their daily trips. Although seeing as how I haven't seen a single such individual other than myself so far, seems like I have a whole lot of proselytizing to do in this fair city of Houston, TX.