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American Teen

If you haven’t already seen it, here’s the trailer for “American Teen.”  Shit looks high-larious/amazing.

You know that line from “Juno” where Juno explains the attraction between a jock and an outcast?  Turns out, totally true.

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Sometimes, I’m feeling lazy. Other times, other people have done such a good job of researching neat things that you have to just let the work speak for itself and not dilute it with your weighty irony and sharp snarkiness. In the spirit of that, I bring you some work that other people did. Not me. Not anyone I know.

Gothamist’s “Let Me Drink Next To Your Fire”: A quick run-down of your New York fireplace accessible bars. We checked out Daddy’s from this list this week and it was awesome. Great Hot Toddys. Also, we’ve all been to Union Hall. That’s why you can’t even get in the place on a weekend. Nice for happy hour though…

Gridskipper’s “Fast Times on Fifth Avenue”: Because I literally and figuratively live on Park Slope’s Fifth Avenue, this hit home for me (again, both literally and figuratively). While I would say the list only skims the wonderous possibilities of nice things on the street, I liked it anyway. But really, once you’ve done those things, check out some of my faves: Press 195, Something Else on 5th, Grt Lks, Bonnies, Gorilla, Rachel’s, Perch, Southpaw, Beacon’s Closet, Buttermilk, O’Connors, and that insanely twee store that Pizappas loves.

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My close friends know me to be a total public radio podcast obsessive. It started out innocently enough: an episode of This American Life or a quick update from Lake Wobegon. But then I turned to Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, the occasional clip of Fresh Air, and even All Songs Considered from time to time. It transformed commuting into a joyous time filled with knowledge, humor, and other exulted pursuits of humanity. And for a long time, I thought there could be nothing greater in the world than This American Life. I like stories, ponderous ambient music, and the dulcet tones of Ira Glass’ voice. It was akin to pure happiness to me. Until I found WNYC’s Radio Lab.

Regular radio listeners will assure you that there hasn’t been a lot of technological advancement in radio since Tesla. And whoever figured out that smooshing a box of cornstarch sounded like walking in the snow. The limitations of the media are profound, at best. You’ve got yourself some information to transmit and only one mode of transmitting it. And even then, you can’t use the absence of the mode because you really just can’t have silence on the radio. It’s something of a feat to have such top notch art expressed only through constant sound.

Radio Lab’s format is not unlike a science-themed This American Life. Each episode has a main theme or question, and then, through stories, interviews, and traditional reporting, seeks to resolve the theme or answer the question. There was a recent episode on Space which, if possible, managed to convey the enormity of our infinitesimalness. This is a difficult feeling to digest while walking to work. Additionally, I spent an entire segment of the show covered in goosebumps as this woman was telling the story of how she worked on a project to record the essence of life on Earth onto a gold record with a shelf life of one billion years to shoot into space on the statistically near-impossible chance that some other life form might pick it up and listen to it and know that there was once this civilization that wanted to communicate. Ugh. Also, she was in love at the time and recorded her biofeedback, kind of secretly hoping the aliens would be able to translate that, too.

But in addition to really amazing content, I think the sound engineering is the best I’ve ever heard on the radio. The layering of sound and the ingenuity of incorporating different sources makes it really exciting and stimulating to listen to. Now, admittedly, I’ve watched very little TV in the past, oh, five years. It’s possible my senses are slightly more sensitive than a normal person’s. It is fascinating though.

Start listening.

Radio Lab – Available as a free weekly podcast on iTunes

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What do you call a dinosaur with wings that can’t fly? Um… a dragon, as far as I’m concerned!

Scientists call it a Gigantoraptor (really, that’s what it’s called) and…

Gigantoraptor appears in an artist’s reconstruction to have cut a menacing figure on the Cretaceous landscape. Rearing on its hind limbs, it spread out forelimbs tipped with sharp claws and prepared to pounce on prey with an open mouth and strong beak. Independent dinosaur experts said the description of the fossils of the half-complete skeleton appeared to support the discoverers’ interpretations. They said Gigantoraptor probably had some feathers, though none were preserved.

Ha!

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Artists’ rendering of actual events. No really. This is the picture the scientists released with their findings.

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I am going to have to disagree with your latest post, Recklesley. Peter Petrelli is, in my book, the anti-Emo. I’m not sure which “Heroes” you watch, but in my (Primetime NBC) version, Peter Petrelli does not waste his time writing forlorn lyrics or perfecting his black eyeliner, but rather directs his actions towards, oh, I don’t know, Saving The World, perhaps? Now I realize Peter Petrelli’s duties run parallel to those of Peter Parker’s (interesting…similar names these two), protecting everyday civilians from evil villains, etc, but from what I hear, Peter Parker transforms into an (Emo) tool once he puts on that black outfit-thing (or whatever), more so than he already was. And Petrelli, aside from falling in love with a woman whose heart belongs to a heroin shooting, psychic comic book writing, artist, does not embody any other tell tale signs/symptoms of an Emo d-bag.

Just to reiterate why Peter Parker is, in many ways, a poster-child for Emo boys everywhere, here is a short list of his Emo characteristics:

– Was a nerd in high school.
– Wears dark rimmed glasses.
– (Apparently) morphs into an even bigger Emo-ster once he puts on, surprise, an all black ensemble.

And I’m not even going to attempt to tackle the thousands of reasons why Conor Oberst is the king of all Emo, since you already know them all. I think every time a Bright Eyes song is played, a sad, resentful, greasy haired boy gets his Emo wings. Or cries.

Peter Petrelli, however, does not inherit any of these traits. He is courageous, intuitive, and easy on the eyes. All of which, in my book, are in no way tied in with the Emo stereotype. So let’s not place that dangerous “Emo” label on just anyone who possesses dark features and super hero capabilities (minus Oberst). People’s feelings might get hurt.

PS. You call this Emo?



Note: “Heroes” is the best show on network television right now. Watch it, fools.

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I will admit my interest in politics, especially here on the blog, is not based on the need to know what’s going on in my government. Basically it’s just reveling in the soap-opera of it all.

And luckily Alberto Gonzales keeps on giving. The best part of his hearing on Thursday was his terse exchange with Senator Specter. These two guys are roughly on the same team, and so Gonazales thought this would be a great time to just let his annoying-ness shine. Read more for my in depth analysis of Gonzales in his finest hour:

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This is part 2 in the Mets Update for Girls series. You can relive the magic of part 1 here.

Note: Regarding the title of this invaluable series, BrooklynSkeptic is not wedded (ha ha) to traditional gender roles. But there they are, nonetheless.

I love inspirational sports movies. LOVE them. It is my favorite genre after epic fantasyRudy, The Karate KidVarsity Blues, Bad News Bears, Cool Runnings, Hoosiers, Remember the Titans, Miracle, Mighty Ducks, D2, D3, et cetera. Please feel free to add your own fave inspirational sports movie.

Anyway, what makes watching Dawson Leary sweat and yell and scream his team into victory so much more exciting than Michael Turner tossing around the ole pigskin?

The answer is…..

Backstory! In a movie, you get to see their trials and tribulations as the new kid in school who just can’t fit in, or the hard luck coach who just can’t get it together, or the Jamaican bobsled team who’s never seen snow before!

At this point you may be saying to yourself yes yes I’m totally with you, but what does this have to do with the Mets?

The answer is that the Mets are the only pro sports team that I would want to see in a feature-length movie. And guess what? They wouldn’t even need to cast FPJ as the All-American wonder boy or SLJ as the wisened coach. The Mets has those positions, and more, already filled by the most charming and lovable and photogenic men around!

Adorable 2006 Mets

Look at those precious poonums!

It’s not only me that thinks so. The Metropolitan Men have been getting a lot of press lately, filled with references to how much more charming and lovable they are than the Yankees.

See first the Village Voice article on Jose Reyes, “the most exciting and most handsome player in baseball”! (note: items in italics added by editor)

He is kind and adorable and loves reggaeton. Also, when you go to the games at Shea right around the 3rd Inning if you direct your attention to the jumbo-tron you will get the best Spanish lesson of your life from Profesor Reyes. Learn to say dedos or la puerta and he will melt your corazon.

 See second the NY Mag article on David Wright, who is young and handsome and corn-fed. The article explores whether David Wright is possibly too perfect. The answer? No, not really.

Here they are together:

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There are many other talented and charming players on the team, and I encourage them to keep your eyes out for them, as I will.

So, in conclusion, when you think of the Mets in terms of inspirational sports movies it opens up a world of possibilities! When is the scene where Emilio Estevez drives out on the ice? How will we know when Rudy has finally gotten into Notre Dame? What about when, um, Kurt Russell, um, uh, uses his hatred of communism to win a hockey match? Yeah, what about that?!?

The answer is, of course, that you should to watch the Amazin’s and find out for yourself! And once you find that sweet spot, when Reyes’ every steal of a base steals your heart right along with it, then you’ve arrived and like Miss Joey Potter, you may be ready to move past that boy from the creek.

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