1.24.2008

The 10 Commandments of Facebook

[by an individual who may have transitioned from college to cubicle yet still can't shake her Facebookin' ways and knows you all do it, too]

Not ordained by Mark Zuckerberg, but by me: a moderately active Facebook user who remembers what it’s like not to have a News Feed OR taggable photos and who, thanks to a considerably uneventful post-collegiate “career path,” has regrettably permitted a drastic personal increase in social networking and/or profile stalking. I may not have brought you out of the land of slavery, but I sure know what I think is annoying.

I. Thou shalt not insert a ‘quoted’ nickname between one’s given and surnames, e.g. Debbie ‘Downer’ Palacky or Jon ‘Blazin’ Rodney. Nicknames are born, not made, son.

II. Thou shalt not post an entire photo album of pop art’sed and distorted photos of thyself and/or thy roommates. Your “idk, totally randomz!” album informs the world both that you are sometimes totally random late at night with your friends and that you have recently acquired a Macbook. Congratulations. [This may come as a surprise, but preset image filters are not interesting or impressive to anyone but you.]

III. Thou shalt have one, and only one, Wall. Be it a standard Wall, a “Super Wall,” or – heaven help us – a “FunWall,” you’ve made a commitment, and that commitment must be honored. Never again shall your “Friends” painstakingly recall a hiLARIOUS inside joke from last weekend only to be thwarted by the SEVEN decoy walls in the way of your actual means of communiqué.

IV. Thou shalt NEVER solicit others to join a pirate war, ninja fight, or any other flavor of the week suppressed minority group skirmish. “Donnie has invited YOU to join the Disenfranchised Librarian Fisticuffs.” Trust me, Donnie. However clever the combatants may be, your virtual battle will never be The One that convinces the rest of Facebook to surrender their carefully-maintained minimalist profiles.

V. Thou shalt not use Facebook as a vehicle to launch an amateur modeling career. Photographers can tell when you have manipulated saturation and contrast to a Technicolor degree, and real models don’t even DO that weird fishy pouty face.

VI. Thou shalt abide by the grammatical restrictions of “to be” verb use. You have been set free from the bonds of the “Patty is…” status, but with such great power cometh great responsibility. Take the extra nanosecond to delete the “is” [“Patty is LOVES PROJECT RUNWAY!!!”], or continue to challenge yourself to work within the guidelines of the irregular verb you have been given.

VII. Thou shalt accept the responsibility of photo album composition. YOU choose the best photo of you and your boyf in front of the Christmas tree from your new Nikon. “Oops! His head is blocking the angel!,” “Ew my face looks fat lol,” etc., are NOT adequate excuses for 17 renditions of the same pose, which was lame to begin with.

VIII. Thou shalt not yield to impulse and create a Group founded in a once-occurring inside joke. Continued references to said joke are sure to be fleeting, and the hilarity of the group’s mere existence will quickly lose its sparkle. [Then in six months you will have to deal with potentially awkward “Brett has left the Brett Bickerstaff Peed on My Potato Pancakes! group" news feed items.]

IX. Thou shalt not list Favorite Music in thy Personal Info unless thou actually hast favorite music. “Pretty much everything but rap and country” is not favorite music – it tells your audience that you have no taste.

X. Thou shalt abstain from gluttonous accrual of applications. Let us not forget Myspace, and why we left it. I am sure your newly single three-year college crush wouldn’t be interested in your backpacking trip to Tibet. No, no, he’ll be WAY more impressed by your talent for raising virtual pets and fending off rampant virtual zombies.




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1.18.2008

I can't swim so I dog paddle.

"Musical canine freestyle" is something I have to research and write about for work today.

Some people are weird with their dogs.



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1.16.2008

My eyes can't look at you any other way.

First things first. Do you even KNOW what’s in hollandaise sauce?

Breakfast happens to be my undisputed favorite meal of the day. It’s not that I like it because I make awesome breakfasts all the time [or ever], but that I would indubitably choose breakfast-y food over any alternately-categorized food in most circumstances—dependent, of course, on availability and practicality [as in, yes, I WILL choose an apple over an omelet for a day trip to Atlantic City].

And Eggs Benedict happens to be my favorite breakfast dish. A true United [Western] Nations of a plate, Eggs Benedict consists of two English muffin [England] halves topped each with Canadian bacon [Canada], a poached egg [everywhere?], and the aforementioned ever-illusive hollandaise sauce [Holland]—all arranged in a manner not unlike a pair of googly eyes.

Why, you might ask, given the sheer number of times I have consumed this dish, have I never pursued the ingredients before? Well, since it often is one of the pricier entrees at the local watering hole [what with all those worldly ingredients], I usually only eat it when dining with my family and the old man is paying. :) So it’s not something that really crosses my mind too often when I am in the throes of interweb research.

But today all of that changed.

Do you even KNOW what’s in hollandaise sauce? I will tell you. It’s egg yolks and butter. TONS of butter. And by TONS of butter I mean an entire STICK of butter for every egg yolk, which means probably around 3 or 4 sticks of butter in every serving. I don’t even know how these quantities are physically possible, as the science of emulsion eludes me, but there it is. The egg yolks are frothed, and then the melted butter and some other minor ingredients are whipped in. [I had spent YEARS casually assuming that such a bright yellow and mustardy flavor must be the result of some vinegar and mustard combo, but neither is present.] My horrifying realization of the day is that in my lifetime I have unknowingly eaten hundreds of sticks of butter. I’m thankful it’s not soylent green or anything, but still.

Why is this important? The fact of the matter is that hollandaise sauce is glorified mayonnaise. [And isn’t it just like America to trick us with the promise of something glamorous, and then shove mayonnaise in our gaping mouths…] It’s like finding out that Hunter S. Thompson never did drugs, or that your favorite obscure folk band actually wants to make it big with a ska album. The realization that something you hold dear is disingenuous, after all. And disingenuousness is my greatest disappointment.

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1.15.2008

Call me Ishmael

a schlide-show for roberto

1.02.2008

Your words are gelignite, or just another sentimental aside

Top Things I Have Thought About in 2008, Thus Far

1. I just don’t “get” dubstep. It’s alleged-ly the next big thing. Burial, who appeared on approximately 89% of the vaingloriously blogged Best of 2007 lists I encountered, is credited with popularizing the genre, and while he/she has a cool musical anonymity thing happening, I have listened to some tracks and I don’t get the hype. Maybe my ear isn’t finely tuned enough to appreciate the “dark mood” and “sparse rhythms,” but, at least for now [I try to always be willing to be proven wrong], all it is to me is darkly and sparsely boring.

2. Is it possible to get Wii-Tennis Elbow? Apparently…

3. All songs about the New Year [and not feeling any different] are no better than “Butterfly Kisses.” Like the abhorrent daddy-daughter wedding dance classic, these songs were not written to express an artistic purpose but to cash in on consumer needs. In the case of “Butterfly Kisses,” it’s the need of people with terrible taste to have a specific song with which to perform a required wedding tradition in the most boring and disgusting way possible. In the case of New Year songs, it’s the need of people who store up sentimental significance in the celebration of New Year’s and need a way to express their feelings via AIM away messages and Facebook statuses. They pander to our temptation to be all wallowy and limply morose when we realize that our New Year’s celebration, once again, did not play out like the final sequence from When Harry Met Sally. Don’t believe me? From personal experience:

Azure Ray - “New Year”: On this day, we were born into the new year / And after the winter broke / We held hands and we ran / And we agreed that it had been a long one

Death Cab for Cutie - “The New Year”: So this is the new year / And I don't feel any different

Thursday - “Jet Black New Year”: Like calendars dying / at New Year's Eve parties / As we kiss hard on the lips / and swear this year / will be better than the last

Cursive – “Break in the New Year”: We sweetened for a kiss / The kiss of a new year to come / But those days are gone / We never got resolution - it never comes

4. Resolutions? Read more. Sleep more. Eat more vegetables. TRAVEL. Be more thankful.


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