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Monday, July 21, 2003

Cirque du Soleil fired a gymnast because he is HIV positive:


“Cirque du Soleil denied Matthew this job not because of sound science or rational concern for other employees, but because of unfounded fear. It defies both common sense and science to think that Matthew would exchange bodily fluids with another gymnast while flying through the air.”


Discuss

Saturday, July 19, 2003

In just eight hours, I will be 21. Years old.

How very.......... surreal.

Friday, July 18, 2003

Every now and then, I suddenly remember that I'm going to be living in London for four months.

And then I get all tingly. Like I'm covered in Denorex.

Thursday, July 17, 2003

I've been watching Season One of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine on DVD.

There's this sort of Star Trek ranking handicap that exists separate from other ranking systems... you know, if something is a good Star Trek episode, it doesn't necessarily mean it would be good elsewhere. I still enjoy it, but only because I'm willing to accept the lame along with the clever. Often this ratio is unbalanced toward the former.

However, I just watched the first great DS9 episode. One good enough that even without the Trek Handicap is still great. It's the penultimate episode of Season One called "Duet", and I hope the show continues like this. Strongly political, strongly philosophical, fantastic writing. Good stuff.

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Three things!

1. I visited the optometrist this morning. I have fairly bad astigmatism. I get my glasses on Tuesday. I hate my father, it's all his fault.

When I told Josh I was getting glasses he said "I'm sorry." I said "I don't mind them at all." His response: "Yeah but I remember the first signs I was getting old."

I chose my frames by letting the young lady behind the counter choose my frames. I figured she knew what looked good on me better than I EVER will.

2. I told Becca that I had this great idea for a website: one would leave books in public places with the URL written in them, and then whoever found the book would go to the website and say they found it too! Sort of like a wheresgeorge.com, but for books.

Well, she broke the sad news to me: they beat me to it! And are doing a really, really great job!

I released my first Book Crossing volume today. Go see what I thought of Downsize This!. Which is, shockingly, not much. Not much that's good, anyway. Ugh.

3. My birthday is on Sunday. We're partying at Life Cafe on Saturday night. You should come. If you can.

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

ESPN announced that it has hired Rush Limbaugh to do a weekly segment on their Sunday NFL Countdown program. I strongly objected to this, and I wrote ESPN the following e-mail. I've even left my mistakes in so you see exactly what I sent.


To whom it may concern:
I am a firm believer in the right to free speech, and I do not believe that this should ever be hindered in any way. I would never dare to suggest that, simply because of political views, any of your employees should be terminated. To do so would be as ignorant as cancelling a celebration of a Bull Durham at the Baseball Hall of Fame because of differing political views between parties.

That being said, I will no longer watch ESPN's Sunday Night Countdown, for the duration of the time that Rush Limbaugh is in your employee. I find Mr. Limbaugh's political and social commentary to be not simply ignorant, but truly dangerous to this country and its citizens.
Again, I would never suggest that one should be subject to hire based on political affiliation. But you do have to understand that hiring so vocal a political voice will alienate some of your audience. I hope that you considered this before hiring Mr. Limbaugh.

David McGee


I was sent this reply, today (I'll leave those mistakes too).


Thank you for your e-mail. 
Rush is an excellent communicator and a big sports fan.  He was hired
for those two reasons, not his politics.  His role will be to provide
the fans perspective and to create discussion and debate.
Sincerely,
ESPN Viewer Response


Now, I'm assuming that I was sent a form-response and not an actual reply. Because my response to this e-mail is "OK... so how does that address my point?"

I honestly would have preferred to not get a response than to get that inane one which clarifies exactly nothing.

Monday, July 07, 2003

Wow. These are really fabulous questions. I’ve put off answering them, because these call for hours of conversation, it seems, not just a short answer session.

I’ve waited long enough. I guess I’ll just have to do a summary of each, and assure myself that someday these will turn into hour-spanning discussions on themes personal and universal. Here goes:

1. Dave you seem to have a lot of respect for singers such as Brian Stokes Mitchell who sing/perform musical theater songs. You also seem to have a lot of distain for singers who sing/perform pop music. In both cases a person has desided to sing for a living and both usually sing songs that they didn't compose or have much personal attachment to. Why the different feelings towards the two different types of singing careers?

Yeah, wow. This got me thinking about the disparity here, which I had never really considered. I think the reasoning is like this:

When Stokes performs the role of Coalhouse Walker Jr. in Ragtime, he is doing just that: performing a role. There’s never any doubt about that—he uses his acting and singing skills to master a theatrical part. I know going in and coming out that Lynn Ahrens and Steven Flaherty are responsible for the music and lyrics, based on E.L. Doctorow’s novel. It is a piece of theatre in which he is participating. And also happens to kick ass.

What pop musicians do is different. Stokes has never said that “Make Them Hear You” is his hit song. What Stokes is doing is in service of story, and theatre, and art. The writers are celebrated, and respected for their art as well.

Which is not what Avril Lavigne does. While she is also playing a role, I have a lot more respect for a theatrical production based on a seminal American novel than I do for the construct of a producer who thinks “Gee, we could make some money if we had a skater girl! Let’s create one!”

This leaves a lot unanswered. Is it the fact that he recognizes himself as an actor that makes it OK? If Avril said “yeah, it’s a shtick, so what?” would that make it OK?

Here, in a nutshell: Stokes has learned and mastered a craft. A talented, gifted actor, singer, and dancer that has paid his dues and come out on top. My guess is that Avril happened to be sitting in the lucky booth at a TGIFriday’s when a producer spotted her. So when Stokes stands and proclaims, as Coalhouse Walker Jr., “Proclaim it from your pulpit, in your classroom, with your pen: teach every child to raise his voice and then my brothers, then—will justice be demanded by ten million righteous men” I’ll take it over Sk8er Boi any day of the millennium.

2. You've been given the following assignment in a screenplay writing class. You are to write a scene that involves the members of your family. Here's the catch, you can't use your family members as the characters, but rather you must "cast" pre-existing fictional characters to represent members of your family. You can choose characters from any realm of literature or media. Who do you "cast" as each member of your family, including yourself, and tell us briefly why.

This question is really tricky for me. My family will read this. What if they are offended by my choice? I’ve been worried about this. So I make it clear that I’ll offer a longer explanation anytime.

My mother: The Mother from Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones

My father: Amalgam of The Dad from Roald Dahl’s Danny, Champion of World and Willy Loman from Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman.

My brother: A lot of Andrew Wiggin from Orson Scott Card’s Ender’s Game (but with a little of Quentin (he-Quentin) from William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury) except he has a much better sense of humor than those two combined.

My sister-in-law: Rose Walker from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman

Myself: I don't know. At all. Some parts of Barry Egan's character from P.T. Anderson’s Punch-Drunk Love reminded me of me. Or Tiger Lily from Peter Pan.

Maybe I’ll extrapolate later, but I want to move on for now. Not on the Tiger Lily thing, that was a joke. But the rest of it.

3. Dave you seem to have changed in your need for stability and increased your enjoyment of the new and the different over the past couple of years. What do think are the contributing factors in this?

Getting older, moving out, going to college, increased self-awareness, independence, reading, studying, learning, breaking up with my first-ever girlfriend, introspection, New York City, age, wisdom, pancakes. Especially the pancakes.

4. You've often spoken about using directing as a way to evoke emotional response from others and to provoke thinking about the subject matter they've just seen. To you think you could do this more effectively with a show guarenteed to have a six month run on Broadway or with a movie that is guarenteed to be a Blockbuster (regardless of content in either situtation, just assume people would come see it)? Also tell us why.

Well, it’s gotta be a blockbuster movie. If it’s in five hundred theatres across the country and only four people watch it in each theatre per day, I’ve already reached a larger audience than I would in a major Broadway house. Chances are, as it’s a blockbuster, that it will be significantly more than that. Many thousands will see it per day. The opportunity to reach people over a broad regional and economic spectrum is great.

Now, theatre audiences generally expect to have to think more than movie audiences, I’ve found. So I’d just have to do a really kick-ass fantastic job and make them forget their damned escapist notions.

5.In what ways to think that being the son of a pastor has influenced your life?

I’m used to being “onstage” because the pastor’s family is always under scrutiny. An inordinate amount of people here in theatre school are minister’s kids. They’re linked somehow—being a pastor’s kid IS performing and I guess it just sort of transfers itself along.

I’m good at brown-nosing adults and fundraising.

I know a lot of church music.

I never ever ever want to go to another potluck ever again in my life. Ever.


OK, I’m gonna stop for now. Without reviewing it at all. Y’allz let me know if there’s anything that I answered too much as smart-ass or anything you just want me to expand on.

In closing, I’d like to say that I typed this at work and I’m not sure it’s possible for me to HATE MACINTOSH COMPUTERS MORE THAN I DO. DAMN, THIS IS A PIECE OF SHIT.

Saturday, July 05, 2003

I went to a concert last night at the Bowery Ballroom. Some friends of mine dig the band that was playing-- I'd never heard their stuff but it seemed like it would be a fun time, regardless. The band was called Jets to Brazil. I actually really enjoyed their music, but the crowd was so awful that it really detracted from the overall experience. When they weren't simply being annoying, they were actually being offensive. No wonder it seemed that the set was cut short. I wouldn't have wanted to play for that crowd, either. (I wrote "crown." Lingering thoughts of independence from the English, I guess)

Tuesday I am going to see Pearl Jam at Madison Square Garden. Sometimes, when I realize this, I start bouncing up and down with glee. I'm very excited about this.

It is a very, very hot and humid day here. In case you, um, wanted to know.

Wednesday, July 02, 2003

I'm such a freaking moron.

When I published that last post, I also published the old broken archive menu. BAH.
Hurrah!

With Josh as my witness, the archive is finally fixed. As if anybody cares what I had to say in October. I don't. But it's there just the same.

Thanks, Josh, for walking me through that.

I'm also working on the first ever PICTURES page 'round 'bout these parts. At this point it will only be photos of Forensic & the Navigators, but you should all be looking at those anyway. At least until I get some new ones. Photos. Not navigators.

In other happy news, I chanced by the Virgin MegaStore today, and they were having THE $10 SALE! I assumed they'd just be clearing out crap, but you know what they say: one person's crap is another one's nostalgic crap!

For $10 each I was able to purchase The Big Lebowski, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, and Requiem for a Dream on DVD. The first three are three of my favorite films of all time. The last one I haven't seen, but as it's $5 to rent it, what the hell? I've been told it's amazing.

I'm going back tomorrow to get Point Break. That's right, you heard me.
OK, look at today's White House Press Briefing and you'll see this little gem. I'm sure there are more of these, but I'm only six questions in or so.

A reporter asked a very good question about the lack of weapons of mass destruction turned up in Iraq. He asked why the American people shouldn't conclude that they were never there in the first place. Here's Ari Fleischer's brilliant response:

MR. FLEISCHER: Frankly, I think the burden on this falls to the President's critics. They're the ones who have to explain, after the United Nations, themselves, found that Iraq had failed to account for tons, for liters of botulin toxin and risin and anthrax -- is one to assume that Iraq waited for the United Nations inspectors to get thrown out of the country in order for Iraq then to destroy what everyone acknowledged that they had, and that Iraq failed to tell anybody they actually destroyed it?

Ignoring his sentence structure (which is hard to do), let's play pretend. Here's how this argument goes.

White House: We're going to war.
Public: Oh really? Why?
White House: They have weapons.
Public: Oh really? How do you know?
White House: Trust us.
[time passes]
Public: Hey, uh... did you find any weapons?
White House: No.
Public: Why not?
White House: WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME?!!? HUH! THE BURDEN OF PROOF IS ON YOU!!
With the whirlwind of activity going on here at the site, nobody knows what's going to happen next!

Anyway, I've posted those essays from freshman year where I killed off my dad. They're here and here. They're Word documents (.doc files). Once again, as a disclaimer, I quote the wise words of myself:

"Neither of them are very good, but one great thing about writing about how your Dad died is that the professor is hesitant to give a bad grade."