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[WATCHED: August 6-August 15, 2012] XXX Summer Games continued

The Olympics finally ended in our house.  Meaning we taped the closing ceremonies and only got around to watching them (well, fast forwarding through them) a couple of days ago.

I’m not sure what it was about this year’s Olympics, but I was really on board with them.  In past years I haven’t watched nearly as much.  I’d say it had something to do with my kids, but they weren’t really that interested.  They typically played with things while the games were on.  My son wanted to watch Tae Kwon Do and my daughter wanted to watch “the beautiful diving.”  But they wouldn’t really hang around too much during most of the events.  Nevertheless, I was pretty happy to have been able to watch as much coverage as I did.  It became something of an obsession to be able to watch as many obscure sports as possible.  And even if I didn’t watch everything (the FF button is my friend), I enjoyed so many unlikely sports this year.

Since the last Olympics post we had a whole new breed of events that we got to enjoy: (more…)

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[WATCHED: July 27-August 5, 2012] XXX Summer Games

So I have been TiVoing the XXX games like crazy and now my suggestion box is chock full of porn.  And Motherboy XXX!

I have watched more of these Olympics than any previous one.  And I think it’s because NBC has been covering the heck out of it.  Not NBC proper, which is blowing it as bad as everyone says, but the satellite stations–NBCSN, which is great and CNBC or MSNBC one of those other stations that nobody watches, have been doing 9, 10 and 11 hour blocks of whatever is on.  And that’s pretty cool.

A few thoughts though—NBC & co., please learn how to cover live sports.  Even the wonderful NBCSN, home of awesome esoteric sports that I really want to see.  If I watch 40 minutes of field hockey and you cut to commercial during the only goal scored, well, you know, that sucks.  Or really any sport that doesn’t stop–you really fuck with momentum if you cut away all the time.  Here’s a simple solution, and its even more aggressive than World Cup soccer which knows how to shill product–compress the picture some and show a banner ad at the top or bottom or left or right of the screen.  You can’t show the no-doubt-well-thought-out ads for whatever it was 100 times like you do now (which I FF anyway), but plaster the logo in the bottom the screen, let it jump around and do cartwheels.  We can handle it, just stop cutting away. (more…)

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SOUNDTRACK: RED BUDDHA-Raindance (2007).

My Aunt Marg gave me this disc for Christmas a few years ago.  She said that she knew it from a spa that she went to.  And I can totally tell. I don’t know anything else about the artist, and it’s even hard to find stuff about him online.

The disc has an Indian (Eastern) vibe (which surprises me given the name of the artist and the African-looking person on the cover).  It also has a real world music feel.

Sarod

Overall, I like the music quite a lot.  It’s certainly new agey, but not treacly new age or anything.  It showcases some cool world music without resorting to clichés.  However, I admit to not caring much for the spoken lyrics of the opening track,  “Sometimes.”  His voice is deep and distracting, especially over such mellow music.  Despite the very Indian feel of “Sometimes,” the rest of the disc explores other sounds as well.  “Kokou” has a 70s kind of organ and bongos (with more appropriately world musicy chanted vocals).  “Raindance” has a cool flute over some bongo beats (all very soothing…with crickets).

Veena

I really like “Girl from Orissa” with its cool Eastern instrumentation.  There’s a sarod, a veena and a sitar on the disc.  (Orissa is located on the eastern side of India).  “Khali Gandaki” also features this cool instrumentation. (The Khali Gandaki valley is in Nepal).

“Mswati” opens with some percussion. But this track differs because of the interesting riff that plays throughout the song (whether guitar or keyboard, I can’t tell).  “Touba” has a nice bassline, which really stands out on a disc with minimal bass. It also has some neat wah-wahed guitars.  And “Preaching of Buddha” has a kind of Dead Can Dance feel to the vocals (they’re my go-to band for world music).

Sitar

“Katarajama” (a pilgrimage site for Sri Lankans and South Indians) has a great riff to it, and it’s even better when the other instruments play along.  “Patan Part 1” also has a cool sitar riff.  Although if Part 1 is 8 minutes, how long is  the whole song?

The final song, “Sufi Kalaam” has a somewhat more sinister or perhaps just movie soundtracky sound (low bass chords underpin the beginning of the track).  There are chanted vocals and lead vocals in another language.  I rather like the song, but it doesn’t really fit on the disc.

The whole disc is definitely a background/new agey kind of deal.  I can hear it all (except the first and last songs) working well for a relaxing evening of massage.  Just don’t listen to it while driving!

[READ: February, 17 2012] “Lorry Raja”

“Lorry Raja” won Narrative magazine’s “30 Below” contest for 2011.  After the wonderful stories that came in second and third place I expected something pretty amazing to win.  And I was maybe a little disappointed by this story because of it.  And I think I have to blame a cultural disconnect for that.

This story is set in Karnataka, India, a poor state in the south of the country.  People there are so poor that they live in tents and work in the mines–smashing up rocks to get at the iron ore inside.  The children can’t afford to go to school, there’s no electricity and everyone is covered in a red dust from all of the dirt in the mines.

Madhuri Vijay is able to create a compelling story out of this harsh environment.   The story concerns one family as they struggle to survive under these conditions.  The father (I had a really hard time keeping the names straight, so I’m not going to include them here) had an accident and cannot work to his full capacity, so he is stuck working less lucrative jobs. The mother works smashing up iron ore.  The middle son, 12, works and plays around the mine (collecting a few rupees each day).  They put some money aside for his eventual education.  The older brother has just gotten a job as a lorry driver for the mines–he takes the ore out to the port cities.  He is only 14, and, being 14, he takes especial care of his lorry–cleaning it from all the red dust and driving it in a very proud manner.  So much so, that everyone starts calling him Lorry Raja.  There’s also a baby brother who doesn’t play much of a part except (in the way I read it) to show off how hopeless things are (the boy is playing in the dirt and when it is time to feed him, his mother just takes her breast out in front of everyone).

The story is narrated by the middle son.  And we watch as he grows jealous of his brother–the Lorry Raja.  We see the narrator break up rocks, spy on his mother, spy on his father (who is lowered by a rope in to a deep mine (!)).  And we see him talk to the owner of the mine (who has a car, a generator and drinks Pepsi).  And finally we see him spend some time with his brother’s ex-girlfriend (they broke up more or less once he started driving his lorry).

When the girl casually remarks that the narrator should get his lorry license and then he could drive her to China, that sets a new part of his life in motion.  (They are thinking about China because the “Lympic Games” (“Whatever they are” he says) are being played there this year). (more…)

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SOUNDTRACK: TEENAGE HEAD-“Picture My Face” (1979).

Teenage Head is a punk band in the vein of The Ramones.  If I were younger I probably would have enjoyed this song more.  Not because it’s a punk song (and I’m old) but because it’s so derivative of just about every Ramones-inspired punk song I can think of.

There’s nothing wrong with being derivative per se.  Some of the best bands started out as derivative of something else.  And, frankly when you’re playing three chord punk it’s hard to reinvent the wheel.  But I think these kinds of bands are more for people who don’t have a history of music that is just like this, only better.

Heh, I just looked up this band and found out that this song is from 1979.  Whoops.  So it doesn’t have 30 years of punk holding it up, it still has a whole bunch of Ramones tracks to compare it to.  And, I stand by the suggestion that it’s fun punk, just not terribly original (although perhaps in 1979 it was more original).

[READ: June 14, 2010] “Waiting for God”

This story is set (sort of) at the Vancouver Olympics.  The narrator overhears two men speaking.  One of them is described as “Man in rags” the other is “Man with turnip.”  I understood that much.

I assume this is an homage to Waiting for Godot, an absurd story if ever there was.  And so, this story is also absurd.  Man in rags is discoursing with Man with turnip, but Man with turnip seems to be discoursing with someone else entirely. (more…)

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Eight years ago, during the winter Olympics, I fell in love with curling. The strategy was amazing, the excitement, yes, excitement of an end coming down to one final stone, and the total coolness of seeing one stone take out 4 others blew my mind.

I joined the Plainfield Curling Club and played for two years there.  Then I had kids and put aside my Olympic aspirations. But I still love watching a bonspiel.

And this years’ Olympics were amazing!  The caliber of play was fantastic and watching Kevin Martin go undefeated for his first gold was spectacular.  Kevin Martin showed poise and grace and proved to be my favorite Olympic athlete of the games.  Sorry Sean White, your jumps were definitely awesome, but they don’t compare to winning eleven matches in a row.  And remaining very cool under pressure.

Fellow Canadian skip Cheryl Bernard also played an amazing Olympics.  She played some fantastic matches, pulling out a number of squeakers and shooting an amazing percentage.  Her miss in the final end to send it into extras, and her miss in the extra end belied a fantastic tournament.  And, I have to say the gold medal game was a crushing defeat.  Not to take anything away from the Swedish team who played wonderfully.  I would have just loved to see a Canadian sweep of gold.

Cheryl Bernard proved to be my second favorite Olympic athlete (Johnny Weir & Evan Lysacek (with his feathered hands) were also favorites and the ice dance team of Tessa Virtue & Scott Moir were also quite tremendous).

This was a really great Olympics, and we haven’t even seen the hockey results yet!

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