daniel lanois has been getting a lot of press recently due to his new album and touring dates. the interviews have been kind of strange, however. one in the georgia straight was ok, but left me thinking lanois was a bit arrogant. whether or not this is the case is another matter.
the interview in the vancouver sun with kerry gold was very peculiar. i get the impression that she’s pleased to have gotten her fingers bitten by lanois. makes good copy. the article begins well enough, with gold praising lanois and outlining his career. at one point lanois makes a comment about being “drawn to greatness”. the reporter seems to think this means that lanois is a whore who will work for the most popular star of the moment. the interview goes all wrong.
from the way lanois was talking earlier in the interview it seems he was referring to being attracted to working with people like brian eno, who he cannot praise enough. in other words, lanois is “drawn to great musicians with great ideas” not “drawn to the bag of cash”.
gold suggests that lanois turned sour after lanois accused her of being part of the evil corporate radio machine (she works in print).
it looks like these two kids completely misunderstood each other on several points. feathers ruffled. guns were drawn. what could have been a solid interview gets flushed. lanois looks like an asshole. gold looks like she got the scoop. the reader isn’t impressed.
lesson learned: phone interviews are a dangerous sport. so are in-person and email interviews, but that’s another story.
“Vancouver bishop’s same-sex stand angers Third World primates”
how bloody funny is that? i was having a miserable morning after a crappy sleep, but this headline from the vancouver sun still made me chuckle. call me 12 years old, call me sarcastic. that is funny as hell.
you know that one of the folks at the sun was giving a poke with this one. yes, the fourteen african and asian anglican bishops may technically be primates, but it just sounds so funny. come on, there must be a few anglicans out there who couldn’t help but guffaw.
a bottle of wine greets us at the table. the first time i encountered this was at one of those middle-class restaurants attempting to make its customers feel high-class (milestones). my immediate response was repulsion. i wanted to avoid falling into the trap. i ordered tea.
i recall when a bookstore i worked at years ago began accepting advertising for its “end caps” (chapters). it seemed so crass and manipulative. we weren’t promoting good books, text we believed in, we were promoting whatever we were being paid to promote. this is, of course, the nature of business. people who open chain stores are not in business strictly because they enjoy the service industry or believe in their product. they are most likely in it for the money. this financial philosophy guides decision making and creates unease in the store, restaurant, etc when the customer becomes aware of the game.
the other thought conjured by the wine product placement was how the advertising might easily turn off a portion of their clientele. how about those who don’t drink because they are recovering alcoholics or those who are, say, muslim, and do not drink due to religious belief? the restaurant’s willingness to repel a portion of its customer base attests to the fact that they are more interested in dollars than creating a welcoming environment for anyone hoping to purchase a decent meal.
this considered, perhaps product placement that is sure to offend a certain percentage of your user base is not actually good business. this raises the question of what good business practices are, and opens up the doors for all sorts of social and moral subjectivities. it’s probably much easier in the long run to say screw it, and be a coarse, vulgar capitalist.
added probabilities to track 0. it was written in march of 1998. the poems come from pulling books off shelves at random, opening them to any page, and choosing sentences or words with as much randomness as possible.
eugene jarecki has done us all a service with the trials of henry kissinger. beyond looking at kissinger’s record in cambodia, east timor and chile, this film asks the big questions about how we should perceive war crimes and diplomats. the film follows in the steps of christopher hitchens’ condemnations of kissinger in his articles and book, and features plenty of footage of hitchens railing against kissinger. hitchens is a compelling character, and makes a strong argument throughout. you don’t get the sense that hitchens is being petty, either. he is a man possessed with demonstrating the hypocrisy behind the history of american foreign policy and the ego of kissinger.
jarecki makes us reassess the concept that statesmen must choose between evils – that they are somehow above the law when they directly affect the lives of thousands (or millions) of people. as well, the film forces us to question why american politicians can be held to a different standard than those elsewhere in the world (the case recent cases against milosevic and pinochet are good examples).
because kissinger operated at a different time in history, when his breed of realpolitik allowed for more flexible morals and ethics, should he be allowed to escape the ramifications of his actions? should we continue to condemn the past, rather than setting guidelines for the future? the film does not broach this point, but insists that politicians should be held to the same laws as the rest of us.
another interesting concept is that since the late 60s the media eye has penetrated deeper into the daily machinations of political decision making. i think this film is a lesson to all of those operating in washington right now. they are not beyond the law or the careful gaze of your people – and can no longer operate in a moral vacuum, under the invisible guise of backroom deals and personally motivated power plays.
hockey night of canada theme. scooby-doo song. another unidentifiable, but equally annoying, ring-tone.
listening to people’s cell rings drives me mad. it is like being aware of the muzak around you while you walk through the mall. like hearing a really awful version of a beloved song.
i think what is most irritating is how other people’s phones demand your attention and break your concentration. a fridge, for instance, produces a subtle and predictable form of noise that you can get used to. a sudden burst of classical music from a phone destroys your thought process and becomes an annoyance.
even more annoying are the smug owners who let their phones ring several times because they like the sound of their cool new ring tones, and think we should all be impressed.
after i laughed uncontrollably at her admission to having just been to the tanning salon she informed me that it was ok to use tanning beds because there’s a new study that proves they’re safe. they might even be good for you.
studies make the wheels of progress grind along smoothly. if you need to prove a point, convince the populous that a product is safe (or draw people to your cause to prove it isn’t), studies are perfect. there’s one out there for everyone’s liking. there’s nothing a study can’t prove.
the glass of wine a day debate is a good one: what? liquor is bad for me? i read a glass a day is good. what? liquor is good for me? excellent, i’ll take two!
passed by a film set today on the walk to work. some new flick with david duchovny. they turned the incendio pizza joint on the corner of columbia/alexander into something else, and erected a strange looking wall to hide the train tracks. there are tropical trees so i’m assuming its in california or florida. passed by a set car with illinois plates and a bunch of well-placed crap on the dashboard.
mock locations, props galore, and heavy makeup. i can completely understand why the dogme 95 thing started (the irony of course being that the anti-movement always becomes an establishment itself).
i love movies, but walking by them all the time around my workplace makes me queasy. such excess – the astounding effort expended to suspend our disbelief for a few moments entertainment escape.
researching. it’s something i love and hate. i love having an excuse to read heaps of books on arcane subjects. i hate trying to do this while holding down a day job.
i’m currently reading about new religious movements of the 60s and 70s. could there be anything more fun?
plowing through ed sanders’ the family. a thick book written in a strange personal style. pretending objectivity? not ed. his highly subjective writing style constantly reminds you that you are reading the history of the manson clan through a filter. still, a fascinating study.
i’ve taken transit for years, and have never been asked to make change for a five. two days in a row, two different ladies ask for change for a five.
the guy sitting next to me is reading “the electric kool-aid acid test”. so am i.
i’ve run into countless old friends in odd places in the past few months.
these have mingled with millions of non-coincidences.