The DC: February 2008 Archives
Woo-hoo! I'm going to Tucson again over spring break. I initially wanted to go visit my brother in Portland, Oregon, but even with a leftover travel voucher for $300 or so, tickets were still prohibitively expensive, sometimes up to $1,000! As it was, the ticket to Tucson was more than $100 more than last year's price. Airline flights are becoming expensive, yet service and reliability has decreased. Someone's profiting I suspect.
I hope to get up to Phoenix again for some margaritas with the girls, maybe do some snowboarding north of Tucson, but most of all get some more sun. I can't complain this winter, it's been a good year for getting some extra rays.
Scruffy college pole vaulter. I pole vaulted in high school too!
Deamy Crown Prince Haakon of Norway in recent interview with NBC News.
"They're fighting simply for a sense of direction. They're fighting just to be a part of something. They're fighting so people will be concerned about them," says Tyrone Parker with the Alliance of Concerned Men.
Shooting each other for attention? I think that's a stretch. No one is forcing the trigger to be pulled, there's a lot to do in DC, and a lot of it is free. So far they've only been shooting each other, but someone outside of this "part of something" is going to get shot in the crossfire some day.
But at least there's been police presence keeping watch lately. On Friday night I spotted District Commander Larry McCoy (with requisite cop 'stache) at the 7-Eleven on Rhode Island. Last night I got home late from work and counted five police cars, lights a-flashin', while walking home from the subway station. I also smelled horse poop too so a mounted unit was nearby as well. And the crack lighting unit has been at the Shaw station for at least a week.
For all of you mean queens who say unkind things about Tilda - Renegades forwards Josh, Chris and Frank the Tank send their regards:
Photo by Brettie taken on 5/25/2006 at the 2006 Bingham Cup in May on Randall's Island in New York City. Good times. We are bringing two full teams to compete in the 2008 Bingham Cup in Dublin, Ireland this June.
Rugby practice starts next week on March 4th from from 6:45-8:45 p.m. at Cardozo High School, 1300 Clifton St. NW DC, hopefully to resume in a few weeks at Stead Field, located on P Street, N.W. (between 16th and 17th streets). I've been to one conditioning training and have started to run on the treadmill, and hope to get to another conditioning session on Thursday. Last Sunday we did some recruiting and socializing at Fadó Irish Pub while watching the 6 Nations rugby semifinals. I think I managed to pull in my first Renegades recruit - we'll see if the bug bites him. This Saturday, March 8 starting at 8:15am you'll see Ireland vs. Wales followed by Scotland vs. England. We'll be there, stop by and enjoy the fun and beer.
Excerpts from tonight's case study assignment on the policy and practice regarding television program-length commercials (PLCs) marketed towards children:
The question of “which came first – the toy or the show?” often guided many of the FCC rulings during the development of PLC definitions. He-Man and the Masters of the Universe and Transformers toys and action figures preceded the cartoon programs by only a few years. Conversely, many years passed before toys and product lines based on Sesame Street and Disney characters appeared on the shelves. In most cases, the FCC avoided any clear definition between these shows and products, aside from banning the airing of product advertisements related to the shows during the television programs (Colby, 1993).
In this part of the paper, I admit to being a total geek:
But children love toys, and watching them come alive on the screen constitutes entertainment. Product manufacturers cannot be blamed for stimulating the inherent imagination in a child’s mind. From personal experience, I watched the Transformers first as a television cartoon program, had a few of the toys well into my teens, and thoroughly enjoyed the 2007 feature-length live-action film based on the product line. If the product marketing was an insidious invasion of my mind, I must admit that I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.
It's for my Legal and Ethical Issues in Global Communication class, which I am enjoying. All the boring requisite classes are done, with only 3 more classes to go to complete an M.S. in management, at the rate of one class per semester. At this point I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, which is a good feeling .
Eaton's $5000 haircut. Caveman rugger Jason Eaton sheds his locks for charity.
Catherine Tate & David Tennant of Dr. Who in a comedy sketch for last year's Comic Relief. "Bite me, alien boy!"
Wouldn't it be awesome if Project Runway's Tim Gunn was the voice of the new KITT Car on NBC's Knight Rider?
For all you communicators and graphic designers out there: Make the Logo Bigger - the song. From the muscial "We Need a Logo!" For those of you not in the profession, a request to "make a logo" makes graphic designers universally cringe. A logo is not the sole means of identity branding. Consistent use of carefully chosen fonts, colors and language is sometimes all that is necessary. Supervisors and bosses tend to ask for a logo for every program, initiative and event without much understanding of the multiple ways in which something can be branded. If communicators created a logo for everything, a brand is lost when the target audience is bewildered by a storm of logos.
Burmese pythons could colonize one-third of the USA, from San Francisco across the Southwest, Texas and the South and up north along the Virginia coast, according to U.S. Geological Survey maps released Wednesday. Soon, cheesy giant snake sci-fi movies will be a reality. I'm calling J-Lo and Ice Cube for some help against the snakes when this day comes.
File Under 'Bad Idea': Lots of Craigslist chatter last week about the new nightclub Town Danceboutique scanning the barcode on the back of driver's licenses and IDs to check birthdates with a handheld device, shown at left. Some patrons were not amused, although the practice seems to have stopped this week according to some of my sources. Joe.My.God tells me that this practice is about to become city law for all bars in NYC that have a doorman, initiated by City Council Speaker Christine Quinn.
Town management responded with an assurance that the information collected on the devices was not being recorded, used for marketing purposes, nor was the use of the device a requirement for entry. Patrons could choose to have their ID cards visually verified for date of birth.
Personally, I cringe to think that this could practice become law in any city. A bouncer or doorman's scrutiny is all that is necessary in my opinion. It's creepy stuff that gets us incrementally closer to a nanny state that knows far too much about what we do and where we go.
Testing...do my comments work? I made a few adjustments to this blog's backend, and since then there's been no comments coming through. Or maybe no one has commented. I've noticed that the longer the post, the fewer the comments. People just don't have time to read through a page of random thoughts.
The birds are back and the sun is coming up when it should, which makes getting out of bed in the morning so much easier these days. And I'm tired at night when I should be, as opposed to wired until 3am. It all has to do with the photoperiod for me. The dark days start around the end of November, and it's not until late January where I realize I've been in a deep funk. I need to remember to recognize this as often you don't know you're in a pit until you get out of it.
That said, I've also cut back from daily downers, like one of the neighborhood e-mail listserves for example. There is just so much incessant bitching on those neighborhood e-mail lists, and very little constructive activity. You know you have a problem when an overly cynical person with seasonal mood swings is telling you that you need to lighten up. There's one guy on the list who has to gripe and groan about every. single. message. made to the listserv, no matter what the hour or topic. That ray of sunshine needs his own blog so he can complain to his heart's content rather than on an hourly basis on the listserv. Most of the time I've been hitting 'delete'. Like my friend and future good manager OMG DJ TM™ said at a meeting a while back, "If you don't have a solution, don't bring up a problem."
Anyway, I went birdwatching yesterday with a friend and a coworker. We spotted pied-billed grebes, a white-throated sparrow, ring-necked ducks, and a bluebird among the usual suspects. Neither of the birdwatchers shown below are me, I just took the picture:
The weather was almost 75 by Noon, but later became more seasonal, cooler and windy.
Here is what the Cloverfield gargantua looks like. He comes with his own parasites! Isn't that cute?
I went out to Bear night at Cobalt/30-Degrees with a friend on Friday and had a good time. "Two Floors of Fur," as Clickboo's event branding goes. The tripartite schism with the Friday night Bear crowd still persists, but that ensures more room at any of the three venues where the hairy diaspora has spread. You can only put so many bears in one place.
On Saturday I went to see Jumper at Gallery Place with friends, breaking my rule of not going to see movies at the theatres on the weekend. There are simply too many people with important text messaging to be done during the show that just can't wait, and it annoys the hell out of me. And the talking. Gallery Place is the new Union Station, heretofore written off for movies on the weekends.
After that while shopping for mouthguards, me and OMG DJ TM™ met Toby and his friend. I'll have to officially report that in real life Toby is nice and polite - his blog persona is clearly the alter ego.
Later that evening me and Skwurl went to Blowoff, which had a slightly different crowd than usual. I attribute that to the late start. We didn't spot many of the usual alternabears, and the crowd was kind of South Beach, but luckily Rich and Bob were off the hook, playing appropriately to the crowd.
I made a few attempts to say hi to a few furry strangers, but this player doesn't know the game very well it seems. Either that or people are more comfortable making connections on the Internets these days. I swear it was easier to pick someone up at a bar 10 years ago, and maybe people don't want to be seen doing that these days. Who knows. Luckily the music was good and I was having a good time dancing regardless of my failed tries.
Next week Blowoff is in NYC at the Highline Ballroom. Have fun Big Apple Bears!
At least three people I know didn't recognize me for my lack of facial hair last night. One person needed a full minute to recognize me - he honestly didn't know who I was. Tee hee! Going incognito as a cherubic doppelganger can be fun. Some say my current look makes me the "Bizarro Jimbo" from an alternate dimension, most likely the evil version. You usually expect the evil version to have a black goatee.
Notable quote from the evening:
"Ruphus can hit me in the chest as hard as he wants, but what he just doesn't understand is that I'm indestructible." - Jimbo
Seven habits of highly effective spaceship captains, evil or not.
On Wednesday, Feb. 20 there is supposed to be a total lunar eclipse between 10 and 11pm EST. I hope the sky is clear in DC for this auspicious event.
Last week’s Washington City Paper front page article is fascinating reporting about the struggles between The Washington Post newspaper vs. its evil alter ego washingtonpost.com (lowercase emphasized). It’s a long article but very descriptive in it’s coverage of the struggles between the two aspects of the same company, and resolving print vs. website copy, presentation and content.
One Mission, Two Newsrooms A river runs through the struggle for the future of the Washington Post. By Erik Wemple
Fall Photo Flashback: warming up before our last match of the season:
Photo by SuperStar Brettie. I seem to be enjoying the dance-like nature of the exercise more than the others in the photo.
And that's all I have to say about Valentine's Day. Only one more food-related holiday (Easter) to go and we're all out of the woods in terms of food temptation since Thanksgiving.
While I can't say I DC, I've gained an appreciation for living in this town over the years. After recent vacations out of town I've found each time I'm a little more satisfied to return to the city. The guys here get a bad rap sometimes, but there is something to be said for them being washed, educated, well-traveled and clean-cut. Of course I wish there was more scruff in this town, but in the end a guy needs to be interesting and hold his own in a conversation as well.
They don't all talk about politics, or maybe I've just learned to divert the conversations to other topics. There are other industries here other than in government and politics. We've got a big tech base and of course lots of higher education institutions that employ a lot of interesting people.
When I first moved here I was continually warned that guys would always ask, "So, where do you work?" or "What do you do?" But ever since I sought advice from a career counselor, my opinion on those types of questions posed early in a conversation have moderated. If are someplace to earn a living and spend 40 hours a week doing something, it is an important facet in your life, so inquiries about it doesn't really bother me. That said, there are many in this town who do nothing else but work and don't have much else to say.
Anyway, guys here aren't so bad, but you can still get cooties from them.
Here's the cutest Valentine of them all, Josh, owner of The Mighty Jimbo: