… but this just doesn’t seem like the most efficient way for that hamster to travel:
Category Archives: Culture Jammin’
Twitter Q&A-style product
Maybe going to the well too often with this feature, but here we go again:
People ask me some form of this question a lot. Usually it’s just Chipotle vs. Taco Bell. Here’s my thing: Do I have to pick one?
As far as I’m concerned, Chipotle, Baja Fresh and Qdoba are one thing and Taco Bell is a totally different thing. Taco Bell is faster, cheaper, and fast-foodier. Taco Bell falls in the same category, I think, as regional taco chains like Taco John’s, Del Taco and Taco Time, none of which hold a candle to Taco Bell. Taco Time, in particular, sucks. Del Taco is OK but most of its allure is in its lack of East Coast availability.
Like Taco Bell, Chipotle is also awesome. I find it consistently better than QDoba and Baja Fresh though I’ll admit that my exposure to the latter is limited. Also, one time I filmed a short movie I never actually edited in a Chipotle in Virginia, and the people were totally cool about us setting up a tripod in there and such. The movie was to be called, “Burrito, Interrupted.”
No, not unless Jason Statham’s career takes a big left turn somewhere. I saw The Mechanic the other day. It wasn’t his best. I feel like — and this I honestly believe, I’m not just saying it because he’s an awesome ass-kicking machine — Statham is better than a lot of his movies at this point. The writing in The Mechanic was so awful, predictable and wooden that it almost felt like Statham was being sarcastic half the time. And while some of the sequences were reasonably awesome, there was never that edge-of-your-seat celebration of motion and explosion and the human capacity to process rapid-fire images that I’ve come to associate with great contemporary action movies, so the whole thing was a bit of a letdown.
I’ve said this before, but I think Jason Statham should play Bond. I know he’s not quite as polished as the traditional tuxedo’d Roger Moore Bond guy but there’s got to be a reason the newer Bond movies all suck, and I suspect it has something to do with the producers being slow to grasp the reality of the modern badass action hero. Now for your brother:
Yup, I even applied. I had no clips and had never produced anything scripted besides my sketch comedy show in college, so I cranked out 50 pages’ worth of screenplay a couple days before I had to send in the application. It sucked and I didn’t get in. I’d like very much to write a sitcom someday, but that’s not an easy field to break into.
You know what? This might be heresy but I don’t think either of them has particularly great hair. Please don’t tell them I said this, but Polamalu’s is a frizzy mop and Matthews’ is a stringy mess. I don’t understand why long and unkempt is equated with good. You can’t just grow out any old head of hair and expect people to revere it. Now Mark Sanchez, that’s good hair. Laurence Maroney has good hair too. But obviously Joe Namath is the standard-bearer for NFL hair.
Fun fact: I had longish hair coming out the back of my football helmet as a sophomore in high school. Not like Clay Matthews long, just like, I don’t know, Jeremy Shockey long. I looked like an idiot.
I’ve actually tackled this before. The caveat is that I’d have to be an awesome hitter and/or reliever, or else the songs don’t sound nearly as cool. But my walk-up music would be the section starting at the 1:25 mark in Ozomatli’s Super Bowl Sundae, and my closer music would be Dr. Dre’s Keep Their Heads Ringin (lyrics NSFW), though I’d obviously have to use a radio edit. But I will say I also think the Ave Maria would be a particularly badass choice for a completely dominant fireball closer, because I think it’d be completely terrifying to hear such a beautiful song being pumped through the stadium P.A. while a guy threw 98-mph warmup tosses, sounding the death knell for your chances of winning.
From the Wikipedia: Maceo Parker
At Madison Square Garden a couple weeks ago, Prince pulled a beautiful young woman up on stage and serenaded her with “I Love U But I Don’t Trust U Anymore.” The song featured an alto saxophone solo by Maceo Parker, throughout which Prince kept asking the woman if she knew who the saxophonist was, and she kept nodding as if she did even though it was clear from her eyes that she didn’t.
It turns out the woman was Leighton Meester, from the Matt Cerrone-favorite show Gossip Girl, which I have never seen. Anyway, I really hate it when people find out you’ve never heard of something and then act incredulous and make you feel stupid. That’s not what Prince did, but it’s something that comes up all the time, especially in music.
You’ll be talking to someone and they’ll be like, “You’ve never heard of HAWKWIND!? How can you even call yourself a music fan you poser!” Well, sorry but I haven’t. I’m confident in my base of knowledge, and I’m sure there are plenty of bands I’ve heard of that you haven’t. For example, I had no idea who Leighton Meester was, which might surprise and for some reason bother fans of contemporary pop culture and the show Gossip Girl, but I did very much know who Maceo Parker was. And I think sharing knowledge is more productive than mocking someone for lacking it, so this is for Ms. Meester and anyone else who doesn’t know about Maceo, because you should.
From the Wikipedia: Maceo Parker.
Maceo Parker is a funk saxophonist. Nay, Maceo Parker is the funk saxophonist. His Wikipedia page says he plays the tenor and bari saxes, but he is mostly associated with the alto sax. He grew up in North Carolina playing in church, and got his big break when James Brown recruited Parker’s brother Melvin to play drums in his touring band. Brown agreed to take on Maceo as well, beginning a rocky association that lasted a quarter of a century.
Maceo would ultimately serve as Brown’s band leader in some of his most popular bands. He played the classic sax line on the recorded version of “I Got You (I Feel Good).” Like many of Brown’s recruits, he left the band multiple times over disagreements with the notoriously rigid Brown. He played in multiple iterations of Parliament-Funkadelic and on numerous projects with funk heroes (and fellow former James Brown bandmembers) trombonist Fred Wesley and bassist Bootsy Collins.
There isn’t much about Parker on his Wikipedia page that’s not about music, and that seems reasonable because he probably doesn’t have much time to do anything else. According to the page, he has played as a sideman on 88 albums since 1964 and recorded 15 of his own. His resume includes gigs with the Brown, P-Funk, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Living Colour, De La Soul, the Dave Matthews Band, Prince, 10,000 Maniacs, Color Me Badd and Keith Richards.
During the Prince concert, Prince would just occasionally call out for Maceo and Maceo would just walk on from offstage and rip into a sax solo. This is notable because I’ve seen this happen in multiple shows with multiple bands in various venues. I think Maceo Parker might just sort of show up places with his saxophone then stand offstage and assume people will call him on to jam, which they should because he’s awesome.
Driver with Andre
Samuel Beckett used to chauffeur a young Andre the Giant to and from school. They talked about cricket. Awesome. Via Josh R.
Turning Groundhog Day over to the experts
I was going to write about the movie Groundhog Day today because it is Groundhog Day, but then Jonah Keri passed along this link. It’s Stephen Tobolowsky himself — Needlenose Ned, Ned the head, Werner Brandis — with his reflections on the movie. Turns out Mr. Tobolowsky, a TedQuarters favorite, has a pretty strong internet presence, with columns like this one at Moviefone.com and on his podcast and Twitter.
James Franco can teach you about James Franco
Sidd passes along the news that James Franco will be teaching a class called “Editing James Franco… with James Franco.” The idea is that students have to edit together a 30-minute documentary about James Franco using footage of James Franco provided by James Franco. But then the classes are also being taped to be used in the documentary so the final product is not just a documentary about James Franco but a documentary about James Franco teaching people to make a documentary about James Franco. Crazy meta.
Twitter Q&A-style product
Yesterday, when stuck for topics for this blog, I asked Twitter for help with suggestions and questions. Here are two:
If you haven’t heard, Gil Meche retired rather than continue to collect way too much money from the Royals to be a subpar or injured pitcher in 2011. Though he was owed $12 million, Meche said he didn’t feel right accepting money he wasn’t going to earn, even if the Royals understood the risk when they signed him to a big contract before the 2007 season.
What Meche did sounds noble, for sure, and it is such a distant outlier in the realm of regular human behavior that it has prompted a lot of hullabaloo the last couple of weeks. Mets fans, for one, are wishing that Ollie Perez opts to do the same.
But though that would be nice, neither Perez nor Meche should have any obligation to return money to the team that signed them. I never agree when fans fault players for the size of their contracts — the player should want as much money as he can possibly make, it’s the GM’s fault if it proves to be way too much.
Meche suggested he simply didn’t feel right taking money he didn’t deserve, and I appreciate that sentiment. But did he retire with the understanding that the Royals would re-invest his salary in the team? Because giving money back to an enormously wealthy person — Royals’ owner David Glass — seems a bit weird too.
I won’t into too much boring detail, but SNY is part-owned by Comcast and technically I am a Comcast employee. When news of the NBC/Comcast deal first came down over a year ago, I got a package at my house with a letter essentially saying, basically, everything’s cool, nothing’s changing for you and we should all be excited.
Something along those lines. I didn’t really read it all that closely; I was distracted because with the letter came — as special gift celebrating the deal or something — DVDs of Kindergarten Cop and The Bourne Ultimatum.
I figured they must have just sent an army of interns down to some DVD liquidation warehouse somewhere in the bowels of NBC and had them all shove two random movies into every package. And so I thought it was pretty funny that I happened to get Kindergarten Cop and The Bourne Ultimatum, since the former is absolutely hilarious in every way and the latter is a sequel and thus a funny thing to randomly send to someone.
Then I came into work the next day and asked some of my co-workers what movies they got, and they all had Kindergarten Cop and The Bourne Ultimatum too. Why those two movies? You figure it had to be an overstock thing, right? But then does that mean they so overstocked those two movies that they had enough to send them to every Comcast employee? How many copies of Kindergarten Cop could they have possibly produced?
Art bet!
The Milwaukee Art Museum and the Carnegie Museum of Art have agreed to a Super Bowl bet! Even better: The museums have put major works by major artists on the line. The bet continues an annual tradition begun last year when MAN instigated a wager between the Indianapolis Museum of Art and the New Orleans Museum of Art.
Both museums are offering up significant impressionist paintings: The Carnegie Museum of Art has wagered Pierre Renoir’s playful, fleshy Bathers with a Crab (cicra 1890-99, above) on a Pittsburgh Steelers victory. The Milwaukee Art Museum has put on the line Gustave Caillebotte’s serene Boating on the Yerres (1877, below). (Coincidentally, the Caillebotte was one of the paintings I suggested here. I completely whiffed on the Renoir.) Milwaukee is the nearest city to Green Bay (pop. 100,000), which does not have an art museum.
– Tyler Green, Modern Art Notes.
As a snobby New Yorker, it’s easy to mock a bet between art museums in Milwaukee and Pittsburgh. So let’s do exactly that:
Oh how sophisticated, an art bet! And two works of impressionism, no less! Man, this type of thing makes you really glad the Jets didn’t advance to the Super Bowl, because how could anything from the MoMA or the Met or the Whitney or the Guggenheim or the Frick have possibly matched up to the offerings from the Milwaukee Art Museum and the Carnegie Museum of Art? We are all philistines compared to the fine-art connoisseurs of Green Bay and Pittsburgh.
As for the paintings: No disrespect, but I find ’em both kinda boring. I feel that way about a lot 19th-century painting for that matter. If it was a Jets-Bucs Super Bowl and we could put up a Magritte against a Dali, that’d be a pretty exciting bet. Of course it would also mean the Jets were in the Super Bowl.
And furthermore, my father’s interpretation of this classic Jack Handy quote is not for wagering:
Hat tip to Tom Boorstein for the link.
File under: Movies I should probably see
I have a feeling this is the type of thing that deserves to be seen in Blu-ray.
Wolves have better taste in music than 13-year-old Norwegian boy
“Eikrem said he was able to drive away the wolves by
playing the song ‘Overcome’ by the American hard-rock band Creed. ‘They
didn’t really get scared,’ Walter said. ‘They just turned around and
simply trotted away.'”






