So for Madonna's MDNA tour, everyone who got a ticket got a free iTunes or CD version of her MDNA CD.
But I only recently realized that the CD they sent everyone must have been the edited version, which leaves entirely off the track "Gang Bang", which would have appeared as the #2 song (the rest all get bumped up one slot then).
I'm kind of ticked. That sequence in the tour was my favorite, and the song was good too, and I'd love to have it. I wonder if I can write anywhere to see if I can get the unedited CD. I don't think that was an option when I had to specify online whether I wanted the album on iTunes or on CD, after I bought my ticket.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Seeing Don Hertzfeldt.
A while ago I had a chance to see Don Hertzfeldt live after a screening of his films.
I had seen some of his animation here and there for a while, and since it was so viciously funny and very mature, I had assumed he was in his late 60s and had experienced a ton of life.
Instead, he was around my age.
Interestingly, he keeps a log of his dreams and things that happen to him in everyday life, and many are directly given to characters in his films.
His new film "It's Such a Beautiful Day" was amazing - it picks up the story of a character he developed in 2 previous films, and to see them all one after another was amazing.
I think his film is showing again at the art film house downtown next month, I might go see it again. Since I saw it, I've flashed back to it several times, especially the last minutes of the last film, it was so amazing, just like I've often thought back to parts of Almodovar's "The Skin I Live In", which was perhaps the best film that I saw this past year.
I had seen some of his animation here and there for a while, and since it was so viciously funny and very mature, I had assumed he was in his late 60s and had experienced a ton of life.
Instead, he was around my age.
Interestingly, he keeps a log of his dreams and things that happen to him in everyday life, and many are directly given to characters in his films.
His new film "It's Such a Beautiful Day" was amazing - it picks up the story of a character he developed in 2 previous films, and to see them all one after another was amazing.
I think his film is showing again at the art film house downtown next month, I might go see it again. Since I saw it, I've flashed back to it several times, especially the last minutes of the last film, it was so amazing, just like I've often thought back to parts of Almodovar's "The Skin I Live In", which was perhaps the best film that I saw this past year.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Fun Latin news.
My one Latin student who's a faculty assistant at school is totally on board to read "Gaudet Mater Ecclesia" (John XXIII's speech to open the 2nd Vatican Council) as one of our texts, after we finish the saint's life we're on!
We are also going to add in a short poem by Catullus each section, as we continue to read Ovid's "Art of Love".
We are also going to add in a short poem by Catullus each section, as we continue to read Ovid's "Art of Love".
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Memories of Bars (5 of 5): Bowling alley bartender.
The one night I hit all those Polish bars, I popped into this bowling alley to see if it had a bar, and since it did, I had a drink there.
The bartender was this (older) (white) woman, but much of the clientele was hispanic, with even a few African-Americans here and there, and when I got there, she and these two (Latina) women were discussing the merits of Cedric the Entertainer.
Both had seen him twice, and agreed that he recycled too much material.
Later, this one kind of lanky baby-faced Latino kid with a bright red baseball cap and a hoodie left everyone, since he had to get to school, and as he was leaving she called him over and gave him a hug across the counter.
"Now you get home, you have school tomorrow!", she was like, and he mumbled something about how it was only 9pm.
"But by the time you get home and get ready for bed, it'll be ten, and you have to be up at six for school, so git!", she was like.
Later, I talked with her, and she told me not only about what an asshole the previous mayor was and how unions in this state have it too good, but also about growing up on this farm in north-central Wisconsin, and how because of that she was more like her parents' generation than her own, and she grew up in a farmhouse with a pump and an outhouse, and went to a one-room schoolhouse that only got merged into a county school for the 1st time when she was in high school.
"Me and Johnny Patoshek [sp.?]," she was like, laughing, talking about the other kid in her grade.
She also said that one time her and her dad were in a truck going down a county road around November right before hibernation time, and there was this old fat bear in the middle of the road, and her dad honked the horn at it, but it started sleepily running "boozha boozha boozha" down the road, its fat shaking everywhere, and since her dad was a smart ass, he followed it, even nudging its butt with the front of his truck now and then.
The bartender was this (older) (white) woman, but much of the clientele was hispanic, with even a few African-Americans here and there, and when I got there, she and these two (Latina) women were discussing the merits of Cedric the Entertainer.
Both had seen him twice, and agreed that he recycled too much material.
Later, this one kind of lanky baby-faced Latino kid with a bright red baseball cap and a hoodie left everyone, since he had to get to school, and as he was leaving she called him over and gave him a hug across the counter.
"Now you get home, you have school tomorrow!", she was like, and he mumbled something about how it was only 9pm.
"But by the time you get home and get ready for bed, it'll be ten, and you have to be up at six for school, so git!", she was like.
Later, I talked with her, and she told me not only about what an asshole the previous mayor was and how unions in this state have it too good, but also about growing up on this farm in north-central Wisconsin, and how because of that she was more like her parents' generation than her own, and she grew up in a farmhouse with a pump and an outhouse, and went to a one-room schoolhouse that only got merged into a county school for the 1st time when she was in high school.
"Me and Johnny Patoshek [sp.?]," she was like, laughing, talking about the other kid in her grade.
She also said that one time her and her dad were in a truck going down a county road around November right before hibernation time, and there was this old fat bear in the middle of the road, and her dad honked the horn at it, but it started sleepily running "boozha boozha boozha" down the road, its fat shaking everywhere, and since her dad was a smart ass, he followed it, even nudging its butt with the front of his truck now and then.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Best part of volunteering in Wisconsin this past week.
One of my friends showed up hung over, so I had fun mentioning to the fieldstaff and volunteers I knew that he was hung over, but was so dedicated, that he came.
The one older (white) woman with the Wisconsin accent who had once told me she got invited up on a porch to have a beer with some (African-American) voters during the last presidential election and then got invited back the next week for a BBQ, took my friend's being hung over very matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah, that can happen," she was like. "It's good that he's out in the fresh air walking around, that always helps."
The one older (white) woman with the Wisconsin accent who had once told me she got invited up on a porch to have a beer with some (African-American) voters during the last presidential election and then got invited back the next week for a BBQ, took my friend's being hung over very matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah, that can happen," she was like. "It's good that he's out in the fresh air walking around, that always helps."
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Some Wisconsin Voters (3 of 3): 3rd set.
7) My one (hispanic) friend of a friend came to volunteer, and he went up to this guy who he thought was a slightly brown (white) person, but on further thought thinks was a native American of some kind.
"Hi, I'm going door-to-door for Obama," my one (hispanic) friend of a friend was like.
"Don't worry about me," the guy was like. "I'm for Obama all the way. I don't want that dumb ass white guy in office."
8) The last voter on the 2nd walk pack (of canvassing) I did for the day was this older (white) guy who said he was "leaning Romney", so I started talking with him, and it came out that he was for Romney all the way...
He said Obama went around apologizing for the U.S., if GM went bankrupt the company would have emerged from it leaner and meaner, and that with Iran, that "those people" only respect you if you show force.
He got really really worked up, and he said he had to stop.
"If you came in for a beer," he was like, "We should not talk about that, we should talk about Detroit instead."
"That's probably for the best," I was like. "So you like the Tigers?"
He did, and we agreed that we could both hate the Yankees.
He went back to yardwork, and then I talked a bit with his wife who was standing there, and I told her how my great aunt was a nun and loved the Tigers, and would have loved the last few games, if she had been alive.
"After lights-out in the convent," I was like, "She used to sneak a transistor radio under the covers, so she could listen to the games. She would have loved to see the Yankees get their ass handed to them on a platter."
After a short pause, I added, "Though, she wouldn't have phrased it like that."
9) At one house, 3 (African-American) girls drove up, and one needed help with voter registration, so after giving everyone fist bumps, I helped her out with that.
Then, as I was finishing up, this ripped shirtless (black) guy in his mid-20s comes out, since he heard I was giving out voter registration info and he needed some help.
Then, he took some fliers on same-day voter registration, since "he sells movies" (bootleg DVDs?) and "people have been asking how you get registered."
Since he gets up early, too, he was thinking of joining the party this past Mon. at 7:15am at the local field office, where people were going to gather and head over to the early voting location to be the 1st people to cast their votes.
"Hi, I'm going door-to-door for Obama," my one (hispanic) friend of a friend was like.
"Don't worry about me," the guy was like. "I'm for Obama all the way. I don't want that dumb ass white guy in office."
8) The last voter on the 2nd walk pack (of canvassing) I did for the day was this older (white) guy who said he was "leaning Romney", so I started talking with him, and it came out that he was for Romney all the way...
He said Obama went around apologizing for the U.S., if GM went bankrupt the company would have emerged from it leaner and meaner, and that with Iran, that "those people" only respect you if you show force.
He got really really worked up, and he said he had to stop.
"If you came in for a beer," he was like, "We should not talk about that, we should talk about Detroit instead."
"That's probably for the best," I was like. "So you like the Tigers?"
He did, and we agreed that we could both hate the Yankees.
He went back to yardwork, and then I talked a bit with his wife who was standing there, and I told her how my great aunt was a nun and loved the Tigers, and would have loved the last few games, if she had been alive.
"After lights-out in the convent," I was like, "She used to sneak a transistor radio under the covers, so she could listen to the games. She would have loved to see the Yankees get their ass handed to them on a platter."
After a short pause, I added, "Though, she wouldn't have phrased it like that."
9) At one house, 3 (African-American) girls drove up, and one needed help with voter registration, so after giving everyone fist bumps, I helped her out with that.
Then, as I was finishing up, this ripped shirtless (black) guy in his mid-20s comes out, since he heard I was giving out voter registration info and he needed some help.
Then, he took some fliers on same-day voter registration, since "he sells movies" (bootleg DVDs?) and "people have been asking how you get registered."
Since he gets up early, too, he was thinking of joining the party this past Mon. at 7:15am at the local field office, where people were going to gather and head over to the early voting location to be the 1st people to cast their votes.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
== NEWSFLASH - NEWSFLASH - NEWSFLASH ==
I went to bar #1,000 last night.
I don't even know what that number means anymore - some of the bars have closed, I wonder if I've accidentally been to the same bar twice (maybe one I had been to before my project began, and then back to once and then another time, and wrote it down both times), and one of the bars I've been to has been re-opened under a new name by its Bosnian owner for tax evasion purposes (and I've been to it under each of its names).
I only planned to go to bar #997 and maybe bar #998 last night since my friend I was meeting from out of town is not much of a drinker and is in the middle of studying for her qualifying exams, but it turns out her girlfriend of almost 5 years had an affair, so we spent a lot of time talking about their relationship, and so went out for multiple drinks.
The bar we went to last was this gay leather daddy bar from the 1970s. The bartender was this balding late 40s blonde guy in chaps with a goatee and serious fuzzy hair on his upper arms, but he was very very nice to have a woman in the bar, and he even went to open up the (unmarked) women's restroom for her (they keep it locked so men don't have sex in there?).
When I was talking with my friend, I noticed there was a DVD case of gay porn on a shelf, but the screens behind the bar were playing some sports game...
Then, later, my friend was like, "Did you see what's on the screens?", and it turns out that on a screen way over to the right out of my line of vision porn was playing, and there was porn playing on a screen that was behind her head, which I hadn't noticed.
From then on, whenever she shifted in the course of talking about her horrendous breakup, I couldn't help glancing up at the screen, which was full of muscled hairy older guys fucking.
I don't even know what that number means anymore - some of the bars have closed, I wonder if I've accidentally been to the same bar twice (maybe one I had been to before my project began, and then back to once and then another time, and wrote it down both times), and one of the bars I've been to has been re-opened under a new name by its Bosnian owner for tax evasion purposes (and I've been to it under each of its names).
I only planned to go to bar #997 and maybe bar #998 last night since my friend I was meeting from out of town is not much of a drinker and is in the middle of studying for her qualifying exams, but it turns out her girlfriend of almost 5 years had an affair, so we spent a lot of time talking about their relationship, and so went out for multiple drinks.
The bar we went to last was this gay leather daddy bar from the 1970s. The bartender was this balding late 40s blonde guy in chaps with a goatee and serious fuzzy hair on his upper arms, but he was very very nice to have a woman in the bar, and he even went to open up the (unmarked) women's restroom for her (they keep it locked so men don't have sex in there?).
When I was talking with my friend, I noticed there was a DVD case of gay porn on a shelf, but the screens behind the bar were playing some sports game...
Then, later, my friend was like, "Did you see what's on the screens?", and it turns out that on a screen way over to the right out of my line of vision porn was playing, and there was porn playing on a screen that was behind her head, which I hadn't noticed.
From then on, whenever she shifted in the course of talking about her horrendous breakup, I couldn't help glancing up at the screen, which was full of muscled hairy older guys fucking.
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