Saturday, March 14, 2009
Watchmen
Tonight, the majority of Stadium 110 made an excursion to Lakeville to see the film Watchmen. I was personally very excited to see the film as a fan of the comic book, and I was both disappointed and pleased that I saw it. To explain my thoughts on the film, allow me to first explicate my over-the-top love of the comic. Watchmen is one of my favorite books of all time, following The Sirens of Titan and Slaughter-House Five. This is because it is a comic book, because it HAS to be a comic book. Alan Moore uses the various panels of the comic book to create multiple parallel storylines and raise attention to the fact that you are reading a comic. This is called modernism, and Watchmen is the only modernist comic I've read. That being said, the key difficulty in creating the film was making a movie out of something that is supposed to be a comic and only a comic. The comic within a comic, the news headlines paralleling that comic, and the "excerpts" from publications where what made me love Watchmen.
Going into the film I was prepared for disappointment, but I was not as disappointed as I expected to be. To the film's credit, it is the most faithful literary adaptation I've ever seen. Many of the lines are copied from the comic word for word, and the storylines that are left out are still referenced. The film attempts to retell the plot of Watchmen and sacrifices the modernist and artistic statements made in the comic. In terms of retelling the plot, Watchmen recieves an A. Although for a newcomer it may be difficult to follow, the cinematography follows the frames of the comics perfectly and there are very very few changes that are actually for the better in the film (spoiler: no giant trans-dimensional being appears). Unfortunately, I don't love Watchmen for its story, I love it for being a comic and stretching the boundaries of what a comic can do. The only way I could appreciate the film as much would be if it similarly stretched the boundaries of film, which Zach Snyder is incapable of doing. The film is fairly typical, just highly stylized and colorful. I don't want to attack Snyder, because he has chosen 2 very difficult comics to adapt to film, but he just isn't a profound enough thinker to direct Watchmen. Alan Moore never wanted his comic to be made into a film, and his fears were correct. While Watchmen is a fine retelling of the plot, it misses the intricacies and reflexivities that made the comic a masterpiece.
I'm White and I Like Stuff
What socio-economic class do you belong to? I consider myself be on the upper side of middle class, but only because the middle class is so fuckin huge apparently – 80% of Americans consider themselves to be included in the middle class. Obviously someones gotta give…
Anyways, I’m sure you’ve heard of Stuff White People Like. It’s a humorous website/book (don’t know which came first) essentially making fun of yuppies and the tastes of affluent, trendy white people in a presumably tongue and cheek way. And it’s written by a Canadian… (I’m not really gonna go there. But you know what I’m thinking)
And while this site doesn’t really make me feel uncomfortable on a racial level, it does more makes me feel uncomfortable with yuppies, a group of people I don’t really consider myself to be of.
That being said, here are some things on the list that I, Mark, supposedly have in common with the young, trendy, urban professionals of North America:
- Frisbee Games
- The Onion
- Hating Corporations
- Study Abroad/Taking a Year Off
- Recycling
- Living By the Water
- Whole Food and Grocery Co-Ops
- Indie Music
- Arrested Development
- The Daily Show/The Colbert Report
- Wrigley Field
- Yoga
- Making you feel bad about not going outside
- Wes Anderson Movies
- Farmers Markets
You should check out the site or the links above to read their quick blurb on each topic. Some of them are pretty funny. Some of them will make you uncomfortable if you don’t like being stereotyped or portrayed as whatever he is making fun of.
I also think this one is really funny/sad.
Well that’s it. Recap: I’m Mark and I’m white and I like stuff…
Friday, March 13, 2009
112 Eatery...The cheeseburger re-invented
So I just got back from the cities where I ate at a place called 112 eatery. The restaurant is located in the warehouse district of Minneapolis. One would not assume much from this unsuspecting little restaurant. Inside there are about 5 booths and 6 tables (one of which is located in the kitchen). But after you get your food you will understand why I felt it a must to say something about this place. I started off with the blue prawns appetizer which contained the most flavorful fried shrimp I had ever tasted. To top it off, the dish was served with a rooster sauce that was spicy, but added just the perfect accent to the shrimp.
When I had the shrimp I thought that nothing could top it, then I had the 112 burger. There is not much to this dish; simply meat, cheese, then bun, served with a side of pickles. But these three ingredients have been modified from their modern brethren. For one, the bun is a large and buttery English Muffin. Secondly the cheese is no mere slice of American cheddar, but bits of Bree that melts on the burger when they serve it to you. I can not describe how good the combination of these three ingredients is!
The only disappointing aspect of the evening was the dessert. The Banana Cream Tart was just not as flavorful as the other dishes.
The bottom line is that if you are looking for a great place to eat, this is it. Whether it is for a date or just a fun evening out, you can not beat this little eatery in the heart of the city. Be sure to get your reservations early.
Fantasy Baseball
Black Lights, White Tees, and a farewell to BK
Last night marked the end of an era in Stadium 110. Our very own BK is saying farewell to the dwelling and the people he loves to pursue his studies in Russia. He will be missed. As sad as BK's departure will be, the members of Stadium 110 saw him off in grand fashion.
The lights that once contained boring florescent bulbs were transformed into beacons of hope for those who demanded that their white articles of clothing (and teeth) glow. As the black lights flooded the room, so did the people. Around 11:00pm the common area of stadium 110 was filled with friends, pseudo acquaintances, and the completely random person looking for a party.
The biggest highlight of the night was not the awesome black lights or the fact that people were dancing on tables, but the pornographic scenes occurring right next to BK's desk. These people were not simply doing the bump and grind, but dry humping the bejesus out of each other. Positions like doggie style, reverse cowgirl, and the always evocative legs behind the head were performed.
So with all that said, not only will the black lights remind our room of BK, but the dirty dirty things that were occurring beneath them.
Chinese youtube sensation
Metaphysically it shows that no government can stop free speech if there is a strong enough desire for it, and that its existence relies on the people's willingness to exercise it not the government's willingness to allow it. But more physically it shows a bunch of alpacas, which is cool.
I don't know any Chinese so I don't know if the translations in this video are correct; if anyone does know let me know.
Thoughts of the Other Day
ONE - Lighthouses. Lighthouses are amazing. Dan Deacon told us this in "Drinking Out Of Cups." But seriously, think about how awesome lighthouses are. For example:
Beautiful. Yes yes, you say, lighthouses are great, if I didn't realize that, I would suck, and you're reading this blog so obviously you don't suck. To get to the point: I was walking to campus from Stadium and it was one of those still, clear nights that only happen in winter, and I looked up and for a few seconds I imagined that the Carleton smoke stack had transformed into a lighthouse. Which got me thinking: Carleton needs a lighthouse. And it should be a residence, like a townhouse. If I were to build it, it would be placed on top of the Labyrinth (why do we even have that?) and would feature spiral staircases. If I ever become a billionaire, I'm donating money to Carleton with the stipulation that they build a lighthouse for students to live in. Here's a basic idea of what it would look like.
TWO - So I was watching a friend playing the new Mario soccer game, "Super Mario Strikers Charged." I have no idea as to how good the game is, all I know is that at the time I thoroughly enjoyed watching it because it has bright colors. While watching the game, I started focusing on the characters played by the computer and how they acted with relation to the motion and location of the ball. There is a very general trend of the computer characters changing direction every time the ball changes direction, which is expected. Here's a clip for an example. Again, why am I mentioning this? Well, I realized that one could write a computer program similar to the Mario Strikers computer that has points follow another point, and the motions of all the points are based on the motion of the single point. Hard to describe, but you get it. Well, if you made those points really bright and colorful and gave them trails as they moved, you could create the coolest visualizer ever ever. For real.
The Olson Manifesto
That’s right. A manifesto. I can hear the naysayers now, “A manifesto? Don’t you think that is a little extreme? A little ridiculous? I mean, Mark, you're no Karl Marx or the Unibomber or someone trying to promote humanism!” And I say, no. Not really. But Wikipedia says a manifesto is “a public declaration of principles and intentions.” So that’s what my first post is going to be – a statement of my principles and intentions in regards to this blog. Because I cannot speak for my fellow stadium dwellers… only for myself.
First off, I hope to share a little bit of what living in Stadium 110 is like to the greater Carleton community, nay the whole fuckin internet. Because some people only know the wonderful people who live under the bleachers. Others have been in the room due to our parties, but have no idea who we are. And some people just don’t know shit. So I’ll try to help ya’ll get a better sense of what living in a stadium next to the Ski Room (where we hide shit when we move our couches for a party), next to the cannon (where Alfredo and I saw two cats fighting TO THE DEATH), next to the cage (where we get huge), and under the bleachers (where I will one day get a wingsuit and jump off of and fly like Toto’s video below).
Secondly, I’ll be posting stupid, amusing, awesome, weird internet videos. In fact, I’ll post one right now. Here is a video called Adventure Time. I often tell people of how random some of shit that goes through my head is. Well, this is the world I wished I lived in; the world I see when I close my eyes at night. It’s 7 min long, but its so worth it. Enjoy. Also here is a link to some more info on the show in case you end the video with that “wtf?” thought in your head.
Thirdly, I guess I’ll be sharing some of my thoughts. And while often my thoughts will be related to youtube videos and talking about how annoying the guys upstairs are when they practice their ratatat and kanye west cover “band,” believe it or not, I do have other things to think about.
On the subject of principles… I believe few things are more important than being a badass, eating really yummy tasting food, and living a life of satisfaction. Take that how you wish.
So that’s me and my manifesto. Let’s give this blog the ol` college try.
Some things to look forward to:
-A Beginners Guide to First Mate Charlie
-A discussion on the consideration of turning the common room into a ball pit
-My thoughts on Chocolate and Peanut Butter
-Things Carleton need (besides a lighthouse)
-Cartoons Now and Cartoons Then
sorry
So, yeah... sorry
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Since Stadium 110 cares about politics...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/03/11/bristol-levi-split-up-rep_n_173917.html
How troubling.
Wingsuit Base Jumping
These guys are freaking amazing. And psychotic.
A word about BASE jumping:
BASE stands for Building Antenna Span Earth, the four types of objects that jumpers can jump from. BASE jumping is essentially skydiving, except for the fact that jumpers do not jump from a plane and are generally in the air for a significantly shorter time (they don't have as far to fall). Because they aren't in the air for as long, some BASE jumps can be non-terminal, (ie they don't reach terminal velocity, the point where drag prevents further acceleration), whereas all skydives are terminal. Terminal velocity for a person is about 120mph and can be reached in about 15s in free-fall.
The short time that BASE jumpers have before they reach the ground introduces a lot of risk: they have to be able to deploy their parachutes within seconds of jumping, and they have to be able to deploy/maneuver correctly, or else risk running into the side of the building/cliff that they jumped off. Any slight wind could send you off course.
The wingsuits that these people use allow them to both slow down their terminal velocity (more drag) and to control their movement more precisely. They're no longer limited to just falling straight down. This obviously makes for some kickass "flying," but it also means they have to know a lot more about how they're falling (eg whether or not they can make it over the next rocky outcrop).
Many BASE jumpers participate in a numbering system - you are awarded a "BASE Number" after you have successfully completed one jump from each of the four categories.
These people are insane. They're even in Minneapolis!
WTF Chicago
Freshman mating season
What was surprising were the acts of copulation occurring on our very floor and furniture. Seriously, where did these kids learn to dance? I don't tend to think of myself as a prudish elder, but this was beyond bump and grind. The dancing escalated all night, until finally, it did not qualify as dancing any more. I think it was during "LAP" when I looked across the room and saw a blond Freshman girl (who may have actually been a Junior) pressed up against the wall with her legs spread wide and her boy toy thrusting his crotch into hers. "WTF?" I thought, "are they actually having sex..." As far as I could tell they were still wearing pants, but still, when we were freshman we at least found a semi-private place to go if we wanted to start humping.
I've been thinking about what could be causing such behavior in these Freshman, and I think the UV exposure may have put their hormones into overdrive. With the days getting longer and the time switch last weekend, all of the dancing under the blacklights must have put them over the edge. Whatever the cause, Freshman mating season seems to be in full effect.