Dec
29
2007
2

The Best Albums Of 2007

It’s that time of year again. Time for me to add my contribution to the seemingly endless list of end of year “Best Of” lists. And there are a lot of them!

I believe there have been something like 7 billion new albums released this year. I haven’t had a chance to listen to all of them yet, but I’ve certainly found a few that have made their way into my permanent collection and made me smile. And here they are. No excuses. No explanations. Just my favorite albums from the past 12 months:

10. Ted Leo and the Pharmacists – Living with the Living
9. M.I.A. – Kala
8. Amy Winehouse – Back to Black
7. Kaiser Chiefs – Yours Truly, Angry Mob
6. Barenaked Ladies – Barenaked Ladies Are Men
5. LCD Soundsystem – Sound of Silver
4. Klaxons – Myths of the Near Future
3. Radiohead – In Rainbows
2. Wilco – Sky Blue Sky
1. Arcade Fire – Neon Bible

Honorable mention:
Lily Allen – Alright, Still
Arctic Monkeys – Favourite Worst Nightmare
The Good, the Bad & the Queen – The Good, the Bad & the Queen
Jamie T. – Panic Prevention
Bat for Lashes – Fur & Gold

Albums that come highly recommended but I haven’t had a chance to really listen to yet:
The National – Boxer
Panda Bear – Person Pitch
Rufus Wainwright – Release the Stars
Feist – The Reminder

Dec
20
2007
0

In-Law Bound

1:45am: haven’t started packing yet. Cab’ll be here at 9:30am to take us to the airport. 10 days in England. One week with the in-laws and three days with Jan’s mates down in Brighton. Even have a wedding to go to! Bought an awesome new suit. Then back here for New Year’s. Gonna pack Emily’s toys and all non-clothing necessities now. I’ll do the clothes in the morning. Looking forward to a week of relaxation. Will try to report while away. Happy holidays to all. Life is good :)

Dec
18
2007
5

Einstein’s Logic Puzzle

I just stayed up entirely too late figuring out this puzzle that was purportedly created by Albert Einstein, who claimed only 2% of the world’s population could solve it. This story is likely apocryphal, and certainly more than 2% of all people could solve it, given enough time. Hopefully this won’t detract from your enjoyment of it:

Facts:

  • There are 5 houses in 5 different colors.
  • In each house lives a person with a different nationality.
  • These 5 owners drink a certain beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar and keep a certain pet.
  • No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar or drink the same drink.

Hints:

  1. The Brit lives in a red house.
  2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
  3. The Dane drinks tea.
  4. The green house is on the left of the white house.
  5. The green house owner drinks coffee.
  6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
  7. The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.
  8. The man living in the house right in the center drinks milk.
  9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.
  10. The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats.
  11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
  12. The owner who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
  13. The German smokes Prince.
  14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
  15. The man who smokes Blend has a neighbor who drinks water.

The question is:
Who owns the fish?

Dec
17
2007
2

15 Months… And Then Some

Happy 15 month birthday, Emily.

Astute readers will have surely noticed that this celebratory blog entry is already 10 days late. But from the deluge of complaints that never flooded my email or the comments section of this blog, I’m just gonna press on and assume nobody noticed.

Emily is very fortunate to have spent most of her fifteenth month with family – and not just boring old mom and dad! I feel like a big fat jerk for not blogging about it sooner because so many wonderful memories were created during my dad’s 10-day visit and then during my sister Rebecca’s subsequent week-long adventure that a passing mention in a birthday blog entry will never do it justice. I’ll follow up soon with more details.


Hangin’ around

I think I’ll break from tradition and, instead of listing all of Emily’s major achievements from this past month in easy-to-read bullet list format, I’ll focus on one topic and go into annoying detail via the handy use of tables. Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking… I’ll add bullets, too. So without further ado, here is Emily’s communication breakdown:

Words in Emily’s vocabulary

  • ball – anything that’s round is a ball
  • B-B-B – Big Brown Bear becomes bedtime buddy
  • bye-bye – you’ll get one of these after a kiss or if you put on your coat
  • daddy – still with the cute pause between syllables
  • dog – this animal gets named, the others are all known by the sounds they make
  • eye – she used to say “ear” but we lost that one
  • key – newest on this list, just appeared yesterday as I was opening the front door
  • kick – will say it every time she does it – we have a future soccer champ
  • mama – sounds a bit like “baba”
  • more – the absolute most often heard word on the list
  • one – when building towers, we always count the first block placed
  • uh-oh – used to indicate dismay or concern (Merriam-Webster)
Things that Emily can point out in a line up

  • alligator – there’s a picture of one above her crib
  • bed – synonymous with “are you tired?”
  • car – she’ll push it around the room if you say “vroom!”
  • Cookie Monster – he’s the blue one
  • dummy – this is her pacifier, not her daddy
  • Elmo – he’s the red one
  • feet – I have to ask for these when putting on her footy pajamas
  • fish – probably the first word to appear on this list thanks to the mobile in her bedroom
  • food – being able to ask “do you want… ?” is sooo useful!
  • milk – see above
  • shoes – Emily loves to try on everyone’s shoes
  • socks – she’ll pull them off when you’re not looking
  • train – hers has a button on the locomotive that play “If I could talk to the animals”
Instructions Emily understands

  • close the door – gotta keep the heat in one room
  • come here – whether she complies is another question
  • dance – a mix between “jump” and “sit down”
  • jump – Rebecca insists that Emily jumps like a monkey
  • kiss – my favorite
  • legs in the air – only to be used when lying on her back
  • sit down – first came in handy on the slide
  • spin – and will continue until she gets dizzy and falls over
Animals whose noise Emily can imitate

  • cat – Emily snuck up behind me while I was looking at I Can Has Cheezburger? and starting meowing – that was awesome
  • duck – missing the “qu-” but always comes in twos
  • elephant – tons of spit – classic
  • horse – usually “nay” but sometimes “nee”
  • sheep – this one always makes her happy


Cereal killer

Dec
11
2007
3

Spring Flight To Florida, Confirmed

Quick, be the first ones to request a visit / dinner / coffee / movie / tennis match / synagogue session with us before our social calendar gets completely filled! Emily only makes it to the US about twice a year, and who knows which state she’ll be visiting next!

We’ll be arriving at 4pm on Thursday, March 13 in Miami International Airport and we’ll be heading home from the same airport at 6:30pm on Tuesday, March 25. What happens between those dates is up to you…

Dec
10
2007
3

Short Run

The video that I shot for HP a couple of months ago has finally been posted on their website so I’m now legally allowed to talk to you about it.

It was a really good experience making this video. First of all, any experience in front of the camera is good experience. You learn something new every time. Also, and probably more importantly, my colleagues in marketing now know that I not only manage online databases of technical specifications, but I’m also an actor. So with any luck, I might be seeing some repeat work in the future.

I hate seeing myself on video. Little things bug the heck out of me that most people probably won’t notice (unless you itemize them on a blog before showing the video); like bags under my eyes, silly walks, involuntary arm movements, and stray eye contact. I’m probably too hard on myself, but hey, that’s my job.

Anywho, in case you’re interested, here’s one of the videos:

The same video can be seen on the official HP website in the orange Training and Guides box, along with another video I shot that’s more or less the same but with a different cutter.

Dec
08
2007
1

Piano Wire Puppeteers

PIANO WIRE PUPPETEERS:

THE CONSTITUTION, MEDIA & DENNIS KUCINICH

By Sean Penn
December 7, 2007

It’s been an odd week. For me, a particularly odd week. But that’s another story. So, wait a minute. Iran DOESN’T have nuclear weapon capability??? So, who are we gonna bomb? I want to bomb somebody! Didn’t Senator Clinton just vote in essence to give President Bush the power to bomb Iran? If he had done it last week, would that have made her right? I mean, if she knew then what she knows now? Or am I getting that backward? Golly, I’m confused. And what about President Bush? This week, Vladimir Putin, the man Mr. Bush said he “Looked into the eyes of and found to be very straightforward and trustworthy.” So much so, he was “able to get a sense of his soul.” Well that soulful fella has just successfully coalesced the most dangerous power base in Russia since the Cold War amid rumors that include allegations he ordered the assassinations of journalists and imprisonment of noted proponents of freedom (Oops).

Meanwhile, our President’s great enemy in Venezuela, Hugo Chavez, that “totalitarian,” “authoritarian,” “dictator,” that “mad man run amok,” somehow was unsuccessful in his bid for the constitutional reforms that would have allowed him to be repeatedly re-elected for life…Hmmm? Odd week, you know? Really. What happened to Chavez’s “strong-arming?” His “electoral corruption?” His alleged “gagging of the press?” How in the hell could he have lost? I’m sorry, did I miss something? How is it that this “Commie bastard” with 80% of his citizens having elected him in the first place was unable to prevail? Could it be that we’ve been lied to about him? I mean, Pat Robertson’s not a liar, is he? His god wouldn’t let that happen, would he? And god-forbid, our god would let the right-wing pundits, left-wing corporates, or our own administration send us a bill of goods!? Is it possible, I mean I know it’s silly, but is it just a little bit possible that President Chavez is in fact a defender of his people’s Constitution? That, that’s how his referendum could fail? And that that’s why he accepted it with such grace? A constitution which I have read several times. Quite a beautiful document, not dissimilar to our own. You might give it a read. Oh, I forgot — he’s a “drug runner.”

Let me share something with you. Late one night in Caracas, I met with a couple of fellas, mercenaries I think you call them. Goddamit, I keep doing that. I mean “contractors.” They were Brits, their specialty: drug interdiction. These two were no great fans of Chavez. They called him “radical” and expected him to fall to an assassin’s bullet within the year. Like him or not, he had the cash to win their acceptance of his employ. And working alongside the Venezuelan military, these two, based in Caracas, had played the mountainous and jungled border between Columbia and Venezuela. A zone rife with paramilitaries, FARC guerrillas, and mer…scratch that, contractors. What I was told that evening in Caracas by these piano wire puppeteers was that they had never worked for a government whose investment in drug interdiction was so genuine. “Yeah,” said one of the Brits, “I gotta give the bastard Chavez that.”

But I was talking about the Constitution. Most importantly, our own. And what an odd week it has been. Our culture is engrained with a tradition that blurs the line between what is right, what is just and what is constitutional, with what is a scam. That tradition is the cult of personality. What can TV sell, what kind of crap will we buy. And at what point are we buying and selling our rights, our pride, our flag, our children, and succumbing to meaningless slogans that are ultimately pure titles for un-Americanism. How do we know what’s American and what is not? Because John Wayne tells us so? Because Sean Penn tells us so? Susan Sarandon? Bill O’Reilly? Michael Moore? Senator Bull? Or Senator Shit? Ann “my bowel expenditure” Coulter? No. It’s our Constitution. We don’t use it just to win. We depend on it because it’s the only “us” worth being. And because it’s our children’s inheritance from our shared forefathers and the traditions that really do speak best of our country.

So, here’s the question. We got Iowa coming up, we got New Hampshire right on its ass. Do we sell it for electability? If Hitler were the only candidate, would voting for him be most American? Jump on a plane with me. Okay, we’re over the Middle East now…Let’s land. Take a deep breath.

Imagine the bodies, burned and mutilated, the concussive sounds of gunfire and explosives defining the last horrifying moments of the dying and the dead. Imagine the millions of refugees fleeing through the deserts of Iraq, the babies crying, and the stench of death in the air. Yuck. Let’s get back on the plane and head home.

Now, imagine American servicemen dead or broken, returning from a broken military to a silent casket or a broken veteran’s administration, to broken lives and broken businesses, broken wives, unspoken husbands, and devastated children. And what for? What have we gained? Al-Qaida recruitment is up. Terrorism is up. Quality of life is down in our country and around the world. While the rich continue to get richer and the poor, poorer and more numerous. And on the verge of recession, we are witnessing the dramatic disassembling of the middle class amidst a flood of foreclosures and unpayable debts. To Osama Bin Laden’s infinite delight, we have become a country of principle breakers rather than principle bearers. We are torturers and we too often, imprison only the weak. When our own administration chooses its bewilderingly un-American agenda (For the entitled people? By the entitled people?) over the Constitution in defining American values, principles, and law, Bin Laden laughs at the weakened sheep that we and our representatives have become. High crimes and misdemeanors? How about full-blown treason for the outing our own CIA operatives? How about full-blown treason for those who support this administration through media propaganda?

While I’m not a proponent of the Death Penalty, existing law provides that the likes of Cheney, Bush, Rumsfeld and Rice, if found guilty, could have hoods thrown over their heads, their hands bound, facing a 12-man rifle corps executing death by firing squad. And our cowardly democratically dominated House and Senate can barely find one voice willing to propose so much as an impeachment. That one voice of a true American. That one voice of Congressman Dennis Kucinich. This is not going to be a sound bite. Not if I can help it. I’m torn. I’m torn between the conventional wisdom of what we all keep being told is electibility and the idealism that perhaps alone can live up to the challenges of our generation. Of the democrats running for President, only Congressman Dennis Kucinich’s candidacy is backed by a voting record of moral courage and a history of service to our country that has fully earned our support and our gratitude. And when I say support, I am not speaking to democrats alone, but rather to every American who would take the time on behalf of their children, our planet, and our soldiers to educate themselves on the Kucinich platform.

In the recent debate among Democrats in Las Vegas, the candidates, one after the other, placed security ahead of human rights. Benjamin Franklin once said “Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both.” Then, there was good ole Patrick Henry. Remember him? “Give me liberty, or give me death.” These were the real tough bastards. The real John Wayne’s. These are the traditions we should be serving. I found the debate infuriating, nearly an argument for fascism with few exceptions, key among them Dennis Kucinich. Of course as a strategic politician, Mrs. Clinton pulled out her set of Ginzu knives and dominated once again on “centrist” political strategy. In fending off attacks upon she, the front runner, she reminded the audience and her fellow candidates, “We are all Democrats.” Wolf Blitzer asked each candidate if they would support the other should they themselves not be the nominee. One after another, the answer, yes. One exception: Dennis Kucinich, who with the minimal time allotted him, once again rose up beyond the sound bite and put principal ahead of party; argued policy rather than politeness. He has been the dominant voice of integrity on issues of trade, labor, education, environment, health, civil liberties, and the one endlessly determined voice of peace. But is he too short? Does his haircut not appeal? Is he not loyal enough to a cowardly democratic platform? Does he not appeal to the cult of personality? And what if the answer is yes?

What if Dennis Kucinich, the most deserving and noble of candidates, the most experienced in issues of policy and the least willing to play into the politics of personal power? What if we can’t elect a man simply on the basis of the best ideas, the most courage, and the most selfless service? What does it say about our country when we can’t rally the voices of the common good to support a man, like our troops, who would die for us, who would die for our constitution? Who, as mayor of Cleveland at the age of 31 stood up against contracts on his life. Three separate assassins whose intent was to kill him as he stood up for his constituency there. Nonetheless, he carries on. He continues to serve. I’ve been a supporter of Dennis Kucinich for several years. And I’ve been torn lately. I’ve been torn by the allure of “electability.” I began to invest some support in a very good man (one among Dennis’s opponents) who seems to be finding himself as a constitutional defender, but he’s not one yet. He is however, among those that we allow the media to distinguish as electable. But we’re talking about the Constitution here. We’re talking about our country. I have decided not to participate in proactive support on the basis of media distinctions. I have chosen to pledge my support to the singular, strongest and most proven representative of our constitutional mandate. Dennis Kucinich offers us a very singular opportunity as we share this minute of time on earth. We, the people. It is for us to determine what is electable. And here’s how simple it is: If we, those of us who truly believe in the Constitution of the United States of America, all of us, vote for Dennis Kucinich, he will be elected. Could we call him electable then? If so, America will stand taller than ever.

Let’s remind our friends in the social circles of New York and the highbrow winner-friendly and monied major cities that support Mrs. Clinton, that this is not Bill Clinton. For all the misgivings I have about our former President, he raised up friends and opposition alike, his great gift as a motivator of interest and activism, of self-education and participation was, on its own merits, a unique gift. But don’t underestimate personal agendas, those that initiated NAFTA, betrayed Haitian refugees and gay rights in the military within a minute of his own election. Don’t underestimate that part of him when he gives his wife the face of his talent. Don’t underestimate the damage her poisonous ambition can do to this country. We can’t wait for the benefit of hindsight to service the benefit of Mrs. Clinton’s career. Let’s raise up men and women of vision, of integrity, of belief in our principles. How exciting would that be to do? How good would that be for television? What if we turned this game around? Imagine watching on television, our country raising up a leader because he represents our Constitution. Yes, good things can be good TV. So, let’s give the Constitution another read, shall we? And then decide who its greatest defender would be. I suggest that Republicans, Independents, and Democrats alike will find that they know what’s really right in their hearts and minds.

Dec
01
2007
1

Bath Time

I normally get home from the office just in time to see Emily finish dinner and then I sweep her off to the bathroom for bath time – possibly my favorite time of the day.

Emily’s typical routine usually begins with her manically putting her clothes, one by one, on the toilet and then throwing them down on the ground. She will repeat this process ad nauseum. I have witnessed her repeat this about 20 times before I stop her for fear that her feet are getting too cold on the tile floor. But she would happily spend half an hour going back and forth from toilet to floor. This is just one of the many reasons why we suspect she may have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Or maybe it’s just the fact that she’s a Virgo.

OK, you know what? Instead of talking through her whole bath time ritual, I’ll just let you watch:


Bath time

And for those of you who have nothing better to do, here is the 12 minute uncut version.

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