Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Christopher

The Shuffle: White People Picnic Party



As you well know, dear readers, music is for mood-making. Regardless of the situation, the dramatic tension could be increased, the libido stoked, the bus ride made a teeny bit more bearable, if only the right backing tracks are available. With this in mind, Today’s Blogspot brings you our recurring series of situational mini-mixes: The Shuffle.

First up, The White People Picnic Party.


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Ottoman – Vampire Weekend: Out of season picnics are ill-advised and, increasingly, summer will be heralded by Vampire Weekend’s breed of preppy pop.

Jamie Lidell – Wait For Me: Paradoxically, Jamie Lidell somehow manages to be both as white and soulful as a self-aware hip hop reference.

Nothing To Worry About – Peter, Bjorn and John: That other bastion of snow and socialized healthcare, Sweden, brings you a Stockholm picnic party!

Old Enough – The Raconteurs: Jack White presents a nouveau Sweet Home Alabama for the indie rock set. And there ain’t nuthin whiter than a little Skynyrd.

No One's Better Sake – Little Joy: Caucasian? How about art pop from the drummer of The Strokes? ‘Nuff said.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Christopher

The Bible According To Catz

"We've heard that a million monkeys at a million keyboards could produce the complete works of Shakespeare; now, thanks to the Internet, we know that is not true."

~Robert Wilensky, 1996

But they will produce lolcatz.


For those of you not in the know, lolcatz—much like rickrolling, experimental mentos and coke videos, and All Your Base Belong to Us—is a patently inexplicable internet fad wherein one combines a comical photograph of a cat with a caption filled with the purposeful misspellings and grammatical idiosyncrasies that are lolspeak. These captioned photos are then posted to any one of a number of image sharing messageboards, the most popular of which is the blog I Can Has Cheezburger.

When a fellow Today’s Snowjobber first explained to me what a lolcat was, I just looked at him blankly.

“I don’t get it. So they’re pictures of cats?”

When he then showed me some examples of lolcattery:

“Yeah, I don’t get it.”

And as I’m writing this post, I’m still not sure that I get it.

In any case, my befuddlement is clearly not shared by the millions of internet users who post their captioned lolcat pictures with alarming regularity, nor by the good people at the LOLCat Bible translation Project, whose (highly questionable) goal is to translate the entirety of the old and new testaments into lolspeak.

The term lolcat itself reached the mainstream when Time covered the trend in July 2007, making reference to lolcatz' “distinctly old-school, early 1990s, Usenet feel” and pointing out the increasing rarity of such non-commercialized phenomena. At least this was the case until September 2007, when the site was purchased by a group of investors led by journalist-cum-internet entrepreneur, Ben Huh (pictured in one of the two images below).


While I Can Has Cheezburger was the first purchase by Huh’s company, Pet Holdings, it was not the last. Having seen the power of internet memes to drag literally millions of pairs of eyes from their knitting, Java coding, or TPS reports to a land of momentary chuckles, Huh set about purchasing a number of the most popular meme blogs, going on to add I Has a Hotdog (same idea but with dogs), Pundit Kitchen (same idea but with politicians), Once Upon a Win (a collection of largely unironically presented tidbits of nostalgia from the seventies and eighties), Graphjam (various graphical representations of life); and Failblog (a video and pictorial chronicle of failure on a commercial, personal, or systemic level), to his viral menagerie.

Though once a frequenter of I Can Has Cheezburger and a lolcats enthusiast, Huh has proven less a feline-obsessed shut-in than a canny marketer with an eye for aggregation. Since launching in January 2007, Pet Holdings has cannibalized their competition, growing their empire of the idiosyncratic to the point where Comscore reported that they had 495,000 unique visitors in February (To put that in perspective, your beloved Today’s Snowjobbers have had reached a total of 70 unique visitors to date). In one instance, when the site originators at Engrish.com wouldn’t sell, Pet Holdings started up a clone of the site and used their existing blog network to build up its traffic and content to point where it rivaled the original. Unfortunately for the creators of Engrish.com, as it turns out, it’s proven near impossible to trademark a meme (Cue the sound of several thousand copyright lawyers scribbling on legal pads.).

Despite its range of oddball assets, what intrigues me most about Pet Holdings is the extent to which its exceptionality—namely, its profitability—is feeding its buzz. The company has been featured in articles in Slate, The Seattle Times, Gawker, and multiple techblogs, and each time the thrust of the article has been: “Holy crap, they’re actually monetizing this bullsh*t?!” On a fundamental level, people are blown away that it’s possible to make money from graphs of cognitive function under the influence of indo and gin n’ juice, videos of kittens on invisible bikes, and the countless other short-lived forms of entertainment that Pet Holdings purveys.

The irony behind all the hype is that, while Pet Holdings is turning a profit with their ad-based model, it doesn’t appear to be a big one. Though, to the best of my knowledge, the company hasn't opened up their books for public consumption, Huh has noted that most of Pet Holdings profits have been re-invested in the company, and that he works out of a six-by-six server closet. And then there's this quote from a recent interview on techflash.com, where Huh talks about the company’s move into the analog, hawking lolrus plush toys and blog-spawned books:

"It gives you a little bit of sense of how hard it is to make money online using advertising… And one of the difficulties is clearly the industry... When you are competing against millions of other sites trying to earn ad dollars, it does get difficult."

As peddlers of peer-produced content, Pet Holdings is able to keep their overhead relatively low—as of February 2009 they totaled 11 employees—and, as a result, just might turn out to be a lasting enterprise. But, to my mind, they represent less the turning of the monetizing tide for web content providers that the exception than proves the rule. While five million page views per day looks great on a venture capital portfolio, it remains to be seen whether the company’s unprecedented two year run in the black can be sustained.

Let alone the notoriously fickle attention span of internet users.

That said, we’ll be selling Today’s Snow Job action figures and whitey T-shirts out of the trunk of Jedd’s car all week.



Friday, April 24, 2009

Jedd

Todays infection: Auto-tune the news

So viral, the commenters can't think of any hate. Blending Weezy's lil' vocal secret with real news broadcasts, the latest flavour of the moment is packed with both hilarity and info you can use. T-Pain, don't bother showing up at work.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Christopher

Youtube Curation: The Magical, Mystical World of Parker Mah



(He may or may not be the boy in that picture...)

We have a guest Youtube Curation post today, and it is a goodie. Brought to you by a good friend of the blog, if you find yourself with any of that tiresome time on your hands, I encourage you to check out the following selections. You won't be disappointed. Each one is a little cultural gem worthy of it's own space launch. Voyager be damned.

Enjoy.

I have been following your youtube video curation with interest. While it is an amazing cultural phenomenon, I'm not sure it's ready to go the way of the museum yet. In 50 years, are these pixelated, ADDisordered videos really going to stand as a historically relevant encapsulation of human civilization in the 21st century? Is this shit gonna go out on the next voyager spacecraft? Are we going to be committing the planetary equivalent of posting drunken, tutu-wearing, lightsaber-wielding facebook pictures by beaming this stuff out wirelessly, accessible to any passing meteorite...? But I digress. I would like to propose two series of youtube videos:
one, in the category of 'too much time on your hands...'

The Mother of All Funk Chords



Extreme Sheep LED Art



Lego Stop Motion Grease



Watching these videos, the overwhelming question that comes to mind is, 'Why? Why, in the name of all that is good and lowly...'

The second series has to do with the thing I most like to see on youtube which is: people dancing. Here are some choice selections:


Jika Majika



James Brown Gives you Dancing Lessons



Polysics - I My Me Mine (Strong Machine 2 Version)



Original UpRock!



I doubly encourage you to check out Parker's photography at I Spy With My Third Eye.

Last featured on the blog in this post.

Monday, April 13, 2009

sym

Davy Jones' Locker Room


Note to Fox News: Next time, save the Monday morning quarterbacking for the end of the game.




sym

All you need is hate: Today's Snow Job Official Enemies List

I've been in this blogging game for a minute now. When I started out, Daily Kos was only published every week, Andrew Sullivan felt that liberals were a "fifth column" and considered Dick Cheney "sexy", it was possible for left-wing and right-wing bloggers to agree about stuff, and Mickey Kaus was a useless contrarian douchebag with a face made for blogging (I guess some things never change.)

I wouldn't say that experience has begat any particular wisdom, though I like to think my dick jokes have become more sophisticated over the years. But in my role as TSJ's official Hater Player (our other roles: Wide-Eyed Naif aka Good Man, Comissioner for Life), I'd like to share the only thing I've really picked up about the game these past few years: you gotta hate someone. You need an enemy, someone who you can clown when they're wrong, root for the firing of, make fun of their taste in nightlife, and mock pitilessly when they marry one of their commenters. Without an enemy, all we are doing is celebrating, worshipping, and adoring stuff we like, and nobody wants to read about that.

So have at it. Who/what do we hate? It can be a public figure, another blogger, or even an abstract intangible concept that is impossible to meaningfully defeat. A few preemptive disqualifications:

Glenn Beck
(because at this point, it's like making fun of the pantsless mentally handicapped man on the corner drunkenly raving about the helicopters).
Sean Orr (because he's like the town bicycle, every other blog in Vancouver already took a ride).
Kanye West (because Love Lockdown was actually a pretty cool song).

Besides them, the field is wide open. Hate! Hate! HATE!

P.S. Rereading my old blog after all these years was a surprisingly unembarassing experience. That said, if you are looking for yet another reason to never listen to anything I say, number 1 in this post should do the trick nicely.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Christopher

No Trophy, No Flowers, No Flashbulbs, No Wine.

We are so doing this.



"A virtual reality game based on the 1980s video game PacMan is gaining popularity in France; it's called Urban PacMan." - from PRI's The World.

Jedd and myself are hard at work setting up a lo-fi version. Get your cell phones and sneaks and mount up.

Not to disappoint, but we may lose the lamee capes.

(Shout out to Marci for the link)

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Jedd

Three Revelations about Living Gluten Free

Being diagnosed as having Celiac Disease was the best thing ever to happen for my sympathy quotient. By which I mean the aggregate of personal afflictions which determines the condolence felt by your peers, where eg. 0 means you're perfect (and everyone probably hates you for it), and n means you're missing several limbs (and people love you despite it). Clearly, there's an ideal quotient in there where your life isn't particularly hampered, but your friends feel strongly for your trials. And I suspect that Celiacs are close to this golden number.

My cynicism comes from both the putative contention that not eating gluten is a great nutritional challenge, and the phenomenon of a great deal of people voluntarily going gluten free, for health (and possibly stylistic) reasons. I'm going to risk my sympathy quotient here to challenge both ideas.

When I was first diagnosed (pity! alms! backrubs!), my physician went all serious, looked me in the eye, and told me I was in for a trial. "Eating gluten free is...<pause>...hard" he said.

Revelation 1: It's really easy to not eat gluten.

His tone scared me. I wondered: "Has a long and halcyon period in my life suddenly ended? Is this act three?" I thought about Jacob, and The Man in the Iron Mask, and Joaquin Pheonix, and how they could all drown the sorrow of their fates by eating a cinnamon bun, or perhaps some really crusty baguette. Solitude is, after all, best palliated by eating starch.

Dr. Scarypants, however, was being over-dramatic. Gluten is in flour, and flour is generally found in things that are floury. Does the food you are scrutinizing seem "bready", ie. is it composed of (fucking delicious) light chewiness that sticks together as if by magic, or at least by the bonding aptitudes of proteins? ("Glutinous" is both evocative and etymologically pertinent) Then it probably has gluten in it. Don't eat it, unless you are doing this just to join the gluten-free-feeling-good club, in which case, you should eat it and like it. But if you must abstain, then take heart:

Revelation 2: Lots of food doesn't have gluten in it.

In fact, most of it doesn't. Put that in your blue steel bad news stance and vogue it, Dr. Scarypants. Eat the rest of the food groups (that's at least 75%), and indeed, in the grains quarter, eat GF varieties, like quinoa. Quinoa is delicious, and on the subject on health trends, it is soaking in positive vibes. It is the golden grain of the Incas, cruelly disregarded in favour of the domestication of maize, which has been incestuously bred to embarrassing, elephantine proportions. Give the black sheep grains some love; it will probably up your sympathy quotient.

And then there's rice. Sweet, unpretentious, ubiquitous rice: you are way better on the earth than soybeans (but you do drink a lot of water). Celiacs (and GF trendsters) should all take a break in Asia--you will come home sated and happy, feeling no malice for the cruel porridge-packing West. Rice can even yield flour, and the odd enterprising alt-baker creates all sort of rice-powered, gluten free breads and confections. Unfortunately, this doesn't work at all. Rice flour, being without gluten, is--surprise--utterly not glutinous. So what you get when you bake rice bread is a maddeningly brittle slab of dryness, which tends to crumble into matzo meal before you get it to your mouth. Believe me, I have tried quite a few of them. I tried a few more after my trip, and with the clarity that a gluten free odyssey allows, I came to

Revelation 3: Bread is made from flour.

It just is. There is no "rice bread", just as there is no tofurkey; there are merely (fragile) cakes made from rice, turkey-shaped tofu steaks, dealchoholized fermented malt, rabbi-checked vegetarian sushi, etc. Which isn't to say that you or I shouldn't eat and enjoy any of these mashups. But perhaps we should be thinking of them as alternatives, rather than replacements, lest we get completely egalitarian. Because, look: the chief function of bread in our culture is to act as a tasty horizontal platform on which to pile all sorts of deliciousness. If you attempt a Bumsteadian tower on a piece of rice bread, you will end up with crumb-casserole. It just doesn't work the same way, and I have come to realize that the short period of my life where I was trying to substitute (rice-) crabapples for juicy (flour-) oranges was making me feel like an impostor peering into a happier world; a club-footed troll trying to run with gazelles. (I suspect that one would encounter similar results from carving a thanksgiving tofurkey, or attempting to enjoy kosher kappa maki. But I shouldn't generalize) No longer. Celiac siblings: life is not that different for us than the rest of them. Just don't eat bread.

So why the solidarity from the breadies? "You can't eat gluten? I stopped eating wheat a month ago, and I feel great!" Right: wheat is out, hunger strikes are in. But are you really trying to make an empathic connection, or was that a just a trick to shift the conversation over to you? And how often do you hear: "You're a cleptomaniac? I stole a watch last thursday!" or "You have Tourette's? I love swearing at people!" Not so much! It only works if it's hip (and socially condoned). And health trends bedamned: it's not trendy if it's a congenital disease. We like to watch you eat bread the way elderly couples rhapsodize about young love. Don't deny us our voyeurism.

What I end up not getting to eat--mainly at work (where my sympathy quotient is definitely the highest)--are pizza, burgers, hot dogs and teatime treats. Which I miss, but I'm probably better off without. Indeed, trendsters, I am persuaded to think that it might be that which is what is piled, melted, baked on top of bread, which is the principal agent of ill health, if any. What I'm trying to say is: bread is a delicious gift for you normal people. In the interest of best health practices, I reckon that there are plenty of more toxic agents out there from which one might flirt with abstention. In the interest of asceticism, one's sympathy quotient would likely be boosted higher by giving up liquor, or Facebook, or Lost.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

sym

Our blog's DJ's better than all these bands

Eminem made a surprisingly moving speech inducting RUN-DMC into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, dressed in the leather jacket and hat (but where were the Cazals?). "I remember being in ninth grade when Raising Hell came out. Two years later, I still remember being in ninth grade when Tougher than Leather came out." Two turntables and a microphone forever.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Christopher

Youtube Curation Versus The Sublime: A Race to Fifty Hot Dogs




The ancient Greeks were the first on record to envision the agon or conflict as the central feature of the narrative--the driver of action and drama. They believed that without conflict, narrative would devolve into mere diversion. It would have no spark, no essence. And while it may provide us with a few chuckles, we would be no better for the experience. We would be unchanged.

Call me a classicist or an anachronistic stick in the mud if you will, but I feel the demands we make of great literature should hold true for our contemporary entertainments as well. I expect catharsis in 140 characters. I want to bittorrent pathos and instant message closure. I demand my grainy, streamed video contain aspects of the sublime.

Now, I may be paraphrasing here, but to the best of my recollection, the great literary hitlist of conflict goes as follows:

Man versus jerkoff (man), man versus the IRS (society), man versus the man in the mirror (self), man versus werewolves (the supernatural), man versus terminators (machine/technology), and of course…

MAN…

VERSUS

BEAST!!!

In 2003, the always high-minded Fox Television Network took the fundamental thematic principles of the Greeks and did them one better. With pomp, circumstance, and universal vitriol from critics and animal activists alike, Man Versus Beast was revealed.



Conceptualized as a one-hour special that would pit human champions (or in one spectacular instance, 44 little people) against their beastly counterparts in competitions (agons, if you will) of speed, brute strength, and my personal favourite—eating.

The show’s zenith involved two formidable competitors. In one corner stood 5 foot 8 inch, 125 pound, competitive eating legend, Takeru Kobayashi. And in the other, well, let’s allow official Man versus Beast announcer, Michael Buffer to make the call:

His opponent: the beast. He descends from Kodiak Island, Alaska. Fully erect, this beast stands over eight feet tall and weighs in tonight at 1089 pounds. He can digest over 60 pounds of food in a 24 hour period. He possesses the ultimate appetite for destruction! Meet the beast! The Alaskaaaaan Cruncher!!!

I defy you not to be entertained by the flash of uncertainty that crosses Kobayashi’s face when a giant Alaskan Kodiak bear enters the adjacent boxing ring. Clearly not even the electrical fencing put in place for his protection can provide him adequate peace of mind.

Never one to skimp on trappings, Fox produced the whole affair in a cavernous soundstage with American and Japanese flags ringside. That’s right, not only does that bear represent the Ursidae family, that bear represents America. High drama indeed.

As the contest rages, Kobayashi employs his famous Solomon method (splitting the frankfurters in half before swallowing them) while the bear paws great piles of hotdogs into his gaping maw. At one point, an awed commentator exclaims of the bear: “He doesn’t know it’s a competition, he’s just a natural eating machine!”

I won’t give away the ending for you but trust me, it’s worth the five minutes of your life.


For those of you whose minds are plagued by yet more stupid, but seemingly unanswerable, questions, there’s also:

A world class sprinter facing a giraffe, and then a zebra.

A sumo wrestler testing his strength against a large, female chimpanzee.

And, as promised, a dead heat to see who can pull a DC-10 commercial jet faster—forty-four little people or an Asian elephant.

We live in a world where this exists, people. Make of that what you will.


(Also: Shout out to Richie. I think I first heard about the show from him first. And, as a bonus, my actual favourite youtube vid.)
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Because it's never enough: Youtube Curation honorable mentions

Three is nothing but a number, right? I'm way too indecisive to be restricted like that. These Youtubes almost made it, but at the end they didn't. First off is the best NBA highlight of season, which with the magic of youtube you can now watch over and over and over again:



Second is the biggest black-Jew fight since Crown Heights, and no doubt the best rap battle of our young century. In my opinion Iron Solomon finally took an L (though his wins are truly something to see), but the racists on Youtube disagree (um, language obviously NSFW):



(Here are parts two and three if you want to watch the whole thing.)

And because this post has been a little high on testosterone, here's a pretty song about Mario Kart:



"I'll pause this game so our love will never end." Awwwww.