Keep the boobies off the web! And then…? Or, are there alternatives to porn?

Anti-porn.  I think there’s some good reasons to be anti-porn.  My favorite is that supporting pornography supports an industry that reaps its rewards by taking advantage of what are often damaged people.  (Many people in porn have a history of abuse – oversexualization – etc.)

Other arguments are, I believe, exceedingly complex, and often given short shrift.  For instance, some rely on arguments about what motivates someone to watch porn.  Typically instead of trying to actually find wha these motivations are, an anti-porn stance will assume the answer, and it will be something along the lines of: men (e.g.) like porn because they like to sexually dominate and degrade women.  No further discussion.  Of course this can’t possibly right.  There’s a lot of people, and there just has to be numerous different reasons.

But rather than blabbing on about the possible fors and againsts of porn, which I was about to do, and would have taken forever, I’ll ask this:  Are there alternatives?  If radical feminists have anything right, it’s that porn is extremely common and well-accepted in our culture (again, my friends assured me of this.)  There’s some reason everyone wants to see porn, and perhaps if anti-porn activists really want to make progress, they should focus on what might be a healthier way for men (and women) to explore their sexuality.  I don’t know what that might possibly be…

Movie Reviews!

Here’s some movie reviews. These are the ticket stubs I found in my wallet:

How to Train your Dragon – 8/10
Greenberg – Undecided/10
Daybreakers – 5.7/10 – This movie really brassed my tacks. If they had left out a few stupid, illogical scene, it could have at least been a fun genre flick. If they would have done that and tightened up the plot a bit, it could have been a decent movie. But no – ridiculous, unnecessary action scenes, melodrama, and obvious, boring plot twists abound.
The Book of Eli – 6.5/10
UFC 115 – Wait, that’s not a movie!
Up in the Air – 6.3/10
The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus – 7.8/10 – I’ve been wanting to watch it again, and sometimes when that’s the case I upgrade the rating after the second viewing… we’ll see, Mr. Gilliam.
Kick-Ass – 7.3/10
Boondock Saints II – 4.3/10 – The first one was dumb but fun. This one is double the dumb and half the fun.
Get Him to the Greek – 6.9/10
Youth in Revolt – I don’t even remember what movie this is… off to IMdB. Okay, I got it. 6.5/10 – There were some funny bits, but all in all I don’t know why this movie has to exist.
It has a gimmick in the alternate personality thing, but that’s not terribly original, and they don’t play it that hard. Eh!
Shutter Island – 6.1/10 – (I repeat myself…) I don’t know why this movie needs to exist. The movie has neither a moral nor interesting character studies that I care about. If it was supposed to, they failed by giving us such dramatically over-the-scenarios that they couldn’t possibly mean anything to real human beings. Now that’s actually okay, in my opinion, if the filmmaking is especially well done. But Shutter Island fails at this too. Hang with me for a second on that… Any individual element of Shutter Island is successful. The acting, the set-design, the cinematography, etc. are all good. But doing a bunch of stuff technically well isn’t what I meant by “if the filmmaking is especially well done.” That’s just not enough (nor for that matter is it necessary). Rather the pieces should come together in a way that engages the audience in a significant way. That’s probably not very coherent; maybe I’ll rethink and rewrite it someday in the future.
Shrek 4 – 5/10
Cop Out – 7.9/10
Date Night – 5.8/10
Hot Tub Time Machine – 7.9/10
Robin Hood – 5.3/10 - Why, oh God, why? This movie was about liberty, and the evil of taxes. It had a middle-ages invasion at Normandy. It had really bad jokes. It had an extraordinarily boring Robin Hood. Russel Crowe is an insult to Douglas Fairbanks, Errol Flynn and Cary Elwes.
Lost Boys – 1,000,000/10
Macgruber – 3.7/10 – The only thing dumber than this movie is my inexplicable decision to see it. (Okay there were a couple fun moments, but it was not worth it.)
Prince of Persia – 5.9/10 – Something about large scale CG action sequences is an order of magnitude less exciting than a sequence with practical effects. I try hard to suspend disbelief, but I think our brains are just too smart for CG. Somehow bigger and more always wins out in Hollywood, and that requires computer-animated sand storms…….
Harry Brown – I left early so I won’t judge, but I was bored. I’ll try to watch it again someday in the distant future.
Death at a Funeral – 7.2/10 – I don’t know why I went to see this. The trailer looked distinctly unfunny, and I didn’t like the original that much. BUT it actually turned out a little bit charming, and funnier than I expected. It’s basically the same movie as the original, but I did like this one better. Still not brilliant, but I’d watch it if it came on USA.
The Ghost Writer – 8.9/10 – It’s nice to see a well-made, basic thriller that doesn’t collapse under the fat belly of Hollywood cliche.
Mother – I fell asleep for a lot of it. I didn’t like much of what I saw, but after hearing a positive review (I think from filmspotting.net) I’m going to rewatch it with an open mind.

    Please Give – I just saw this, and I don’t know what to rate it yet. I liked a lot though. I need to watch it again. The movie has a strong theme in condemning our social focus on physical beauty, but that doesn’t seem to be what the movie is really about, nor what really drives the plot. Ebert makes this important insight about the thing: “The movie is about imperfect characters in a difficult world, who mostly do the best they can under the circumstances, but not always. Do you realize what a revolutionary approach that is for a movie these days?”

    My Eye Fell Out!

    Okay it didn’t.

    When I was a kid I loved playing with rope. I did all kinds of stuff, which was especially fun with pulleys. But the stuff is not the point. Very often (but not every time) when I had a piece of rope, after playing with it for some days or longer, I would do something really strange.

    I’d take the rope over to the sewer cover, which had a hole in it, dangle it all the way down, holding it by the very end, and then sit there and sort of dare myself to drop it. Sometimes I would pull it back up and keep playing with it, sometimes I would let it go. Then it was gone – forever.

    I have no explanation for why I would do that! Maybe it’s related to my perpetually contrarian lifestyle? I don’t know.

    BUT it reminds me of this urge I have as an adult. Once I got to thinking about what might happen if I held the end of a vacuum up to my eye, horrifying myself at the though of my eye flying out. The thought of it gives me the willies. The strange consequence is that whenever I’m vacuuming and I recall the idea, I have the bizarre urge to get the end of the vacuum near my face, to tempt fate, to risk a vacuum-induced full-eye-ectomy. Even in this very moment, I have a middling desire to feel a vacuum around my eye – not for the eye-removal part, but for… some reason… weird.

    Risking refusal;
    savages aren’t savages;
    We can’t tow this line.

    In Depth Financial Crisis Analysis

    When I’m listening to NPR and they start talking about all this financial mumbo-jumbo I get a little bored.  Lately this talk includes a lot of stuff about Greeks and the Euro.  Still boring, so I like to think that everything they’re talking about actually refers to the Greeks and their Gyros.  LITERALLY.

    Then, when I read a headline like, Greek PM tells speculators don’t ‘play’ with euro, I prefer to think of this:

    Warm rain, messy hair,
    our child dancing with the sun;
    we should all be here.

    Today I Found

    Today I found a pack of cigarettes minus one cigarette and new-looking lighter on the ground.  How does that happen?

    This is what I choose to believe…

    A 27 year old young lady, Clare, has been smoking since she was 15.  She was always taught that it can kill her, but once you start, that’s no reason to stop.

    She’s a manager at a Chili’s now; she makes decent money, but when she paid $8 for a pack of cigarettes at 7-11 today, she knew it was more than she should spend.  But it’s an addiction; $8 doesn’t get in the way.

    She thought about all the reasons she should quit smoking, which never convince her to do so, as she sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot waiting for her fiancé, smoking that first cigarette.  ’I just can’t do it,’ she thought.

    She had thought the words a million times before, but today they hit her hard: the absurdity, the unfair absoluteness, the total insult, that she couldn’t do this simple thing.  She screwed up her face in anger, started breathing a little heavier, and realized that she was about to quit.  She put out her cigarette.  She got out of the car and set her new pack and lighter on the parking block, then got back into the car.

    Her boyfriend came back, and she told him, “I quit smoking.” “Why?” he asked. “Shuttup, you’re quitting too.”

    Spam on my Blog

    For some reason almost all of my comment-spam is on one of two posts: “Es el fin del mundo, and I don’t feel fine,” or ““Hey, McFly, you bojo! Those boards don’t work on water!” aka This Can Happen: An Open Letter to Jimmy Wales, Dean Kamen and Craig Newmark.”

    I was making this post to tell you that I don’t know why, but now that I’ve looked at them, I think it must have to do with the external links they contain.

    This post is boring.

    Barney Miller!

    I have heard quite a few references to Barney Miller in my lifetime.  And I’ve always accepted them – that they made sense – but his week I saw the T.V. show for the first time, and I realized, all this time I never actually knew what Barney Miller was.  Maybe I had a vague idea it had to do with T.V. and cops.  But I didn’t know the show was actually called Barney Miller, or that Barney Miller was the captain, or that his department was a cast of ethnically diverse characters.

    And again, the important point is I didn’t know I was missing all this information – when people made Barney Miller references I didn’t think, “hm, I wonder what that means.”   On some level I thought I knew… strange.

    I wonder what else I hear all the time without understanding that I don’t understand it…. hopefully not too much.

    Old Joe

    I was reading my ooooold first Myspace blog-post, and I had posted this haiku.  Normally I’m against novelty haikus, but I kind of like this one.

    I like to haiku
    It is my favorite thing.
    a crown of beauty;

    I have no idea why there’s a period in the middle and a semicolon at the end…

    I was actually looking for a sonnet I thought I wrote once… It turns out I never did write one, just a bunch of practice lines of iambic pentameter.  I haven’t read them yet, but I will paste them below and post!

    Unrhymed pentameter is where it’s at,
    iambicness is pretty great as well.
    I am beginning to believe in me,
    I write ten syllables because I am
    the King! That’s not to say we are inbred,
    we break the rules just like our brother said.
    What does that mean?  uhh… hell if I can tell.
    because this is a stupid little thing.

    some seperate lines:
    So long as you remain my muse we can
    go dancing through the halls of long dead kings.
    A few more lines will do me fine, this one is twelve.
    You’re lavender or blue or anything.
    I’m seven feet and three and will begin to feast.
    These alexandrines are superior to all.,
    Pentameter is ushered out the swinging door.

    I want to meet a famous person.

    So I’m thinking I should start soliciting famous people to let me interview them on video.  (I know I’m not the first person with this idea.)  I figure eventually someone’s going to say yes, and I’ll get to interview a famous person.  That would be rad… no?  Yeah?

    Alright ThisMayNeverHappen fans.  Someone tell me how to get in touch with famous people’s publicists or whatever.

    This is where the
    haiku would go if I had
    written one

    What’s the contrapositive of stealing?

    Over the weekend I noticed something pretty exciting.  Someone had left the Coke machine unlocked!  Luckily I was working on VALENTINE’s DAY, and not a lot of people were around, so I could check to see if I could actually get into the machine.  The answer is yes!  Diet Cokes galore, all for me!

    BUT I didn’t really want to steal anything… but I did!  But I didn’t… I guess what I’m saying is, I found this open machine, I wanted to take something so that I can say I did it – for the experience I guess.  Kind of like when I was trying to make a fake ID even though I had no interest in drinking… I just wanted to do it.

    BUT (again) I didn’t want to steal, so instead I PAID for a Diet C. and walked away dejected…….

    And that’s when it hit me, if all I’m interested in is gaming the system, just for kicks, but I don’t want to steal, I could do the opposite!  So I went to another Coke machine, paid for 3 Diet Cokes, and I’ll let the pictures tell the rest….

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