The Blog of Jason “Jayce” Olshefsky

Ali and I walked over to The Mez (389 Gregory St., formerly House of Hamez and Daily Perks) to check out Burlesque for Bail, the benefit show to raise money for bail for Unconventional Action protesters of the upcoming political conventions. The show was pretty fun although it was basically some musical acts and Burlesque-styled striptease.

At one point, one of the guys involved in the show asked for people’s opinions of things around town and around the nation. Although the new police cameras brought loud jeering, I heard a lot of quiet support for them. In a later discussion with Ali and her friend, I tried arguing it logically, but I was frustrated: without any factual information, I was unable to do anything but an emotional appeal.

Although I said I choose freedom over safety, I think it’s more that I choose freedom over inaccurate accounts of safety. I guess the working theory is that the cameras prevent criminal activity. The first flaw in that statement is that no police action prevents crime: police can only catch criminals after a crime has been committed.

But if I give credence at all to the crime-prevention theory, it’s that criminals do not want to get caught so they will not commit crime where they will get caught. As such, the cameras cause crime to move away from the cameras. In other words, if it were possible to locate crimes before and after the cameras, my theory is that the crime rate would stay relatively steady but that fewer crimes would be committed in range of the cameras.

So in the end, I argue that it doesn’t reduce crime at all.

On the other side of the coin, the cameras can be used to break up protests. For instance, if an anti-war protest were held (or even a Critical Mass Bike Ride or any group of different-enough looking people for that matter), the cameras can be used to record the identities of the attendees and round them up later. Although protesting is not a crime, protesters I’ve met in this jingoistic, militarized country tend to be quite paranoid. As such, they behave like the criminals and would want to move protests away from the cameras. Unfortunately, protests are necessarily in those areas, as the cameras were placed where people tend to congregate — a protest is worthless if nobody is there to see it.

Thus, in my mind, the cameras prevent no crime and disrupt freedom and are therefore a bad thing.

Everyone who supports the camera believes that they do prevent crime and that they are overall a benefit — and why should they not?, for I can offer no hard evidence. So I think that what I should do is to test their theory. I’ll go hang out in front of the cameras with, say, a laptop computer. If the cameras do prevent crime, then I’ll go home after a couple hours. If they don’t, then there’s a chance I’d be robbed.

I suspect that wouldn’t be sufficient — for if I were robbed, I might witness a demand for more cameras — after all, if one camera failed to prevent a crime, then perhaps two will work better, and I really don’t want to see that. So I’ll just fight the robber and hopefully get killed in the process. Then, either I’ll be a martyr to the cause of freedom, or things will get worse but I won’t have to deal with it.

I’ll probably do it after Burning Man though because I kind of want to go to that first.

Anyhow, back to Saturday night …

Ali and I headed to The Tap and Mallet (381 Gregory St.) for a beer. She got her head set that we’d get Mark’s plates at the end of the evening, and that would require some serious drinking. We had some wine at Solera Wine Bar (647 South Ave.) then headed across to Lux Lounge (666 South Ave.) where we ran into some friends. We spent the bulk of the evening and four of us went to Mark’s Texas Hots (487 Monroe Ave.) I discovered what may be the most awesome plate ever: rather than burgers or hots, I got two over-easy eggs. Damn that was a great plate. I think that it might be improved with the addition of brown gravy (or “gravies” as the kids say) … and just possibly — and I say this only as an experiment to try, not to blaspheme — without the meat sauce, onions, and mustard.

Perhaps next time, then …

Ali and I had a nice dinner at California Rollin’ at Village Gate Square (274 N. Goodman St.) then headed to [location redacted] to see Village Idiots Present (VIP)’s improvisational comedy. It turned out to be their first show so it was a little rough around the edges, but overall it was very funny. The players in the troupe have very varied styles, strengths, and weaknesses and I’m sure this will set them up to have a strong showing in Rochester.

The only thing I didn’t really like was that the support staff tended to act too formal — it was like going to Geva except that the structure wasn’t backed up with any foundation. For instance, we were instructed to sit toward the front when it really didn’t matter as there weren’t really any stragglers. And as for the improv, there were a couple times when some ego-based and fear-based “no’s” tripped up the performers’ stride.

But if you’re going to take risks, you’re going to sometimes fall big and other times win big.  In this case, it’s worth it.

I just got a call from someone claiming they were from Comix Café (3450 Winton Pl.) saying I won tickets to an upcoming show in a contest. I’ve heard stories about the place — like that they ban comics who perform at other local venues or that they have an excessive table minimum. I asked how I got into the contest, since I don’t remember signing up for anything in at least a few years. The person on the phone said I was “on a list”. She tried to hard-sell me “free” tickets to an upcoming performance. I asked, “is there a drink minimum or anything like that?” and she said there was: six dollars per person!

What a fucking scam.

I just said, “no thanks, then.”

I headed to The California Brew Haus (402 West Ridge Rd.) for Nipplepalooza III. I got there just when the show started although I guess I missed Rob Balder. I did get to see him emcee the show, though and he was good in that context at least. When I arrived, Ookla The Mok had just taken to the stage. I think they’re pretty funny but they have this groove-rock, full-fledged song mentality that really doesn’t sit well with a one-joke song. Next was Worm Quartet who follow the traditional form of novelty songs: only go as long as is necessary. And fast. And sometimes absurdly short — but always really quite funny. Next was Carla Ulbrich, a funny, witty acoustic soloist … chatty and friendly too. Closing the night was Sudden Death who did novelty hip-hop of a caliber similar to Worm Quartet but with videos to go along with it.

I headed to Boulder Coffee Co. (100 Alexander St.) a bit after the show started. I got there just at the tail end of the opening comic and I didn’t get to hear his set. Shawn Murphy was next. He was pretty funny — he did “thoughtful” comedy which was kind of the theme for the night. Kate Anderson was the same way although so dry that I she was only “pretty funny”. Closing out was Joshua Grosvent whom I’ve seen before — at Milestones when it was Milestones. He didn’t attempt any songs this time but had an enjoyable and funny set … even if it got uncomfortably personal at times. Well, “uncomfortably personal” throughout.  But funny.

Matt Rohr did a fine job opening and emceeing. He had set up the show as a benefit for The Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation (MMRF) and (checking his blog later) collected several hundred dollars at the show.