Weekly Rochester Events #265: It's Times for London, John
Thursday, February 5, 2004
Like usual, I've got some things to bitch about today ... let me be brief:
If you give
Montana Mills Bread Company
your e-mail address, they will sell it to spammers. Since I've got the JayceLand domain, I make up a new address for each company, and the one I used for Montana Mills gets tons of junk mail. Thanks a bunch.
That matchmaking service
eHarmony.com
has a bit of a scam going. They guarantee they will match you with one person for each month you sign up. The trouble is they include people who haven't paid—and to just sign up (without paying) you can get a free personality test which (for some) has value in itself. So I paid my $99.95 for 3 months and got several matches ... only two had paid, and many of the rest hadn't even bothered to finish their profiles. I went in expecting to be able to take advantage of the guarantee because I wasn't in the majority of people who would "OMG-me too!" a dream to move to the suburbs to raise 2.5 children (plus my picture appears in the dictionary among the antonyms to "desirable") but I was disappointed to learn I would be matched with what I can only assume are shills.
I was disappointed that after spending over $3,000 over the last 7 years on service to [satellite dish television service provider]
dishNetwork
that they wouldn't cover the cost of even the cheapest new receiver that would let me take advantage of the fancy features they now offer. Therefore, I will complain as loud as I can that their program guide is sluggish to the point of unusability and none of their features work. (Do you hear me dishNetwork? Hello? Darn ... I didn't think so.)
Ok, let me go into detail on one more thing: the Super—er ... the "Big Game" (let me go off on a tangent to explain that there really are trademarks on the name of the game, the league, and all the team names and nicknames so if I'm to consider myself a "media outlet" then I need to obey those rules or risk being sued.) Uhh ... where was I ... oh ... the Janet Jackson breast exposure thing. (Let me go on a tangent again to remind everyone that I was the first one among three friends to find screen captures on the Internet of the event in question mere minutes after it happened—thank you,
Fark
and your glorious message boards for being exactly the kind of unregulated media outlet I was looking for. Admittedly, my friend who's getting married this year got distracted and started shopping for washing machines instead.)
Ok, so here's the complaint: what the hell is everyone's problem? First, step back from the initial shock of "I haven't seen that happen before ... are they allowed to show that?" Next, take off your long johns and other unmentionables of your Puritanical upbringing and set them aside. Now, assess this question at the root of my argument: should women be ashamed of their breasts?
If the answer is yes, your Puritanical upbringing may have crusted itself onto your crotch so try again. To put it in less uncertain terms: people who think women should be ashamed of their breasts should be severely bludgeoned with a truncheon (or, if they wish, feel free to truncheon them with a bludgeon.)
For the rest of you, consider the following reactions and their underlying meanings (and sorry for making two lists in one editorial ... I'll try to do better next time:)
"It's indecent."—And why is it indecent? Are women's breasts indecent, and if so, they should be ashamed of them. Move back to square one.
"I didn't want to see it."—Sorry. It happened ... sometimes by having your eyes open, you will see things you don't like. Try to deal with it.
"What will I tell my children when they ask 'What's that?'"—It's a woman's breast. She's got them because she's sexually mature and can have babies who can get milk from them. (Plus, although they're just soft and warm when you're young, if you grow up to be a
gynophile*,
they're even better.)
"The action of ripping a woman's clothes off is demeaning."—The stunt was agreed upon and rehearsed beforehand by Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake (although apparently something they kept secret from their bosses.) They were acting out a scene which included aggressive erotic actions—things which are arousing and healthy for a consenting couple (as I felt their act and song implied that their stage characters were consenting.) Note that the same actions are demeaning only if applied to a non-consenting partner.
"This kind of sexualized acting is not appropriate for young people to see when they're watching a game."—Which young people, exactly? The ones whose impressionable minds are being taught by football that you need to be big to win, you need to fight "battles" to succeed, and you are either the best or you are a loser? How about the older ones who were aroused by the glint of a bare breast but will need to figure out how that arousal relates to their significant other through trial and error? With all the calls for sensorship, a young person might even be inclined to think that mom and dad think breasts are something to be ashamed of.
I think I got the most vocal opinions I've heard, so I ask again, what the hell is everyone's problem?
Ok ... <HR> break.
I got the pictures back that I took at the show at
The Bug Jar
(219 Monroe Ave.)
with
Keith Parkins,
Kelli Hicks
and
Sneaky Dragons.
I was playing a bit with exposures and trying to avoid oversaturating the red, but I think it's just a defect/feature in Kodak's processing system that red stuff just goes too bright—I had to tweak the picture to the right and managed to recover a lot of the detail that was originally lost. And yeah, it really was that dark ... blame your eyes for not being sensitive to red.
What else ... I went to
Montage Grille
(50 Chestnut St.)
last week to see the
Big Drum Songwriters in the Round
which is a pretty cool four-songwriter show ... worth much more than the $0 of admission. On Thursday I went to
Thursday Thinkers
at
The Rochester Public Library
(115 South Ave.)
... Jerry Ciccone of CATS, LLC and Bill Price, the Port of Rochester Project Manager discussed the Fast Ferry. The only thing I really cared about was whether you can bring bikes ... it looks like it'll be $25 per person and some fee like $10 each way ... not too cheap for a day trip, but it would be cool to bike to Toronto for the day.
Later that night I got out to
George Eastman House
(900 East Ave.)
to see movies. The first was
Wonderwall
which was okay—I appreciated that 1960's filmmaking included a unique feature I like to call "arbitrary suspension of disbelief" where they just put something in the film, and since it exists in that world, you must accept it. However, the characters came off as caricatures of real people created by someone who was high on pot—probably an apt description. The short film preceding it was called
Reflections on Love
and followed a couple rapidly moving from seeing one another for the first time through getting married ... more like a reflection on an acid trip about love, but close enough all around.
Friday saw me back at the Dryden to see a really great and unique combination:
The Films of Ladislaw Starewicz
with
Tin Hat Trio
doing accompaniment. The best of the five films, I thought, was
Les grenouilles qui demandent un roi(The Frogs Who Wanted a King)
because the guy from the band said they performed music for this film shortly after the 2000 elections and decided the silent hollow log king was Al Gore and the evil frog-eating stork king was George W. Bush—imagery that really helped bring dead animated frogs to life.
Tuesday was my other foray out for the week. First, I made it to the Tuesday Talks at noon at the library ... Police Chief Duffy and Criminology Professor John Klofas indicated the city's pretty safe unless you are involved in the drug trade. Professor Klofas also answered a question I had about drug enforcement—I thought that increased penalties would ultimately cause drug prices to go up, making the risks more worthwhile, but he said that the demand for drugs was largely unrelated to the penalties, so it's really just supply-and-demand that sets prices—harsher penalties really don't affect prices nor demand.
Anyway, later that night I went to
The Bug Jar
(219 Monroe Ave.)
to see
Healthcare
who were more rock-ish and less "emo synth-pop"-ish than I remembered.
The Wills Wilde
is a great new punchy contemporary rock-and-roll band. The last ones up,
Hi Vol. Components
were an above average, faster-than-average, and louder-than-average modern rock band ... not really too exciting to me.
Well, that's all from the soapbox and other things. Try to get out an do things this week ... heck, even stay home and watch the PBS special on Monday. Just do things.
M O V I E S
Cidade de Deus(City of God)(at
The Little)
- Unflinching look at the deadly, inhumane world of Rio de Janeiro.
Catch That Kid
- Either a sequel to
Weekend at Bernie's II
where the two guys who got turned into goats are now on the run or about some girl who can climb things. Choose the universe you'd rather live in and I'll choose mine.
Miracle
- I guess this is a pretty okay telling of the story of the 1980 United States Olympic Hockey Team with a bunch of patriotic crap poured all over it.
This afternoon at 5:15 p.m. is another of the
Thursday Thinkers
with
Identity Theft: How It's Done and How Not to Get Taken
presented by
US Treasury Secret Service Agent
Mike de Stefano
in the
Gleason Auditorium
at
The Rochester Public Library
(115 South Ave.)
[source:
Rochester Public Library calendar]
Starting at 6 at
George Eastman House
(900 East Ave.)
in the
Dryden Theater,
Chesterfield Kings
own
Andy Babiuk
will present
Beatles Gear: All the Fab Four's Instrumewnts from Stage to Studio
featuring slides of the Beatles' instruments and equipment along with some other rare photos. Admission to this lecture will include the later screening of Yellow Submarine.
[source:
Eastman House calendar]
Over at
The Bug Jar
(219 Monroe Ave.)
starting around 8:30 p.m. is high-energy punk-rock from
The Model Sons,
mutant-music crossing heavy metal and groove rock from
The Torsos from Space,
and one-guy-and-a-CD-player from
Worm Quartet
(who's occasionally well known as the artist who did "Frank's Not in the Band Anymore" which was Dr. Demento's #2 requested song in 2002.)
[source:
Bug Jar calendar]
Accordian and musical saw duo
Dreamland Faces
will be at
Starry Nites
(696 University Ave., formerly Moonbeans)
starting around 8 or so.
[source:
the proverbial grapevine]
The Club at Water Street
(204 N. Water St.)
will be hosting a spectacular showcase of punk rock with Rochester's
The Flour City Knuckleheads,
The Clockers,
NoFX cover band (and former Sluts members)
The Moron Brothers,
fucking awesome punk-rock from Rochester's
The Blastoffs,
Irish-slanted punk (well, one guy plays a fiddle) from
Tom Foolery and the Shenanigans,
and solid punk-rock from
The Emersons
starting around 8 p.m.
[source:
Water Street calendar]
Ah yes ... It's time once again for
The Rochester International Film Festival
to present their
Best of the Fest
from the past (including 2003) at the
Dryden Theater
at
George Eastman House
(900 East Ave.)
starting at 8. If you
recall
correctly, it should be clear that my picks for the best films will be the ones chosen. They were:
Mount Everest—Up Close and Personal by Ron Strobel, Malvern, PA
19 at 11 by Michael Schwartz, Marina Del Rey, CA
All That I Perceive by Lindsay Daniels, Oakland, CA
The Least of These by Rik Swartzwelder, Solver Spring, MD
Die Leiden der Jugend (The Sorrows of Youth) by Brian M. Plow, Athens, OH
Alchemy by Anna Condo, New York, NY
Unearthed by Christina Spangler, Cold Spring, NY
Taste It All by Richard J. Liukis, Los Angeles, CA
Tonight is the closing reception for a photography and installation by
Scott Laird
titled
Balls and Pins
along with a sound installation by
Joe Tunis
at
The All-Purpose Room
(#8 in the Public Market, off N. Union St.)
starting at 7:00 p.m.
[source:
All-Purpose Room calendar]
Tonight at
Duels Café
(17 E. Main St.)
is the first of their official comedy shows featuring
Kevin Berry,
"D-Low" Danny Brown,
Paris
and
Joe Fico
with host
Dan Liberto
(of the The Comedy Company)
probably starting around 8 or so.
[source:
Freetime]
Up at
Ontario Beach Park
(Beach Ave.)
is
The Annual Snow Sculpture Contest.
Show up around 9:00 a.m. with your snow-forming tools if you want to compete, or sleep in and check out the judging at 2 p.m.
[source:
the proverbial grapevine]
Dan Liberto
(of the The Comedy Company)
hosts
Open Mic Comedy Night
at
Duels Café
(17 E. Main St.)
starting around 7:30 (theoretically.)
[source:
Duel's Café]
Over at
The Rochester Public Library
(115 South Ave.)
in the
Gleason Auditorium
is this week's
Tuesday Topics
titled
Stems, Cells, Cloning and Bioethnics
which will be in debate format between
Dr. Timothy Madigan
from the
University of Rochester Medical Center Division of Medical Humanities
and
Dr. Michael McQuillen
from the
University of Rochester Medical Center Professor of Neurology
all set to run snugly from 12:12 p.m. to 12:52 p.m.
[source:
Rochester Public Library calendar]
Tonight at
The Bug Jar
(219 Monroe Ave.)
is
Infatuating Lena,
high-energy, but uninteresting rock from
Russians,
and punchy drums-and-guitar punk-rock from
Blue Spark and Flame
starting around 10:45 p.m.
[source:
Bug Jar calendar]
Daily Perks
(389 Gregory St.)
is hosting an
Acoustic Open Mic
from 8 to 10. For this one, there's no microphones and it's pretty open ended.
[source:
Daily Perks calendar]
Tonight's another presentation from
Ossia New Music
starting at
8:00 p.m. sharp in
Kilbourn Hall
at
Eastman Theatre
(60 Gibbs St.).
This time it's a
Concert of Multimedia Works
featuring
Memories of Texas Towns and Cities
from
Andrew Rudin
and
Beckett
from
Vincent Calliano.
[source:
Ossia New Music calendar]
Tonight from 8 to 10 is an
Open-Mic Comedy Night
at
Daily Perks
(389 Gregory St.)
While once it was a workshop type of environment, it's now more-or-less a regular open mic ... by default it's still a place to try out new stuff.
[source:
Daily Perks calendar]
Very cool jazz/jazz-rock band
Margaret Explosion
will be at
The Little
(240 East Ave.)
starting around 8 p.m.
[source:
Little Theatre e-mail]