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watch the Boondocks

jeela » 20 November 2007 » In stuff » No Comments

It is crunch time. Holidays are upon us and the semester is rolling to a relentless close. It’s all I can do to make time to laugh, and the folks at Adult Swim/ Comedy Central/ Aaron McGruder Inc. have made it easy.

The new season of The Boondocks is all over the internet, thanks to a sites like watchboondocks.net and boondockseries.com.


watchboonsocks site screen cap

What I love about the show is how it combines social commentary and satire with hiphop and anime. C’mon!

I wanted to embed my favorite episode this season, the Story of Thugnificent, below…. well, actually, the Usher one was more funny, althoooo, the Attack of the Kung Fu Wolf Bitch was hilarious as well… ah, I hate these kind of debates. Especially with myself.

In any case, the embedding didn’t seem to be an option I could work out, so you just have to go to the sites and see for yourself.

Watch em all, I say, or you’re missing out!

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get up, a-get, get, get down

jeela » 17 November 2007 » In music, published » No Comments

Updated the list of articles to include the October/November issue of HI Luxury magazine, which has a piece by yours truly called “Get Up & Get Down: Happy hour and more at the Hanohano Room.”

This magazine impresses me more and more with each issue. Unfortunately the band was not correctly identified in the caption; Maria Ramos and Deshannon Higa of grOOve.imProV.arTiSts are decidedly not Son Caribe(!). I’ll have to try to make that up to them. The photos again are by Chris McDonough, and those are my unmanicured fingers holding the electric blue cocktail on the main page.

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complaining as an artform

jeela » 13 November 2007 » In finnish ish, music » No Comments

Why are there so many ways to make a simple, hard-boiled egg? Ice baths and timers, are they really necessary? Then when I find the perfect recipe, why do I tell it to my sis wrong, when she’s just trying to eat?

And why did my guestbook, attract so much comment spam? Every day a dozen messages about sex fetishes and drugs, when all I wanted was a place for fam to show me love. (I had to kill it.)

I’m not sure if singing about these minor irritations would really make me feel better, but apparently some folks in Finland feel it does.

Another clever Finnish invention: complaints choirs. Anyone who wants to can join the choir and submit complaints. Then the gripes are set to music and performed for fellow citizens and videotaped to post on the internet. [Source]

Here is the Helsinki Complaints Choir in action.

Apparently the concept is catching on in some other parts of the world, but the complaints of the Finns are just hilarious to me, especially the ones about public saunas and why our ancestors didn’t chose a sunnier part of the world in which to settle.

Thanks to my wonderful sister for listening to all my complaints, and not being mad even tho I made her mess up half a dozen eggs. :~j

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social network burnout no match for serendipity

jeela » 06 November 2007 » In e-life » 1 Comment

I never obessessed over MySpace. I’ll admit to having had a lurker account; how else could I check out the seemingly endless stream of grainy cell phone pics snapped in bathroom mirrors across America? And, later we did set up a QuadMag MySpace account where I sometimes check in. But I’ve never personalized a MySpace or checked it compulsively. Unlike so many of my peers, the craze missed me.

Which is probably why, when Facebook kept knocking on my e-door, I ended up embracing it with enthusiasm.

Many of my friends are not so eager, even the one who have been (or are) avid MySpace and Friendster users. The early volleys of Facebook marketing didn’t snag me too quickly either, but a few weeks ago I logged on and didn’t immediately log off. I stuck around and somehow ended up channeling a good portion of the energy I have for online activity (outside of work) into that site.

A chance contact with a woman I needed to interview convinced me of the site’s magical possibilities, and by the time a cousin from Finland found me with news of her engagement, I was seriously hooked. Besides, who knew that online Scrabble was so addictive? I was so caught up–adding friends and coworkers and testing new apps–I questioned the need to have a personal blog at all since sites like Facebook seemed so clearly to be setting the pace for personal representation online.

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