tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38189987208239641942024-03-05T02:40:37.511-06:00The Mediated HopheadErroneous thoughts on gaming, drinking, watching, and getting silly - not necessarily in that order.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-83155739361180932152013-05-08T17:01:00.002-05:002013-05-08T17:01:41.964-05:00Segway Prejudice: A Story About The Media, Economics, And My Father<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>The following has happened a lot more than once.</b><br />
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It's a beautiful day and a Saturday afternoon. Living in a scenic, suburban town in northern New Jersey, a man and his wife decide to hit the outdoors and go for a walk. They live near a lake and the path around is just over two miles. Seems like the perfect way to get out in nature and enjoy each other's company.<br />
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The woman steps out the front door and waits for her husband in the driveway. The man heads downstairs and out the garage. After he flips open the garage door with a switch. he hops on a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Segway_PT" target="_blank">Segway</a> and meets his wife outside.<br />
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And off they go.<br />
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When they reach the path along the main road in town, they encounter many other people - runners, walkers, cyclists. They notice the man on the Segway and they sneer. They shake their heads, mutter beneath their breath, openly laugh at him.<br />
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"You know, you could always walk, lazy ass!"<br />
"You actually bought one of those things?"<br />
"That's just ridiculous."<br />
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These are real things that real people say to a man they have never met before. I'm calling it Segway Prejudice because I can't think of a catchier name for it right now. It's a very real phenomenon. And, I would argue, extremely problematic.<br />
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<b>Behind the scenes.</b><br />
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The man and woman in the above anecdote are, of course, my parents. I've heard these stories from my father a number of times now, in which he's chastised, ridiculed, or silently debased for riding around a quiet suburban town on a Segway, purely by virtue of his mode of transportation.<br />
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I think this is a feeling we've all had, to be honest; if you disagree, I would challenge you to look deeper at yourself. There was a professor at my college who rode one to class and lord knows I found it hilarious. It's a strange, unique bit of technology and, for many reasons, has hit a nerve in the American consciousness since its debut in 2001. People find the device to be a waste of money, a reflection of American laziness, an example of capitalistic excess, and, a lot of the time, just a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq7xTr8bnoU" target="_blank">ridiculous thing to watch people operate</a>. That's the climate in which my father purchased a Segway - he should have known it was coming.<br />
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So why is this case so problematic?<br />
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When I was three years old, my father, mother, and I were vacationing down the shore at <a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19800000/Mike-The-Situation-Sorrentino-Jersey-Shore-Wallpaper-jersey-shore-19832064-1200-900.jpg" target="_blank">Seaside Heights</a>. My mother was pregnant with my younger brother at the time. My father was in the water and he was doing some bodysurfing. Everything was normal until he forgot to put his arms in front of him as he caught a wave. He was thrust head-first into another man's back and instantly his life was forever changed.<br />
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My father suffered a spinal cord injury that day and became paralyzed from the neck down.<br />
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His story is a successful one, though. After intensive rehabilitation, unyielding support from a large Irish family that just doesn't quit, and every cheesy bite of wisdom Robert Fulgham and Mitch Albom have likely ever conceived of, my father left the <a href="http://www.kessler-rehab.com/" target="_blank">Kessler Institute for Rehabilitation</a> on his own two feet. Today, he can walk short distances with the aid of a cane.<br />
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<b>Well now I feel like an asshole.</b><br />
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Don't. That's not the point of this article.<br />
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People ridicule my father riding his Segway without understanding his injury. They don't know about all the physical things he used to do and still yearns for. To run, to play basketball, to enjoy the outdoors with my mother. These people don't know that the only way my father can enjoy a long walk with my mother (who loves long walks) is via Segway travel.<br />
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These strangers are not ignorant, either - this isn't a willful lack of knowledge, it's innocence to the situation<br />
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So this is not about blame, at least not of the aforementioned nameless individuals. Hearing my father's tales of drive-by insulting left me wondering how we got to this place. Collectively. Why is Segway Prejudice not an isolated incident, but a common feeling, attitude, and impetus for action?<br />
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I think it's a three-point case study.<br />
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<b>The Today Show sucks.</b><br />
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When the Segway was unveiled to America, there was a brief moment of wonder. We've always been fascinated by visions of the <a href="http://allaboutfunandgames.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/20000-leagues-under-the-sea-board-game.jpg" target="_blank">future that may look nothing like today</a>. The Segway was a glimpse into the future -- and perhaps not even the distant future. The gyroscope technology that makes the Segway possible isn't the stuff of high-priced laboratories -- it could be relatively easily manufactured and replicated.<br />
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This is the narrative the news media fed us and it became <i style="font-weight: bold;">the</i> talking point whenever someone brought up the Segway conversation topic. I distinctly remember watching a Today Show interview with the Segway's inventor. They goaded him right into that narrative, which, of course, was good for business, so it's not as if he had no incentive to foster the good PR. Yes - this device IS the wave of the future, and it could be yours today!<br />
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The debut of the Segway wasn't real news, of course. It hardly even classified as cultural news and wasn't an especially big deal in the tech world (although I'm sure the <a href="http://gadgets.boingboing.net/gimages/sunukwii.jpg" target="_blank">Nintendo Wii</a> is thankful). But its unveiling must have coincided with a slow point in the news cycle, because it was a sizable flash in the media pan.<br />
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As conversation-setters, the news media crafted a conversation around the Segway that was a pure binary: Is the Segway the way of travel for the future or isn't it? And as all non-news pieces tend to go, it was posed as a question. What do YOU think, dear viewer?<br /><br />Wouldn't you know it -- there was a dialogue backlash. People thought the device would encourage laziness and only contribute to our obesity epidemic. Sales never hit the point that would reduce the technology's cost and make the devices ubiquitous (save for <a href="http://www.chicagosegwaytour.com/imgs/home/row-of-segways.jpg" target="_blank">city tours</a>, it seems). Yet the company stuck with the provided message -- this technology is useful and <i>going places</i>.<br />
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And thus the narrative began to conflict with the devices' use value. Eventually the company seems to have partially caught on. The <a href="http://www.segway.com/" target="_blank">website</a> directly targets its niche potential -- police patrol, tours, etc. -- but the insistence on behalf of the public that the Segway <strike>would not </strike>SHOULD not become the wave of the future lingers to this day.<br />
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<b>George Oscar Bluth</b><br />
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Mediated depictions of the Segway generally became more prevalent several years after its debut and already absorbed the public dialogue surrounding the new media-induced backlash.<br />
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Case in point: GOB. <i>(pronounced: "jobe"</i>)<br />
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Aka - George Oscar Bluth, played by Will Arnett, in the cult television hit <i>Arrested Development</i>, which first aired in 2003.<br />
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Nobody who's watched the show will deny the fact that because GOB rides a Segway, he is even that much more hilarious. It becomes a crucial tenet of his character, who is so out of touch with reality that he believes his Segway brings him to an elevated status. All it truly accomplishes is putting his pointlessly-rich family several thousand more dollars deeper into the hole.<br />
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That's part of the ideology that permeates the Segway. It becomes an extension of character ridicule (for further evidence, see <i>Paul Blart: Mall Cop -- </i>or just take my word for it and save yourself two hours you'll never get back). For those who've never seen a Segway, these are often the gateways to experiencing the device and understanding what purpose it serves. For those who have seen one, it becomes another point in its ideological schema.<br />
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And before I move on -- I should clarify that it IS really funny. GOB is awesome.<br />
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<b>And what of these "Benjamins" you speak of?</b><br />
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Rounding out the sphere of Segway Prejudice comes everyone's favorite discussion topic: economics. There seems to be two crucial economic points of view that come into play.<br />
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Firstly, and most prominently, stems from economic disparity. Segways aren't cheap. So folks of a lower tax bracket to see those with considerably more wealth riding around on Segways is bound to breed class resentment. At this point the Segway narrative has already been established and it is always/alreeady presumed to be public knowledge.<br />
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So if the Segway promotes laziness and is a product of pure American excess, to see the Segway nonetheless in use is an affront to their good nature. A person who is lucky enough to afford things like Segways and still chooses to waste his/her funds on what amounts to (in the public eye) nothing more than a rich person's <i>toy </i>is a pure slap-in-the-face to the economically disenfranchised.<br />
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At least, this is how it plays out. The narrative is co-opted by the economic argument. And I think we're all aware that economic arguments often lead to significant <a href="http://resources1.news.com.au/images/2011/02/24/1226011/259225-greece-athens-riots-police-fire.jpg" target="_blank">aggression and violence</a>.<br />
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Secondly, there is still economically-fueled disparity amongst wealthier Americans to poo-poo other wealthy individuals' purchase decisions. It often appears in the upper crust of American society that, depending on who you ask, there's a "right" and a "wrong" way to spend money. And Segways fall into the ladder category -- a fruitless investment.<br />
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My parents live in a well-to-do suburb chock full o' wealthy white dudes, many of whom are even better off (financially speaking). So I'm inclined to point to this second terrain of economic disdain, which sickens me even more to my stomach. Class disparity is a terrible thing as it's very often unjustified (IMHO), but I'll leave the Neo-Marxist debate for another post. But I can think of nothing more pointless and devoid of human decency than the lucky ones squabbling over material goods in a world of privilege.<br />
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<b>And that's how you make the shittiest sausage ever. Here's how not to eat it.</b><br />
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So there it is. Blend these puzzle pieces together on high for twenty minutes and you should get a nice, thick Segway Prejudice smoothie. Since this is a blog and not an academic journal, I feel like this is redundant to say, but just in case: I'm well aware that there is a degree of generalization in my analysis here. But in my own experience and given my own knowledge of media systems/structures, I think what I've outlined paints a legitimate enough roadmap that I'm willing to smooth over the edges.<br />
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If I might reiterate one point only to emphasize why I wrote this in the first place, I'd like to say that this is NOT a blame game towards individuals in the community I grew up in, nor is it a finger-pointing piece against The Today Show (although I really do hate The Today Show).<br />
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Things don't change unless you start somewhere and I firmly believe the place to begin is at a point of understanding. I'm attempting to map out the cultural processes that formulate Segway Prejudice, but like most cultural vestiges, it's not easy to change them just by asking The Today Show to think five years in the future. They're not at fault for sensationalizing non-news items -- the economic and industrial production model of the 24/7 news cycle is. Good luck scolding that beast into changing.<br />
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But <b>we CAN </b>change. We can change the way we receive media messages and the way we internalize them. We can become self-aware of where our opinions and beliefs originate. And in so doing, we can stop ourselves from looking at a guy you don't know on a Segway and finding him despicable, lazy, or stupid.<br />
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Because maybe he's none of those things. Maybe he's just a guy who wants to spend quality time with his wife.<br />
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<i>FINAL NOTE: WE CAN STILL THINK SEGWAYS ARE HILARIOUS, because honestly, they kind of are! </i>There's something clunky and awkward about human beings riding those things. I've ridden my dad's Segway. I totally looked hilarious. But hilarity need not escalate to prejudice. Keep the good nature in comedy. My dad is the cheesiest guy in America - he'll happily take the joke if he doesn't crack it before you do. I'm just entreating us all to consider the permutations of our opinions and infuse a little more sympathy into those daily moments where you think you need none.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-14674585249257676212013-05-07T16:27:00.000-05:002013-05-07T16:27:01.205-05:00The Strokes: Come On Down To The Machine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There's a lot to say about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strokes" target="_blank">The Strokes</a>, but not a lot that hasn't already been said. <a href="http://www.grantland.com/story/_/id/9096863/the-strokes-career-arc-it-their-new-album-comedown-machine" target="_blank">Steven Hyden's recent piece</a> about the band's career arc as it leads to their new and final album bespeaks most of the cultural weight that accompanies everything these guys put on vinyl. All of that has been rehashed (well, re-re-rehashed) as their fifth and final album with RCA entitled <i>Comedown Machine</i> has recently released, not with a media bang but a whimper.<br />
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The Strokes are important and for many reasons. But one thing about their long and storied career that warrants some revisiting is their <b>ingenuity</b>. This is an aspect of their songwriting that gets often overlooked, mostly because the reason they got so damn big to begin with has a lot more to do with what the band <i>meant</i> to so many people.<br />
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Myself included.<br />
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When I was 17, I saw The Strokes at the Roseland Ballroom in NYC. In retrospect, this was one of the weirdest shows I've ever attended (by now I've seen a few). The lineup: <a href="http://themooneysuzuki.com/" target="_blank">The Mooney Suzuki</a>, Jimmy Fallon, and The Strokes. Up first, The - wait... Jimmy Fallon?<br />
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Yup, the One, True King of videogames in the "late night" space was once a temporary musician. You no doubt remember his "hit," "Idiot Boyfriend," that of the faux-disco bassline and nail-biting falsetto. Turns out the guy had an entire album of material, which he unloaded on the young and tragically-hip audience between <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8sNpup9zL0" target="_blank">comedy bits concerning a Troll doll</a>. It seemed ill-timed and even iller-conceived.<br />
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The Mooney Suzuki, on the other hand, were just ill. They rocked. They killed it. They [something so hip that it's not quite in style yet, but rest assured, it's a good thing]. I learned about and loved a new band after that day.<br />
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But The Strokes took the stage following Fallon's fallibility and I didn't know what to expect. I was so fucking nervous. I really LIKED <i>Is This It</i>, but I was young and couldn't have told you why. If nothing else, the album was <b>different</b> -- pithy, solid, and steadier than Justin Timberlake's <i>SNL</i> career. It had swagger before people were hashtagging it, but swagger of a different sort -- the kind where you don't realize you even have any.<br />
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That's a lie, of course. The Strokes were well aware of their image and presentation. But my hormone-ified high school peabrain couldn't quite process all the layers upon layers and I just went along for the ride.<br />
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That concert was revelatory for me, although I didn't even realize it until years later. It was part of my musical evolution - in which I graduated from being a ska kid to a rock snob to a lover of just about everything. This would mark that first transition: from rudeboy to rockist. It was finally starting to feel official, although it wouldn't solidify until I had my mind effectively "blown" by a one-hitter and <i>Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, & Thyme</i>.<br />
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The Strokes remained a thread throughout it all, though. I picked up <i>Room on Fire</i> when it dropped and I loved it. While is sounds redundant, <i>Room on Fire</i> was one of those albums that grew on me the more time I spent with it (a la Radiohead's <i>Hail to the Thief</i>). But nonetheless, they still had my attention.<br />
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I may even be the one person in the world who puts <i>First Impressions of Earth</i> on a pedestal. It doesn't hit every note they were shooting for and it's a bit disorganized to be sure (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT68FS3YbQ4" target="_blank">You Only Live Once</a> + <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xms9QGn46Wo" target="_blank">Ask Me Anything</a> + <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKsQuZVxPnc" target="_blank">Red Light</a> = UM WUT STAHP), but it was also several steps into bold new territory -- certainly farther than I expected them to traverse based on the baby steps between their first two albums.<br />
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<b><i>First Impressions </i>is what I'm talking about when I say The Strokes were ingenious. </b>The opening track takes their trademark tightened rudiments and mechanics, then hyper-refines it like three drum machines in a musical playground. The Strokes then follow that up with a dirty little bassline ("Juicebox") pulled straight from Saturday Morning Cartoons. The album title is remarkably applicable; in fourteen tracks, The Strokes looked up from their $300 jeans and realized there's a whole wide world out there. They set out to engage with it - to remarkable results. This sometimes-uplifting, sometimes-manic depressive, sometimes-alcoholic, and sometimes-nuclear album represents the one thing The Strokes weren't previously ready to present: something risky.<br />
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So maybe I shouldn't have been surprised when, after a hiatus, <i>Angles</i> was released. It was aggressive, but only because of where they had previously been and their position in the pop music pantheon. Ah, yes - that faded, crumbling structure of emotional antiquity, upon which frescos and busts are built for those who stood the test of time and emerged with stories to tell. The goddamned hipsters built one out of cardboard and were shocked when it didn't look the same after a couple harsh winters.<br />
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The Strokes, in all their wisdom, knew their cultural impact was bound for collapse, so they changed it up -- a lot. And it sucked. Oh well. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angles_(The_Strokes_album)#Recording" target="_blank">Julian Casablancas notoriously mailed it in</a> (literally - he didn't step foot in the same studio as the rest of the band) and released a solo album (<i>Phrazes For The Young</i>) that some see as a truer Strokes album than this garbage. Then again, some <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Hyden" target="_blank">aforementioned journalists</a> of much greater clout claim <i>Angles</i> as their favorite album. So who am I to judge, really?<br />
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Then again, who are any of us? (I promise to avoid general musings on the merit of criticism here) I listened to <i>Comedown Machine </i>deeply mired in that state of critical confusion and I emerged a reasonably satisfied fan. This isn't an album that will have you rediscovering your youthful edge. Gone are The Strokes of old, but gone, too, are the anxieties that come with that sea change. <i>Angles</i> was too much, too fast for the band, built from a desperate need to un-hibernate and make something <b>different</b>. Now, as the band returns closer to the mean, the results are much more substantial.<br />
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Doing a track breakdown of <i>Comedown Machine</i> feels irrelevant. Sure, some stand out ("Tap Out," "50/50") and some are forgettable ("Partners In Crime," "Happy Ending"), but this is an article about artistic trajectory, dammit, so here's my media-shattering declaration: The Strokes still have "it." But what's changed is what that "it" is. If you're still looking for attitude-driven, uber-hip hazy teenage anthems, you need to stop listening to this band. Hell, you should have stopped listening to them around their third album. Just as <i>First Impressions </i>marked the end of what brought them into this world, it was also the album that propelled them into outer space. They saw some cool shit up there and wrote about it. Now they've finally come back to Earth. Via a spaceship of some sort. A machine. A...... comedown....... machine.<br />
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Sorry.<br />
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I'll finish by echoing Hyden's closing sentiments. The Strokes are in a really good spot right now. They've shed the weight of pop cultural pressure with the silent release of their last RCA album and find themselves in the role of an aging-but-talented Unrestricted Free Agent. If they don't find themselves a smaller label that encourages their newfound tempered experimentation, they're doing themselves and their fans a major disservice. It's murky territory and there's no guarantee they'll embrace the adventure together. But at least now we all know that The Strokes can find their way out of a storm.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-8056431792023663082011-10-27T11:56:00.000-05:002011-10-27T11:56:37.122-05:00Looking Back in Anger: Solaris - Solar Is - So... Laris?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There is good reason to believe that Steven Soderbergh's <i>Solaris</i> (2002) could have easily been called <i>George Clooney's Ass In Space</i>, and probably would have netted the same box office profits. Actually, maybe even more, considering they only snagged $6.7m opening weekend. The film had a lot going against it when it released -- the book upon which it is based's author decried its overemphasis on the human conundrums in the film and Andrei Tarkovsky's 1972 film is often regarded as a science fiction masterpiece.<br />
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But they made it anyway and today I finally watched it. And honestly, I liked it. It struck a chord in me in the ways it addresses serious problems of modernity and identity that plague us not just as a society, but on a frighteningly individual level. And in the end, after posing countless questions, the film merely shrugs its shoulders. This, no doubt, frustrated people, but what more can you ask today? Perhaps it wasn't quite as resonant in 2002, but in today's mediate climate, where every political, social, and cultural move is met with endless questioning and a demand for an answer, our endless yearning for emotional finality often IS met with perplexing suspension.<br />
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No, this film does not have the answers. And if that bothers you, then don't watch it -- you won't miss the greatest film of the era by any means. But you can never count out Soderbergh to offer you something patient and beautiful, which <i>Solaris</i> most certainly is. There is a symbolic focus on poetry in the film, no doubt because the hour and a half of the film plays like an ode to lost loves.<br />
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If you're not familiar with the plot, then go read a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solaris_(2002_film)">synopsis</a> because I don't care enough to rewrite it here. It's not overly complex, and the 'twist' at the end barely even plays like one. Soderbergh isn't really <i>trying</i> to mislead anybody, here. But the construction of the film's final act, albeit initially confusing, is structured to best capture the film's penultimate question: "What now?" The characters make choices in this film, but do they come with consequences? Maybe not.<br />
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If this film rant sounds at all ambiguous, that's because it is, because so is the film, and I liked the ambiguity. The meditative tone of this intensely vibrant, masterfully scored, and radiant (pun intended) film will, at the very least, leave you entranced. It doesn't hurt that Clooney and Natascha McElhone knock their respective roles out of the park.<br />
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Regardless of whether or not you identify with these characters (and you probably won't because they're all very sad and, with any luck, your life doesn't seem quite as pointless), the planet of Solaris will pull you in with the same mysticism it holds over the main characters. And when it leaves you with questions, just remember that this is the entire point.<br />
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(PS - Now I really want to see <i>Solaris</i> [1972], so you best believe there will be a follow-up to this post)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-46646280325691732042011-09-12T15:16:00.000-05:002011-09-12T15:16:16.160-05:00Pumped for Pipeworks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For those of you Chicago-based craft beer nerds who have yet to hear, <a href="http://www.pipeworksbrewing.com/">Chicago Pipeworks Brewing Co.</a> found themselves a home much earlier this year. Not news, PK. Right you are, self. So what is so extra awesome about Pipeworks new brew house?<br />
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It's not even a full block from my apartment.<br />
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Having a talented group of craft brewing pros nearby to any domicile should cause endless excitement on its own merits. But Pipeworks has me especially pumped up especially because of its storefront concept. They are shying away from producing beers on a larger scale, even on the scale of citywide distribution (something Half Acre is often criticized for <a href="http://chicagoist.com/2011/06/20/supply_and_demand_keeping_half_acre.php">not QUITE achieving</a>), in favor of a very localized business model. <br />
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As they noted in the <a href="http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2011-06-23/features/chi-pipeworks-brewing-finally-finds-a-home-20110623_1_india-pale-ale-new-beer-brewery">Chicago Tribune</a>, their brew house will feature an ever-changing rotation of craft brews (though some form of IPA and Berliner Weiss will always be available [which has the IPA-freak in me decidedly tickled]), promising something for your growler at any given moment that you've probably never had. The craft beer geekiness of these Pipeworks guys is apparent the very minute you visit their website and check out their <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/pipeworks/pipeworks-brewing-chicago-small-batches-big-beers">Kickstarter campaign video</a> (which was a success). They loves themselves some brewin' and I loves myself some tastin' so I'm thinking this neighborly relationship will pan out pretty well.<br />
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These lads also have some successful collaborations with local breweries around the city like <a href="http://beernews.org/2011/05/struise-collaboration-update-feat-half-acre-three-floyds-pipeworks-new-albanian/">Half Acre</a> and <a href="http://www.pipeworksbrewing.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=section&layout=blog&id=14&Itemid=67">De Struise</a>. My growler and I are already thirsty.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't forget about Piece, just down the street. What's a neighbor to choose?</td></tr>
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Any favorite craft brewers in the area you guys dig?</div>
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PK<br /><br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-86003201525933679662011-09-08T14:12:00.003-05:002011-09-08T14:12:58.869-05:00A Call for Comedy Studies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently, I was talking with my buddy <a href="http://dispositif.wordpress.com/">OJ</a> about the problems of comedy when talking about matters of Cultural Studies and Media Studies. A lot of times, when people do their analyses of particular shows, movies, videogames, what have you, the role comedy plays in that analysis is nonexistent, even if the text in question is comedic. You can do in-depth gender and racial studies of popular sitcoms like <i>Friends </i>or <i>Arrested Development</i>, but since these shows have an aspect to their design that's intended to make the audience laugh, why should that be neglected just to get a broader point across?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got kids all over town.<br /></td></tr>
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This has always been something that's bothered me. I come from a comedic background -- I used to do improv comedy and have always been a huge admirer of the sharpest comedic talents out there, either on television, doing stand-up, on the improv stage, or otherwise. For me, the comedic value of something is oftentimes the most complex in its meaning, as it's a direct result from the cultural zeitgeist, funneled through individual (and broader) perception. It gets at the toughest parts of a text's meaning -- which, frankly, is part of the reason I hold it in such esteem. The age old adage that there's "truth in comedy" comes from a very real place. If the point of any media text is to illicit some sense of humanity or human-ness, then oftentimes it's comedy that does this most accurately.<br />
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But you don't really see this kind of thing discussed in academia very much, or even the popular media for that matter. The value of comedy and its inherent (and ever-changing) structures are pretty much always just accepted as "understood." Either you get it or you don't, and I'm not just talking about "the joke." There is very little discussion, other than people debating what comedian is better and why or what show is funnier and how they go about their comedy, on the matter of comedy's role in the way we approach, digest, and comprehend our media and its meanings.<br />
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So I was super pumped to see that a very smart friend of mine, AJ Aronstein, wrote <a href="http://splitsider.com/2011/09/comedy-after-911-sincerity-and-irony">this piece about the state of comedy immediately following 9/11</a> (smartly released in the media flurry surrounding the 10 year anniversary). It's an excellent article and I highly recommend you check it out. Go ahead. I'm not going anywhere.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not to be confused with The Crying Game</td></tr>
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See? Very well said, AJ.<br />
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What I love most about this article is its clear linkage between the state of comedy as a whole and a crucial historical moment in which everything American's culturally felt, understood, and <i>knew</i> was dramatically changed faster than a natural evolutionary rate would otherwise allow. It's become somewhat trite, perhaps, to go on and say that "9/11 changed everything," but at the risk of bombast, it's kind of true, and AJ takes that case to comedy.<br />
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Here is a shining example of what it would look like to thoughtfully engage in the role of comedy on the level of culture and media. There has been plenty of work done on <i>SNL</i> and its cultural significance, but AJ is more interested in what their comedy means in a broader sense through specific example (and the conclusions he draws from that Giuliani moment are excellently stated).<br />
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I don't mean this post to be a praise session for AJ's writing -- which is very good -- but I wanted to get this point across so that people can truly talk about it. I want this to be a call for Comedy Studies (a fancier name would be nice but probably overlook the point). There needs to be serious work done examining the role of comedy in culture on all levels, from the broadest peak to the most specific instance, to get at the way it changes our media's meanings. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shit is HILARIOUS</td></tr>
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If a character in a film crack's a black joke, sure we can use that as an excellent entry point into a broader discussion of race relations, but <i>what do we make of the comedian's intent?</i> Where does the joke stop and the analysis begin? It is my belief that they are too intertwined to separate and so we need to just as thoughtfully consider the shape of the joke as well as its latent meanings. Cultural Studies would argue this point on the basis that the meaning of the author isn't necessarily the meanings derived by the media receiver -- and that's totally valid. But I see this as a reason to look even <i>deeper</i> into the comedic complexities of an issue because it often is so intensely personal.<br />
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It's not as though comedy is the same for every person (obviously, because as far as I'm concerned, Larry the Cable Guy should have been lynched years ago for being the unfunniest man alive), but that doesn't mean there aren't connecting factors that are worthy of examination. And as AJ does a good job portraying, the implications of comedy can be hard to deny when examined across a breadth of examples and media. This mode of comedic analysis is worthwhile, dammit, and I hope that we can begin considering it as such.<br />
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PK</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-34215779737627174272011-08-30T10:41:00.000-05:002011-08-30T10:41:54.266-05:00The Future of Videogame Consumption: Digital or Analog?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br />
<div class="p1">The <a href="http://www.gameinformer.com/b/news/archive/2011/08/02/help-make-a-video-game-history-museum.aspx">recent GI article about the Videogame History Museum</a> brings up an interesting point -- the founder and curator of this proposed museum foresees a future akin to what other industry analysts are predicting, in which games are no longer purchased from stores but downloaded to console or PC hard drives. Gone will be the era of instruction manuals, game cases, and *gasp* discs. Instead, our games will simply be gigabytes (maybe terabytes by that time) of information, seamlessly interwoven into a singular box of console gaming glory.</div><div class="p1"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that's an archive.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="p1">This foreseeable future has led to the invention of the Videogame History Museum, an effort to preserve all the physical products of the videogame industry to date and effectively constitute an archive to the world's new favorite medium's early beginnings.</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">My question then is this -- is this prediction not the same prognosis for the music industry? And if so, will we not see the same revivalist trends down the line for firm hardware over ethereal software? Record sales are a tiny, meager faction of music sales even today, for sure, but they are a small area of the industry that has <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/vinyl-sales-increase-despite-industry-slump-20110106">at least shown modest growth</a>. There is a real desire, especially amongst today's youth (of all people), to hold a record on your hand, to appreciate its luscious cover artwork, and to hear it "as it was meant to be heard."</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">If there is one key difference between music and games in this regard, it is that last point. Fundamentally, there will be no change in quality or perception in playing the game based on whether or not you are using a disc or a digital file, whereas an mp3 doesn't quite sound as rich as an analog playback. This, I fear, will catapult gamers overwhelmingly into the "yeah, digital!" camp, fully embracing a time of less disc-clutter and an equal amount of digital carnage ensues.</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">But I won't be a part of this revolution. And, yes, part of it is because I am a gaming curmudgeon. I'll be the first to admit it, in fact. I simply ENJOY going into a gaming store, looking around, checking out titles and scouring the bargain bins, until I've settled on my purchase and bringing the box home. No, I don't really read instruction manuals anymore. I don't have any nostalgia for them, necessarily, but the loss of a physical product to me is simply unimaginable. For me, it disrupts the ritual.</div><div class="p1"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Get off my lawn or I'm calling Karl Rove!</td></tr>
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</div><div class="p1">Despite my nerdy, nostalgic, and overly-emotional appeal, there is a degree of practicality involved in this idea as well. Forcing all game transactions down the digital pipeline means that, just like your giant mp3 collection, if your data isn't backed up and your hard drive crashes -- bye-bye game library. This isn't a very positive potential outcome, to be sure, and at least in the foreseeable short- to mid-term future, I see it as the greatest barrier to widespread digital transaction of big budget games. The XBOX 360's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xbox_360_technical_problems">red ring of death</a> plagues gamers everywhere on an annual basis and Sony's record of consumer happiness in the past year isn't exactly stellar. If they can't protect their own servers, how can they guarantee your data? Software navigating this rocky terrain is no doubt some years away.</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">Still, the indie game scene thrives on digital download, but no doubt because losing a $10-$20 digital purchase doesn't hurt quite as bad as a clean wipe of hundreds of dollars of blockbuster game titles in a single crash. If we are heading for a digital future, it will be the indies leading the charge.</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">I guess my point is this -- if the cost is the same and I receive added enjoyment from going to an actual store to pick up my new game purchase and the disc acts as a physical back-up (assuming all read-times from hard-drives and disc drives are equal, which, functionally, they almost are), I'm going with the game store every time. I can chat with the dorky shopkeeper and listen to his pitch to pre-order the next big game (I won't do it, but it's fun to listen), pick up aging Gamecube, Xbox, and even Wii gems for pennies, and continue enjoying my ritualized experience, just as music aficionados do in record shops nationwide. </div><div class="p1"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those were the days of glorious disco hits. And Grover.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="p1">And isn't the goal the same? To preserve a commercial institution that founded the games industry in favor of the antiseptic, anti-social, instantaneous digital transaction that just leaves me feeling like I stole something? I'll stand with the physical product -- games, music, books -- every time. Maybe this is what Walter Benjamin was talking about when he suggested mechanical reproduction destroyed an object's "aura," some esoteric quality that can't be replicated by a xerox machine. Only this time, it's not just the aura, but the digital safety net as well as the ritual of purchase altogether.</div><div class="p2"><br />
</div><div class="p1">What do you guys think? If push comes to shove, will you commit to buying games in a shop, or are you totally comfortable with digital purchases?</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-49931510851989611762011-04-03T00:00:00.000-05:002011-04-03T00:00:10.910-05:00Excellent Article from the Star Tribune<div>Bill Ward of the Star Tribune has written a totally baller piece about the explosion of craft beer enjoyment. I especially like his articulating the question of which came first: beer geeks or beer deserving of geekery. My personal suspicions lie with the former.</div><div><br /></div><div>Check it out <a href="http://www.startribune.com/lifestyle/119077974.html">Here</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Either way, it's a great article if you're curious about the current state of America's craft brewing scene. Just watch out for the know-it-alls who are only in it for the chicks, like me.</div><div><br /></div><div>PK</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-14768843343200112552011-04-01T11:37:00.000-05:002011-04-01T11:37:10.860-05:00Spectacle, 3D, Immersion: Misplaced Arguments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Anyone who has brought up the topic of 3D's revival in modern cinema knows how I feel about it. I hate it. I feel like an aging curmudgeon in these arguments, like Roger Ebert furiously tweeting about the (literal) headaches of 3D glasses and the slight downtick in visual clarity that the technology requires. This is all true, of course. 3D is, indeed, a step backwards for cinematic viewing rather than a step forward, in many respects. But I don't want to talk about the technology here, I'd rather talk about some of the assumptions people make when discussing 3D as it pertains to cinema as well as to videogaming.<br />
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<div>There seems to be a general argument behind 3D proponents that it offers more immersion. By creating a 3D film, you, the spectator, are actually getting closer to the characters, environment, and diegetic world of the movie. Holy shit, I'm watching the world of Pandora in 3D! It's like I'm there, actually flying beneath floating islands and waterfalls that don't follow the laws of gravity!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Here's the thing, though: this idea, which is constantly tossed about by <a href="http://3dcinecast.blogspot.com/2010/07/vet-filmmakers-aim-is-3d-for-masses.html">filmmakers</a> who advocate 3D's proliferation, is based on a bit of backwards logic. 3D's recent surge is based on some pretty spectacular technology. How many 3D films have you seen that are shooting for IMAX releases? It's almost always a major spectacle when 3D is involved. And while spectacle is certainly fun on its own right, it's inherently the very opposite of immersion.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Let's assume you're watching Avatar in IMAX 3D. Let's also assume you're not higher than Wiz Khalifa. Chances are you're geeking out on the special effects, the insane world-construction, the marvelous color schemes, and not exactly concentrating on how tall Sigourney Weaver is in human form. The entire reason Hollywood developed a definitive system of filmmaking was to guide the spectator's eyes to the best vantage points for narrative storytelling. Spectacle removes our focus from the film's diegesis. Instead, it slaps us across the face with shock and awesome.</div><div><br />
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<div>Tossing 3D into filmmaking that already celebrates an overdose of spectacle only calls more attention to the medium itself rather than situate the spectator into a deeper sense of immersion. <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2011/01/post_4.html">It also hurts our heads.</a> That's why I'm so curious to see what happens with the Nintendo 3DS. Games are often thought to have a similar sliding scale between immersion and game mechanics. Players can easily play a game, even one deeply narratively-based, on its own mechanics and rule systems rather than get immersed in the narrative. The balance is difficult to strike.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So will the introduction of 3D refocus all player's attention on the spectacle of 3D? And furthermore, is the a technological introduction that will ever become totally ingrained in the way we watch film and play games? I'm inclined to say no. But I do think, if anything, the 3DS is the best example of a <i>good</i> way to approach 3D in gaming. No glasses. Solo perspective. Portability. Immense amounts of wireless goodies and the introduction of Alternate Reality Gaming as a feasible commonality. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>The thing is freakin' sweet. It's just not going to be very "immersive."</div><div><br />
</div><div>PK</div><div><br />
</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-1650409239881163342011-03-25T15:39:00.000-05:002011-03-25T15:39:47.997-05:00An Ode To Half Acre<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">O, Half Acre Brew'ry,<br />
How do I love thee?<br />
Something something Jessica Rabbit was a hot cartoon something something.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's enough beer in there to get a small city relatively drunk</td></tr>
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This is an earnest plea to the entire city of Chicago. Walk, DO NOT RUN, to your nearest store of beer purchases and pick up anything Half Acre has brewed. There are no wrong answers. You will not be graded on the quality of your answers but rather the quantity of your purchase.<br />
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One reason Half Acre is awesome: Cans. At said Beer Shoppe, you will no doubt notice four-packs of Half Acre cans. Currently, they have canned Over Ale and Daisy Cutter, both exemplary ales. The Daisy Cutter especially is a thoroughly enjoyable Pale Ale that really highlights the beauty of the American Pale Ale style by not messing with it too hard (the Double Daisy Cutter is a whoooole 'nother story).<br />
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Another reason why Half Acre pwns: truly inspired small batch beers. Just to name some of the amazing beers I've tasted from Half Acre via growler in the past few months: Ambrosia (currently pouring, a fantastic take on a wheat beer, which I typically abhor, but the slight tartness in the citrus notes does wonders for this beer's finish), Chocolate Camaro (Chocolate Stout), Baume (Rye Stout), Callow Knife (Session Pale Ale)... All of these beers take your assumptions of traditional styles and detonate them amidst several tons of TNT and wet hops. The Callow Knife especially blew my mind. Hovering near 5% ABV (if I remember correctly), this Pale Ale substituted the tongue-smacking bitterness of the style for a still-complex-yet-highly-palatable session style. One growler was not enough, but alas, many other Chicagoans felt the same way I did and this fine beer was gone the next week.<br />
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Oh yeah, and their bottle art is completely baller.<br />
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Half Acre is located on Lincoln Ave and Cullom Ave in Northcenter. To be sure, it's worth the trip from wherever you are in the city. The lads by the front desk are very down to earth and clearly love their beer, which they most certainly should. Do yourself a favor and bring your growler (or buy one there) to fill up on whatever small batches they are pouring -- these are truly some of the most brilliant beers being brewed in Chicago today (with much due respect to Metropolitan, Goose Island, Revolution, and Piece).<br />
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One of these things is not like the other<br />
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PK</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-82813212399758891522011-03-24T21:53:00.000-05:002011-03-24T21:53:24.655-05:00Beer Review: 2011 Sierra Nevada Hoptimum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm starting this party off with a review of a beer that's been sitting in my fridge for a week or two, waiting for the right moment. A brand new blog obsessed with beer sounds like the right moment to me. Let's take a look.<br />
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<b>Primer</b><br />
I know essentially nothing about this beer going into this tasting. I know that I enjoy Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and, come Christmastime, can't get enough of their annual Celebration Winter Ale. But if you were to ask me two years ago what other beers Sierra Nevada made other than that ever-present pale ale, I would have returned your quizzical gaze with a slap in the face. "Nothing, dipshit!" I would have elegantly retorted. "Sierra Nevada equals Pale Ale. That's all they do. Don't be dumb."<br />
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Indeed, I was the dumb one. Sierra Nevada has a rich library of delicious beers and I'm really looking forward to giving this one a taste. The bottle advertises Hoptimum as "The Whole Cone Imperial IPA." Any Imperial IPA is good in my book. I'm a bonafide IPA whore. When Half Acre (a Chicago staple and a brilliant, forward-thinking local brewery) releases their Double Daisy Cutter, a Double IPA, I typically go apeshit for a few days until every last drop has magically disappeared -- except whereas wizardry might be blamed in earlier days, now all signs point to my thirsty ass.<br />
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Anywho, the beer looks great and I'm eager to dig in. The bottle is covered in hoppy art and the mere mention of a whole cone experience is making me weak in the knees.<br />
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10.4% ABV<br />
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<b>Appearance</b><br />
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Hoptimum pours a fairly thick head and a dark amber body. The suds in the head cling to the glass for dear live, clearly aware of their overbearing deliciousness. No, I have still not tasted this thing, but it's killing me just to look at it. It has all the aura of a fantastic and hop-heavy IPA. The carbonation seems a bit light, but then again, it's been cooling off in my refrigerator for a couple weeks now and has been staring me in the face for over eight minutes. Let's smell this sucker.<br />
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<b>Nose</b><br />
A massively resinous sniff. The beer smells like a dense pine forest with very mild citrus notes. There is a touch of malt to the whiff as it coats the nostrils in a thick smog of hoppiness. The smell tickles the back of the tongue as it dig deep in the nose. Honestly, the hops smell so fresh I'm amazed this beer wasn't brewed three days ago in my own basement. Time for a taste.<br />
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<b>Taste</b><br />
My first taste bathes my tongue in bitter hop glory. The hops really are the story here. They swarm the taste buds and don't stop the harassment until well after the sip has dissipated. The beer is so rich in hops that it has developed sweeter notes in fermentation, like burnt caramel and toasted marshmallow. Almost all the action takes place in the back of the mouth. For an IPA, I'm surprised by the lack of a citrus bite. There is a touch of tartness on the finish, but it's overwhelmed by the bitterness. This beer is no joke. If you don't love hops, don't even bother opening your wallet.<br />
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<b>Recommendation</b><br />
This beer, as I just noted, is a hop beast. However, at 10.4% ABV and with such an overwhelming hop flavor, I might suggest the cellar for this guy. Don't get me wrong -- if you're trying to get beaten up by your beer (which I often am), this one will do the trick. It's delicious, if extreme. Still, I have to believe that nine months in the cellar will really bring out some crazy flavors in this one that will aid its lack of a lighter side. Every great hop-heavy beer has some serious complexity that works with its hoppiness. This beer lacks that, but give it some age, and it surely will break out of those caramel and hoppy flavors to develop some real funkiness to melt your face clean off the bone.<br />
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Nonetheless, this bear is a freak of nature in the best of ways. If drinking now, pair only with the meatiest and most flavorful of meals. A burger from Kuma's Corner or a rich Hanger Steak. Sweet merciful crap, stay the hell away from poultry on this one. Or just drink one on its own, but if I might suggest, start your night with this one instead of finishing it as long as you enjoy waking up without a blistering headache.<br />
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<b>Score</b><br />
8/10<br />
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Drink up me hearties, yo ho.<br />
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-PK</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818998720823964194.post-6696050741900108502011-03-24T21:16:00.000-05:002011-03-24T21:16:26.437-05:00Those Who Are About To Drink, We Salute You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For awhile, there, I considered entirely reformatting my previous blog. There was some good work done on there. For a couple (and I stress, a <i>couple</i>) of insightful posts on gaming-related issues, by all means, go check out The Next Medium -- a failed attempt at serious game-blogging.<br />
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Which begs the question: why did it fail?<br />
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Which begs the answer: because I was a lazy shit about it.<br />
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NO MORE! With The Mediated Hophead, I am (digitally) reborn. Here I account for my other loves, outside of videogaming: beer, cinema, a bit of television, the occasional graphic novel.<br />
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I'll endeavor to do my fair share of the obligatory posts, like reviews, previews, wants and do-not-wants. But I'll also attempt to throw a bit of my own perspective on the whole mess. My budding education leads me to a lot of positions and opinions that I feel strongly about and am in desperate need of some feedback. I wouldn't quite say I'm a blowhard. I certainly do blow with considerable strength, but I also attempt to back it up with some lung endurance. That's a backwards way of saying every once in awhile I actually know what I'm talking about, but I don't let it lead to arrogance. As far as I'm concerned, I have nothing to be arrogant about -- the best academic and progressive thought comes out of dialogue. So please, for the love of all that is holy (I realize not much is outside of <i>Ico</i> and<i> Shadow of the Colossus</i>), leave a comment! Post it up! I won't tear into you unless you're a troll.<br />
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Oh, which is why I ask that you back your posts up with an email. Nothing personal, I just prefer a little bit of face-based dialogue over anonymous.<br />
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So there you have it. That's kind of what I'm about. What this blog is about. The rest, we'll figure out as I go along. But to begin, I'd like to start off with my greatest hobby. No, it's actually not videogames.<br />
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It's beer.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05106121490568705212noreply@blogger.com0