Wong Kar-Wai Lecture in Seattle

On Sunday, July 17 at the Frye Art Museum in Seattle there is going to be a lecture about “assemblege” and the films of Wong Kar-Wai.

From the FRYE film calendar:

Wong Kar-wai: Assembling Pieces of Time
Related exhibition ~ Oliver Herring: Taking and Making
Sunday, July 17, 2 pm

Free passes available at the Information Desk at 1 pm

Like Oliver Herring’s sculptural portraits composed of countless fragments, films are assembled out of tiny pieces of still images. Wong Kar-wai, a director whose work inspires a rapturous response unlike any other filmmaker of his generation (In the Mood For Love, 2046), takes an extreme approach to the idea of assemblage. He and wild man cinematographer Chris Doyle regularly begin shooting without a clear concept of storyline—if indeed any story will emerge. Robert Horton describes Kar-wai’s method and the sensual, haunting results.

The Seattle Weekly‘s Visual Arts Calendar adds:

Magic Lantern Lecture Local film critic Robert Horton explores the parallels between the 3-D collage sculptures of Oliver Herring (now on display at the Frye) and the fragmentary films of director Wong Kar-wai. 2 p.m. Sun. July 17. Frye Art Museum, 704 Terry Ave., free, 206-622-9250.

Dell Sucks

Dell Inspiron 1150
In November 2004 I purchased a new notebook computer. I had always used desktop computers in the past, but figured that it was time to get a nice, portable computer. I didn’t even contemplate where to get the computer — I immediately went to the Dell site and bought a Dell Inspiron 1150 (note the review on that page — not by me — about how it died within four months… I should’ve researched more).

For the first couple of months the computer was great. I got to watch Sex and the City on my airplane trip back to Minnesota. While at home, I was able to sit in the living room, watch cable TV, and do some work without having to sit behind a huge case and an even huger monitor. I loved having a notebook.

Then sometime in March or so my notebook started having problems. If I had a bunch of applications open (Photoshop, Trillian, Internet explorer — not a lot of applications, but whatever…), the computer would automatically shut itself off, causing me to lose my work.

When I rebooted I got error message #M1004 saying that my computer had overheated, and that I should check to make sure that there isn’t dust in the fan or something blocking the flow of air. Check. No problem with that. I even used some condensed air to clean the fan. No help.

Prior to buying the Dell, I had known that Dell was pretty notorious for bad service, but I guess I had no idea.

I called tech support to let them know about the problem I was having. They, of course, told me to check the fan and the flow of air. Then they had me check my BIOS version (of course I had the latest — I’m neurotic about having up-to-date software). After trying a few other things, they concluded that I needed a new motherboard. The guy on the phone started taking my information so I could send it back. I was excited. My computer would finally work! Then he said, “Actually, let me put you on hold.”

He came back a few minutes later to inform me that my warranty had expired last month and that he was sorry and had to transfer me to the out-of-warranty service department. Oh, and this was on a Saturday.

The out-of-warranty service department, of course, was closed.

Being that I am a pretty resourceful guy, I figured that I could try to solve this problem myself. I went to get thermal paste (you put it between the CPU and the cooling unit/fan in order to help the CPU stay cooler). I also raised my computer up using a slinky so that the bottom wasn’t touching my desk and so the fan was totally clear. This helped for a while.

Then the last few days Seattle got a little warmer. And now my computer is dying more frequently than ever.

I just called the out-of-warranty service department to see how much a new motherboard would cost. They said $499. I said for that price I could get a new computer. She said, “Yes, but it wouldn’t be Dell quality.” And I said (and trust me, I’m usually not an angry customer…), “I hope it’s not Dell quality. This is ridiculous. I’ve had it for less than a year and it’s basically unusable!”

I tried to somehow get them to work out a deal, but had no luck. The best she could offer was for me to send it in to “the depot” for $199 and they could maybe determine that it is a problem with the fan or adapter — which, I feel confident to say, is not the problem.

I explained to her that I purchased a Dell because of their reputation for good quality and whatnot. I never would’ve expected that a new computer would go bad so quickly. That didn’t help.

She, again, offered the “depot” option for $200, to which I said, no, that is half of a new computer, so what is the point. At that point she said there was nothing else she could do and we got off the phone.

I think I have two options to pursue:

  1. Call again and see if another representative can help me, and then talk to a manager if that doesn’t help.
  2. Write a letter explaining, more thoroughly and eloquently that I buy new computers once every two years or so and that many people ask me advice when purchasing new computers. I will never recommend a Dell — and, in fact, advise not to buy Dells — when people ask my thoughts on computers. (As a side note: when I went home for xmas last December, my mom wanted a new computer. I tried to talk her into a Dell, but she wanted it immediately and went with a Compaq. Also, my aunt recently purchased a Dell desktop on my advice. And finally, my sister is looking to purchase a new computer soon.)

What I really want out of the deal is a new notebook — this one, clearly, sucks. But if that isn’t possible, at least replacing the motherboard would be reasonable, I think.

I’m not very good with customer service stuff, so if anyone has advice on what I should say/do that would be awesome.

You All Should Start Saying It Now

I’ve been trying to use the phrase “you all” or even “y’all” for quite a few years now, mostly because “you guys” is, while not sexist, gender insensitive? I don’t know. I just felt stupid saying, “What do you you guys think?” when none of the people I was talking to were guys.

That’s why I was excited when I found Are Y’all Enjoying this One? A ‘southernism’ we all know (via Metafilter). Although the article is more about the fact it’s a Southern phrase, I’m glad all the same that the word is getting more widely accepted.

Cookin’ With M.E.

The CookbookI consider to be myself a pretty big Missy Elliott fan. I’ve purchased …So Addictive, Under Construction, and This Is Not a Test the days they were released. For Elliott’s latest, The Cookbook, the situation was the same. I got it on Tuesday. I now feel ready to comment on it.

First, I think Elliott’s best album is …So Addictive, followed by Supa Dupa Fly. I know that Under Construction was her best selling, and I did love a bunch of the songs, but it didn’t feel as surreal — it was more “old skool” and whatnot. Likewise, This Is Not a Test was rather disappointing. Of all the songs on it, I really only love “Pass That Dutch.” The songs “Pump It Up” and “Wake Up” are also good, but nothing spectacular. (Side note: from Under Construction I love “Gossip Folks,” “Work It,” “Play That Beat,” and “Back in the Day.”)

Second, I wrote a major paper (around 20 pages long, I think) about Missy Elliott for my Historical Perspectives in Writing and Rhetoric class. I used Henry Louis Gates, Jr.’s theory of Signifyin(g) and Hélène Cixous’s ideas of women’s writing and writing the body to argue that Elliott’s music is a hybrid of the two ideas and represents a unique rhetoric that, I would imagine, is used by female rappers.

So yah, I’m a big fan and a nerd.

As for my thoughts about The Cookbook, two-days of listening to it still leaves me a little unsure. I have realized that I really don’t like Missy’s slower ballad-like or R&B-like songs. I much prefer her faster songs with rapping in them.

Instead of a proper review at this time, I feel safe to say that my favorite songs so far are: “Click Clack” (which features this rhyme: “click clack caught it back semi-automatic track drink a lot of Semalac shorty better fall back” — which I swear I’ve heard elsewhere but haven’t been able to track down), “Cant Stop,” “We Run This,” “Lose Control,” and “Irresistible Delicious.”

It looks like I like more songs from this album than her last two, so that is progress.

Overall, though, I miss the sci-fi elements that Elliott used to incorporate. And by “sci-fi,” I mean that very loosely and maybe more of a “surrealism” than anything else.

Nonetheless, it’s Missy, and I love her and think she’s a brilliant musician, so in the end I would for sure recommend The Cookbook.

Suicide Kiss

For everyone (all 100,000 of you) who wanted more information on the song Genesis sings in Suicide Club, it’s called “Suicide Kiss.” You can download an MP3 here. Although the song is in Japanese, I found a translation of it (though I can’t figure out how to permalink to the post, damnit!!). I love that he references Luc Besson.

Time and time again the sky is blue.
And yet it’s strange how people
seem to always fall in love.

An unfamiliar yellow dog…
… keeps grinning as it tears
us from the ones we love.

Because the dead…
Because the dead…
Because the dead shine all night long.

I want to die as beautifully
as Joan of Arc…
… inside a Bresson film.

Lesson one, apply the shaving cream…
… and smile as you then
slowly slice away the heart.

Because the dead…
Because the dead…
Because the dead shine all night long.

Feel the warmth of the spring rain as
it gently moistens down a cheek…
… that’s streaked with dried up tears.

A guileless boy but five years old
stares blankly in the face of death…
… while his heart is cut and torn away.

Winging It

Press Secretary CJ Cregg
So in addition to Buffy and Angel and The L Word and The X-Files and The Simple Life and Millennium and Dallas and Dynasty and Firefly and Nip/Tuck and The Surreal Life and Queer as Folk and Sex and the City and others I am probably forgetting, for someone who “doesn’t watch TV” (and I really don’t!! only TV on DVD), I sure have a lot of television shows I am obsessed with.

Add to that: The West Wing.

A couple of weeks ago one of my friends (who is a huge fan of the show) mentioned that he thought I would like it. I’ve always been leery of contemporary network television, but for some reason I figured I would listen to him. He brought over season one on DVD and after watching the first episode with him, I was hooked.

Last Sunday we did an 11-episode marathon, finishing season one and getting two episodes into season two. I haven’t watched any episodes since Sunday, and I’m definitely going through withdrawal, though I doubt I’ll watch any more episodes until Friday, at the earliest — what to do??

I think what I love about the show is that it’s a combination of two things I love: politics and media. I’m a total news geek, so not only do a lot of the story lines ring true (either inspired by or based on real events), but then we see how the behind-the-scenes people have to deal with the media fall-out.

Due to that media aspect of the show, CJ Cregg is by far my favorite character. I just love her energy, her coldness (but at the same time her vulnerability), her tallness, her dry sense of humor — everything about her. And despite the fact she makes out with that reporter Danny Concannon in season one, I still think/hope she is a lesbian (how that would do anything for me, I don’t know — I just want her to be a lesbian for some reason).

My second favorite character is Leo McGarry. He is so calm and collected, it’s just awesome. Especially during season one when those goddamn conservatives are going after him for his previous drug and alcohol abuse — he reacts to things so well and is so dignified.

Also, I hate it when Leo and CJ fight — which they have done a few times. It kills me. I would rather that they make babies (even though it would ruin my CJ-as-a-lesbian thing).

Watching the show also makes me wonder if the current administration (or an administration in the future) shouldn’t turn the Oval Office into a reality show. I mean, people are already cynical and disillusioned with the American government, so why not give it a more human face? Frankly, I am really surprised that the popularity of The West Wing hasn’t made the American public, in general, more interested in politics.

Starting a new television obsession is going to be a daunting task, I know… and the fact that it is currently on network television almost makes me tempted to watch it live (which would make it the first television show that I watch during it’s actual season since The X-Files back in 2000). I know that the upcoming season will see a new president come in, so that might be a good time to start watching. I’m not sure. We’ll see how I feel after seasons two and three and four (which are all available on DVD now).

Join the Club and Mail Me!

Genesis in the Suicide ClubLast night I watched Suicide Club. I would place it in a genre of Japanese films (see also: Audition, Visitor Q, Izo, etc.) that are strange and shocking for the sake of being strange and shocking, but still seem to reflect on serious issues that less strange and less shocking American films delve into.

Suicide Club was sort of like a few types of films in one — although I called it a sub-genre, it really resists fitting under any genre.

The first half of the film is like a thriller/mystery: first, a group of school girls kill themselves by jumping in front of a train. The scene is totally over-the-top gory and actually rather humorous. I appreciate that style of violence in movies (ala Pulp Fiction and Kill Bill) where the blood and guts are so unrealistic that they parody the more violent and offensive Hollywood-stylings. After that initial suicide, more follow, including a group of high school students who form a “Suicide Club” in an attempt to be more famous than the girls who jumped in front of the train. We can’t really tell what’s going through the kids’ minds, except that they suddenly think suicide is cool and have no fear of jumping off their school building.

A group of cops begin investigating the suicides — initially labeled as “accidents,” not “murders.” They receive a mysterious phone call from a woman calling herself “The Bat” who claims that a web site tracks the suicides and that each time someone kills themselves as part of the Suicide Club that a dot appears on the page — orange dot for a girl, white dot for a boy. “The Bat” doesn’t claim to be involved with the site — she just finds it interesting.

Other weird things happen (a girl’s boyfriend kills himself by jumping off a building and he hits her ear [??? yes — her ear!], the cops discover a coil made up of pieces of human flesh, one of the cop’s children love the song “Mail Me!” by the group Dessert, the cops receive another mysterious call from a young boy or girl, the cops get a tip to look at the 6th chain, the family of one of the cops’ all commit suicide, etc.) and then “The Bat” and her friend are abducted.

Then the movie goes all-out strange. “The Bat”‘s abductors are a gang that calls themselves the Suicide Club, which is lead by a flamboyantly bizarre character named Genesis. He does a song and dance number about suicide and being lonely and wanting fame. He claims that he uses the internet to convince people to kill themselves — he doesn’t explain how, exactly, he does this, and I’m pretty sure that, as an audience, we’re supposed to be skeptical of his claims.

Eventually “The Bat” is given access to a computer and she sends an email to the police telling them where she is being held. The police arrest Genesis and his gang (Genesis notes that ever since he was a kid he’s wanted to be famous and that he is the “Charles Manson of the Information Age”). Everyone is lead to believe that with the arrest of the Suicide Club, the rash of suicides will stop.

Of course, they don’t.

The movie then shifts to follow the girlfriend whose boyfriend killed himself and hit her ear. She goes back to his apartment and notices all of the Dessert stuff he has (posters, books, ring tones, etc.). After examining one poster up closely, she decodes (via a telephone number and the word that the numbers spell) the word “suicide” being signaled by the group. She calls the number and is vaguely invited to tomorrow’s Dessert show.

Once she arrives at the stadium, things get even weirder. She finds lots of little kids who speak to her in cryptic, probably metaphoric, phrases. I am going to go out on a limb and suggest that if I knew more about Japanese culture/history and some of the original language these scenes would have more meaning. Or, maybe they are intended to be oblique. I don’t know.

Ultimately, the girl basically joins the new cult (created by little kids?? so that people can connect with themselves??) and a piece of her back sliced out (so that the kids can make another one of those coils of skin). When the cop recognizes a piece of her tattoo in the newest coil, then sees her on the subway track, he assumes she is going to kill herself, but doesn’t — so Dessert and their videos and the little kids aren’t really behind all the suicides? Who knows?

The movie ends with a Dessert video about jigsaw puzzles and fitting in, which echoes a statement that Genesis made during his arrest.

Honestly, the movie was whacked but had my total attention.

One last bit: I’ve noticed that there are quite a few Japanese “horror” movies in which the internet is used to spread some sort of social virus — suicides, etc. In addition to Suicide Club, the role of the internet was sort of like Pulse, and to some extent, the idea of technology transmitting evil is also present in The Ring/Ringu. I’m guessing these films address a social anxiety (and not just unique to Japan, but the world in general) about the growth of technology or something like that. I’m sure this could make a great essay or something, but for now I’ll save it for this aside.

A New Sith, or Revenge of the Hope

R2-D2, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Chewbacca
In what would have to be one of my favorite examples of “over-reading an under-read text” or “double reading,” I’ve come across “A New Sith, or Revenge of the Hope: Reconsidering Star Wars IV in the light of I-III by Keith Martin, which reinterprets Star Wars: Episode IV: A New Hope based on the events at the end of Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

After Sith came out, lots of fans noticed some pretty major continuity errors in A New Hope: Why doesn’t Obi-Wan recognize R2-D2? How did Chewbacca end up with Han Solo after fighting in the Clone Wars alongside Yoda? Why doesn’t Darth Vader realize that Luke and Leia are his children? and so on.

Martin’s re-reading of A New Hope suggests that R2-D2 and Chewbacca are top Rebel operatives passing messages back and forth, that Qui-Gon serves as a relay allowing Obi-Wan and Yoda to communicate, that R2-D2 setup Obi-Wan and Luke’s meeting with Chewbacca and Han Solo, that Leia was intended to meet Obi-Wan in order for him to assess her powers of the force, and that Obi-Wan let himself die in order to create a disturbance in the force so that Darth Vader wouldn’t recognize Luke and Leia.

I think what I like the most about this theory is that it renders our original understanding of A New Hope as total nonsense. Everything we thought we knew turned out to be a deception or misunderstanding. In a way, the movie is radically different — nothing is random and everything was setup or manipulated by either Chewbacca, R2-D2, or Obi-Wan.

I’m not sure how serious Martin is about this interpretation, but it sure helps me appreciate the movie more.

News Alert: Ignore Iraq, Pray for Natalee

Over the past few weeks my co-worker and I have been commenting on the rather bizarre news events that have seemed to captivate the nation this summer. Granted, due to my job and all that, I might have a heightened awareness of the drivel out there, but really:

  • Yes, “Utah Boy” is a cute story and sort of sad, but is this national news? Kids disappear like this all of the time. Why is “Utah Boy” such a big deal?
  • Sure, this whole Natalee Holloway missing in Aruba thing is tragic: I really do feel bad for this girl and I understand why her family is freaking out, but, again, people go missing all the time. Why is her case so different?
  • And who can forget the Runaway Bride a.k.a. Jennifer Wilbanks. As the nation worried that she had been abducted by scary dirty Mexicans it turned out she ran to Vegas. My favorite part of this story was hearing a caller complain on conservative talk radio a few days later that he wasted his prayers on her since she turned up alive… umm… didn’t he get what he prayed for? Her health and safety and all that?
  • Now we have a summer of shark attacks (I’ve always hated Florida, so no comment here…)

Some would argue that the Michael Jackson case could be added to this, or even the recent marriage of Ben and Jen and who knows what else.

Point of the story: what the media has been hyping up this summer has been bizarre. Forget about the Iraq War, the worsening situation in Afghanistan, gay marriage spreading throughout Canada and Spain, mad cow disease, etc. News Alert: The father of the Dutch teen has been taken into custody!

Thankfully, Salon.com has noticed and, in particular, called out FOX News for hypocritically urging the country to go to war and then passing up war coverage for more shark attacks and whatnot. I highly recommend “War? What war?” which smartly points out that now that the war isn’t going as they expected, FOX has abandoned the war (either because it’s just not appealing to the public anymore or to make the public forget?) in favor of more sensational stories.

My favorite part of the piece is the analysis about September 11 and how “after September 11 everything changed” when really it hasn’t. Americans, again, could care less about international politics and would rather follow news items that have absolutely no impact on their lives.

Like I said, working in a media-related field might make me more aware of this (and frustrated at the same time), but I think the Salon article really strikes some interesting points.

DW-uhhhh

I learned last night while watching The West Wing that there are only three words in the English language that being with DW: dwindle, dwarf, and dwell (and, of course, their variations). Inspired by this knowledge, I created the following poem:

The dwindling dwarf dwells
Dwindle, dwelling dwarf

The dwarf dwindled in the dwelling
Dwarves dwell in dwindles

They dwelled and dwindled while dwarfing
Dwelling dwarves dwindle

And to illustrate:

A B C
A C B
B A C
B C A
C A B
C B A