
Brokers with hands on their faces!
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it's cool to commute by boat, even if it doesn't really make sense), we heard some pretty sweet beats coming from Harry's water taxi beach. That, combined with the cool grind-train party that seemed to be happening in the tent area, clearly caught our attention, so we went to check it out. At the door I asked if there was a special event and was told that "these guys are doing music...and raising a couple bucks for Obama." Right. Then we were stopped to donate to some unnamed entity, and we were skeptical, but were promised free food, so we threw in a couple bucks. We grabbed some sangria and sat down, but couldn't decide if we should face the sweet Manhattan skyline views in front of us or the amazing people-watching behind us. Clearly, we chose the people-
watching. The Empire State Building isn't going anywhere soon (although, apparently, the Pepsi Sign is, but I have yet to see evidence). It was a pretty funny mix of people, from the aforementioned grinders in the tent, to the severely underdressed (and potentially underage) girls who started doing weird acrobatics on the picnic tables, to scattered groups of seeming European tourists (EuropeanOrHipster.com?). Anyway, we somehow figured out what was actually going on (sort of), because we saw one tiny sign about "House the Vote," which was being put on by "The Melting Pot Global in association with Oyasound & Liquid Sound Lounge." What precisely this has to do with voting, Obama, or anything else, I'm still not sure, but everyone seemed to have fun. And turns out that this was the last day
Harry's was open this year, so good thing we got in there when we did! Jess and I also checked out Domine's Hoek, a bar that I've never actually been to, even though it's between the 7 train and my apartment. It's a really nice place, with a great little back patio that was still open thanks to this warm October weather. Shame to finally discover how nice it is right in time for the onset of fall. Global warming, pull through for me, please, so I can enjoy PBR cans in outdoor tea light-filled terrace comfort.Just when I thought tuning in eagerly to watch Part 1 of 2 of the Project Runway finale couldn't get any lamer, Apple had to slap me in the face with yet another ad for one of their products with a catchy song that I actually like. I wonder who picks those songs… probably the same awesome smart person who creates their genius playlists, because I totally was suckered into buying it on- yes- iTunes. What marketing! Anyway, it's called "Bruises" by Chairlift, and it's a great song, so I don’t feel too badly. Plus, duh, I can identify with a song about being black & blue. Check out the ad below (but the rest of the song is better, look up it up on iTunes, or Google it or YouTube it or steal it, or something). So, thanks for the sweet song, Apple, and for making me feel like a huge tool.
Update: Uh, there’s a lot of bruised knee imagery here. Maybe this isn’t just about handstands. Shit.

Anyway, last night I went to see Death Cab for Cutie at Radio City. Overall, I thought it was a great show. What was strange, though, was to be at a concert with actual seats (and by "seats" I do not mean tickets that say "GA" for general admission which you mistakenly interpret for some sort of seating code). I don't think I've been at a show with seats since Bruce @ MSG (or maybe, like, Hanson when I was 13). It was kind of weird to be sitting in a sea of immobile bodies that you know under other circumstances would be awkwardly swaying and bopping and sort of rocking out (but not so much that they'd look too into it). I know this might be embarassingly uncool of me, but I was actually really into sitting down at this show. Firstly, I was tired. But secondly, I kind of like not feeling the pressure to do the awkward sway and bop, and sitting down made me able to just relax and watch and listen. That said, of course, once the first few patches of people standing up began to grow, everyone was on their feet within a few songs, and the show transformed into a regular, stand-up, pot-smoke-hazed, awkward sea of swaying. It was a great show, and even though I'm not that into the drawn-out intros (of which there were several), the meat of the music was good stuff.
aspects of what we normally excuse in the name of "faith." What he asks many times, and what I find compelling about the movie, is- but what's so great about faith? What's to be admired about ardent and often violent belief in something without proof or evidence, and how has this crutch of "faith" become not only acceptable justification of behavior from irrational belief to support of war, but a praise-worthy and laudable trait of a Good American. How many times do our politicians refer to "faith" in attempts to win their way into the hearts of the American religious majority? And why oh why and when oh when did we decide that "faith" in God or his "plan" are acceptable justifications for actions that, in reality, should be judged based on earthly, real scales like morality. Many people, granted, recognize how ludicrous it is when, for example, Sarah Palin says that the war in Iraq is a mission from God- but far too many Americans are instead comforted and inspired by those kinds of words. I just hope that we start to hold our government accountable for explanations and rationalizations based on what is right, what is effective, what is humane, and what is feasible, rather than what some batty ex-beauty queen tells us is the path of God.
"beliefs" to the same standard of scrutiny to which we take for granted that we can hold any other belief. Much in line with the faith-bashing above, I completely agree with much of what he says, including the question of why, if it goes against more basic laws of, say, morality or kindness, putting something under the umbrella of "religious belief" completely immunizes it from judgment or scrutiny. While I do believe that people should be free to practice religion, on a basic level, I think that the level of "religious freedom" can sometimes be so high that it means excusing things that are violent, hateful, and would otherwise be criminal. I read about a boy who wore a t-shirt to school that expressed some sort of homophobic sentiment, and a case was brought against the school for sending him home- the boy eventually won the case, because the shirt allegedly was just expressing his religious freedom. I just don't get how something falling under some strange banner of faith or religious belief allows it to become acceptable. Granted, this was probably in an uber-conservative southern religious community, and would likely not have ended the same way in other places, but it's still scary to think that such things can be tolerated in the powerful and dubious name of God.