<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:45:38.166-05:00</updated><category term='luxury'/><category term='Google Maps'/><category term='Star Wars Trivia'/><category term='Evan'/><category term='Dolphin'/><category term='Endor'/><category term='The Hurt Locker Review'/><category term='Michael Kimmelman'/><category term='Mona Lisa'/><category term='Plays'/><category term='bruckheimer'/><category term='Real Estate'/><category term='your mom'/><category term='art'/><category term='Stupid Ideas'/><category term='Wookie'/><category term='Empire State Building'/><category term='Fiorello LaGuardia'/><category term='DUMBO'/><category term='Apartments'/><category term='Louvre'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='Kim Il-Sung'/><category term='North Korea'/><category term='Bande a parte'/><category term='Greedo'/><category term='Connect Four'/><category term='Boss Tweed'/><category term='beastiality'/><category term='Bad T-Shirts'/><category term='Manhattan'/><category term='EOD'/><category term='michael  bay'/><category term='Death Star'/><category term='Arirang Festival'/><category term='genital slit'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Brooklyn'/><category term='die hard'/><category term='Anthony Mackie'/><category term='Godard'/><category term='Facebook invites'/><category term='Mass Games'/><category term='Original Trilogy'/><category term='dolphin penis'/><category term='American Museum of Natural History'/><category term='Jeremy Renner'/><category term='Moff Tarkin'/><category term='Robert Moses'/><category term='the rock'/><category term='United Arab Emirates'/><category term='Juche'/><category term='transexualformers'/><category term='Kim Jong-Il'/><category term='Manhattan History'/><category term='museums'/><category term='the last boy scout'/><category term='Whoopi Goldberg'/><category term='calcium deposits'/><category term='donkey rape'/><category term='Jesse Jackson'/><category term='transformers 2: revenge of the fallen'/><category term='Brian Geraghty'/><category term='Central Park'/><category term='lesbians'/><category term='compose vs. comprise'/><category term='Seville'/><category term='Ewok'/><category term='New York Times'/><category term='Ryugyong Hotel'/><category term='Pyongyang'/><category term='Lightsaber'/><category term='Julia and Julie'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Keith and Evan's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>If you are reading this, you probably know us. If you don't know us, please help us get famous.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-140619914971892874</id><published>2009-08-31T21:35:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:57:29.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dolphin Reviews "District 9" and "Inglourious Basterds" as if they were one movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note from Evan:  I wanted this dolphin to review both District 9 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inglourious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basterds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, so he watched them both, but seems to think it was all just one movie.  Be that as it may, I am still letting him review it.  Remember, I have never taken a class on film and have not seen as many movies as many prominent reviewers.  In fact, my level of film expertise is probably around that of a dolphin.  Thus, this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/Spx8OK6Cy3I/AAAAAAAAACk/CfA_guBXDK0/s400/98391847_4260937c65.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376308638061349746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me!  I'm perpetually happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Evan's Dolphin Movie Review #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Inglourious&lt;/span&gt; Districts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Greetings from the seas!  It's me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeh&lt;/span&gt;.  Man, I'm tired.  All day I've been having sex with another male dolphin by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homosexual_behavior_in_animals"&gt;sticking my penis in his blowhole&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, you didn't know we did that, did you?  Well, life in the sea is really boring.  Sex is all that there is to do, and yes, it has to be incredibly depraved sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So recently, Evan forced me into a chair, taped my eyes open, and made me watch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inglourious&lt;/span&gt; Districts," a futuristic science fiction World-War II movie, directed by Quentin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blomkamp&lt;/span&gt;, which tells the story of how a small group of aliens were able to terrorize human Nazis during the second World War.  For all you dolphins out there, the second World War was the same as the Era of No Nets, when we were free to hunt the oceans for all the fish we needed, especially around Japan.  Of course, that was also the Era of Exploding Spiky Balls, which was a dark time in our history.   Damn being a dolphin!  Damn it to hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SqCvMnIunsI/AAAAAAAAADo/RGfX45UlBdU/s400/12284364471Qkwf4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377490586279255746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exploding spiky balls. I don't want to talk about them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Early on in the movie, it is explained that 28 years before the present action, aliens arrived on Earth and settled over Eastern Europe.  There, they were persecuted by human Nazis (Nazis are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt; with guns) and put into concentration camps, while many fled Eastern Europe to America and other countries like South Africa.  Now, with District-9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fully&lt;/span&gt; operational and teeming with aliens, human Brad Pitt has been given the task of compiling a group of alien soldiers to get back at those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dastardly&lt;/span&gt; Nazis.  However, as Brad Pitt and his gang of aliens begin to hunt members of the human Nazi party, a high ranking member of the human Nazi party is hunting them.  His name is Hans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Landa&lt;/span&gt;, and he is played by human South African actor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sharlto&lt;/span&gt; Copley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SqCw57QM3NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/leBHJ_tcCHw/s400/JTM-045707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377492464285048018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human character Hans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Landa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;played by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SqCwo2_zflI/AAAAAAAAADw/IJTkI3vvto8/s1600-h/SGY-011405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SqCwo2_zflI/AAAAAAAAADw/IJTkI3vvto8/s400/SGY-011405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377492171084758610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human actor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sharlto&lt;/span&gt; Copley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the movie, Hans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Landa&lt;/span&gt; is infected by alien DNA, and begins to turn into an alien.  In this way, he can now use the alien technology to fight the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;basterds&lt;/span&gt;, and succeeds to kill most of them.  It is around this time that Brad Pitt meets a special alien who seems to be smarter than the others, and wants to burn down Hitler while he's watching a movie aboard the alien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mothership&lt;/span&gt;. At that point, I started to get hungry and began chanting "tuna!" loudly in dolphin language.  I don't remember the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SqCzsB9ZW7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gpb9yPov6Ao/s400/District9_Prawn_small-thumb-550x308-21280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377495524101938098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adolph Hitler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's my verdict on the movie?  Well, there were some slow parts, which I don't like as a dolphin, because I like to go fast and jump.  Also, there were a couple unexplained parts. For one, how was Brad Pitt so easily able to communicate with the aliens? The ending was somewhat predictable as well, as were other parts of the movie. However, it wasn't predictable in the bad way, like the way that we dolphins get caught in nets, but predictable in the good way, like the nice crunch an eel makes when you bite into it. You expect the crunch, you want the crunch, and when you get the crunch, you love it! And the acting of Hans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Landa&lt;/span&gt;, played by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sharlto&lt;/span&gt; Copley, is good enough to warrant an award nomination from your human academy awards.  Over all, the movie was exciting and worth watching, for humans.  There is nearly nothing in this movie that would be good for dolphins, as most of it takes place on land, and they didn't even have one Nazi dolphin.  Good job being historically accurate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, for my human rating system, I give the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 our of 4 Hitlers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, for my dolphin rating, and only because the aliens were referred to as "prawns," I give this movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 our of 4 herring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well thanks and...  hold on... Evan's telling me that they were two different movies.  Oh well, I'm only dolphin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-140619914971892874?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/140619914971892874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/dolphin-reviews-district-9-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/140619914971892874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/140619914971892874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/dolphin-reviews-district-9-and.html' title='A Dolphin Reviews &quot;District 9&quot; and &quot;Inglourious Basterds&quot; as if they were one movie.'/><author><name>Filthy McNasty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/Spx8OK6Cy3I/AAAAAAAAACk/CfA_guBXDK0/s72-c/98391847_4260937c65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-7810857378224084376</id><published>2009-08-21T11:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:43:40.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beastiality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donkey rape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS: Semi-Employed Writer Arrested for Raping Donkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/So6-kDHcAaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-uqDG3NsW9E/s1600-h/Evan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/So6-kDHcAaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-uqDG3NsW9E/s320/Evan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372440932020650402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what witnesses are calling a hideous act of aggressive hedonism, semi-employed writer Evan Jacobs was arrested Thursday night for violating several Boston area laws, including sodomizing a stationary bronze donkey. Asked to comment on the allegations towards his client, attorney Andrew Wetjen replied, “Let’s face facts here. Mr. Jacobs raped a donkey, pure and simple.” Informed by a reporter that he was, in fact, &lt;i&gt;representing&lt;/i&gt; Mr. Jacobs, Mr. Wetjen immediately reversed stance and issued the following statement: “This stationary brass donkey, unconscionably left unattended on Boston Commons by its owners, went on an uninhibited rampage Thursday night. My client heroically subdued the maniacal ass the only way he knew how.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-7810857378224084376?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7810857378224084376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-news-semi-employed-writer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/7810857378224084376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/7810857378224084376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-news-semi-employed-writer.html' title='BREAKING NEWS: Semi-Employed Writer Arrested for Raping Donkey'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/So6-kDHcAaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-uqDG3NsW9E/s72-c/Evan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-4732027215636557825</id><published>2009-08-19T17:05:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:18:17.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greedo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ewok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Original Trilogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightsaber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars Trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moff Tarkin'/><title type='text'>Quiz for Keith: Star Wars Original Trilogy Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SoxqGNrHajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pceErnEFQoo/s1600-h/star-wars-atat-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785110528420402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SoxqGNrHajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pceErnEFQoo/s320/star-wars-atat-fail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Part one of a two part series in which I test Keith’s knowledge about the Star Wars movies. Part one is about the original trilogy. Keith is required to answer all questions off-the-cuff, without the aid of wookiepedia, the Star Wars wiki, or looking ahead in the questions for clues. Keep in mind that Keith and I have maybe never discussed Star Wars, and I don’t even know if he’s seen the movies! Let’s see how much he knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A golden robot is one of the prominent characters in the films. What is his name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del&gt;I can’t remember, but he has a prissy British accent, like all robots.&lt;/del&gt; C3-PO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half-credit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C-3PO does have a prissy British accent. However, when you cheated and looked ahead to get the answer, you still put the hyphen in the wrong place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What does Princess Leia say in the holographic transmission after Luke removes R2-D2’s restraining bolt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“That’s one small step for man . . . one giant leap for mankind.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are confusing Leia Organa for Neil Armstrong, a common misconception. Leia’s line is “Help me Obi-Wan, you’re my only hope.” Furthermore, Neil Armstrong is a nitwit for not putting the article “a” before the word “man” in his famous moon-landing quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the Mos Eisley Cantina, Han is approached by a bounty hunter named Greedo. Who shoots first, Han or Greedo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shoot each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was not the question. Han always shoots Greedo. The question was, who shoots first? And the answer is, it depends on which version of the movie you see. In the original, Han shoots first. In the updated version, Greedo shoots first and Han retaliates, causing ripples of displeasure through the Star Wars Fan universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What race is Chewbacca? Extra point: What is Chewbacca’s nickname?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He’s like a chimp, right? His nickname is Chewy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the extra point. Chewbacca is a Wookie, which I kind of gave you in the preamble to the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Han Solo initially mistakes the Death Star for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Christ, Evan. I’m totally going to fail this quiz, aren’t I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are going to fail this quiz. The other answer I would have accepted is “a moon.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What planet does the Death Star destroy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever planet David Bowie’s from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Bowie is from Alderaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Who is the commander of the Death Star?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darth Vader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a tough question. The correct answer is Moff Tarkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. During the battle of Yavin-4, Luke leads a team of X-Wings into the trench along the equator of the Death Star. How is the Death Star Destroyed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trick question. The Death Star isn’t destroyed. Rather, it is preserved in a Hollywood warehouse, until one day it’s discovered by a studio properties master and sold for thousands of dollars on eBay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Luke destroys it by firing two proton torpedoes into the exhaust port. They travel down to the core and destroy the space station. Second of all, I believe the model of the Death Star is at George Lucas’s ranch or his studio or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In The Empire Strikes Back, Luke is attacked by a Wampa. He escapes but soon succumbs to the cold. How does Han keep Luke warm after he finds him virtually unconscious on the tundra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea. Wasn’t The Empire Strikes Back about Nazis? Or was that Raiders of the Lost Ark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While both movies you mention have references to Nazis, Han keeps Luke warm by placing him in the carcass of a Tauntaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe an AT-AT Walker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a Verizon Walker, only with spottier service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT-AT stands for All Terrain Armored Transport, and should not be confused with the phone company, AT&amp;amp;T. It basically looks like a long-legged elephant without a trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How does Luke destroy one of the AT-ATs without the use of his snowspeeder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is a snowspeeder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A snowspeeder is a hovercraft that is used to travel quickly over icy surfaces. Luke destroys the AT-AT by cutting a hole in its bottom with his lightsaber and then throwing in a thermal detonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the inventive method used by one of the snowspeeders to destroy an AT-AT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowspeeder slowly bleeds the AT &amp;amp;T dry financially over the course of years through an elaborate Ponzi scheme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half credit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snowspeeder wraps its tow cable around the legs of the walker rendering it disabled. After it falls, the snowspeeder has a clear shot at its head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where does Luke go after the battle of Hoth? To meet whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He goes to Israel to meet Golda Meir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to the Dagobah system to meet Yoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What keeps failing on the Millennium Falcon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brakes. No, the poorly-scripted dialogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the hyperdrive. Furthermore, The Empire Strikes Back has incredible dialogue. You are obviously confusing it with episodes one and two which both have terrible dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. C-3PO tends to talk a lot and give out obvious observations. Thus, what is Han’s nickname for C3PO? (May be too hard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! You just gave me the answer to the first question! Let me go back and change my original answer! The nickname is probably something lame like, “Mr. Obvious.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nickname is “The Professor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lando Calrissian is played by which actor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill Cosby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The effortlessly smooth Billy Dee Williams plays Lando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What happens to C-3PO in cloud city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets raped by a Care Bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect, although extra credit is given for using rape in an answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is shot and broken into many pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Before Han is frozen in carbonite, Leia tells Han she loves him. What is his response?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking remember this one. “I know.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harrison Ford changed it from the original “I love you too.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Darth Vader chops off which of Luke’s hands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of them. Then he has a surgeon reattach them, only on the wrong sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect, although it would be funny if it were true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vader cuts of Luke’s Right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What does Darth Vader propose he and Luke do, after he reveals that he is Luke’s father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase an old beat-up car and drive across the country having adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suggest that he and Luke “rule the Galaxy as father and son.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The Return of the Jedi opens up at which location?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some stupid soundstage in England where all these goddamn movies were filmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I were to go with your answer, the correct answer would have been on location in Tunisia. In reality, it opens at Jabba’s palace on the planet Tatooine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Luke has a new lightsaber! What color is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke has made the lightsaber himself, which is a rite of passage for any Jedi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is the main villain in the first half of the movie? In the second half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First half: Darth Vader. Second half: universal health care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect on both counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first half, the villain is Jabba the Hutt. In the second half, it is the emperor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What age is Yoda in Return of the Jedi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some absurd number, like 192.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half credit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He claims he is around 900 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What does Yoda reveal to Luke about Leia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mom is Debbie Reynolds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reveals that Leia is Luke’s sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The rebels end up on a moon of the planet Endor. What is the name of the race of furry creatures who live there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewoks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially the planet was supposed to be the Wookie homeworld, but Lucas felt that it was more important to appeal to children, so he made the Wookies tiny and reversed the name, coming up with the cute and cuddly Ewoks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Why have they gone to this moon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because JFK said they would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did this take place years before JFK was born, they went to the moon to disable the shield generator protecting the second death star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When Luke is fighting Vader, what ultimately makes him stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Lucas yells “cut!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect on both counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irvin Kershner directed The Empire Strikes Back, so he would have been the one to yell cut. More correct: Luke cuts of Vader’s right hand, revealing that it too is robotic like Luke’s new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The emperor realizes that he cannot change Luke. How does he punish Luke for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He de-friends him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half credit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The emperor shoots electricity from his hands at Luke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the emperor finally defeated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorothy and the Tin-Man pull the curtain and reveal that he’s just a crazy old man with a dry-ice machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are obviously confusing the emperor for the Wizard. The wonderful wizard of Oz. Darth Vader picks up the emperor and throws him down a shaft, saving Luke’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How is the Death Star destroyed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You asked me this before, genius. See question #8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half credit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although you are technically correct, I felt it was obvious that I was referring to the second Death Star, which is destroyed by Lando in the Millennium Falcon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who are the three ghosts that Luke sees at the celebration in the forest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ghosts of Christmases Past, Present, and Future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke sees the force ghosts of Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Anakin Skywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Bonus question: What is the first movie that the emperor appears in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incorrect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The emperor first appears as a holographic image in The Empire Strikes Back, and then in person in Return of the Jedi. Furthermore, the movie you mentioned is called Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no need to calculate your score. While you tried valiantly, you ultimately failed. You must see the Star Wars movies again. Want to watch them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-4732027215636557825?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4732027215636557825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz-for-keith-star-wars-original_5474.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/4732027215636557825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/4732027215636557825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz-for-keith-star-wars-original_5474.html' title='Quiz for Keith: Star Wars Original Trilogy Trivia'/><author><name>Filthy McNasty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SoxqGNrHajI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pceErnEFQoo/s72-c/star-wars-atat-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-6000525889380067483</id><published>2009-08-19T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:11:35.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia and Julie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook invites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad T-Shirts'/><title type='text'>Idea I Had for a Julia &amp; Julie/Supersize Me Blog/Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoxqWLnH0fI/AAAAAAAAACA/vansGve8SyM/s1600-h/FacebookedYourMom-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371785384852705778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoxqWLnH0fI/AAAAAAAAACA/vansGve8SyM/s320/FacebookedYourMom-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy who spends a year attending every Facebook invite he receives. I mention this because just this past week, I spent 20 minutes cleaning out all the invites I've accrued over the summer. I think I went to, like, one. Half of them were invites from people I only vaguely know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-6000525889380067483?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6000525889380067483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/idea-i-had-for-julia-juliesupersize-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/6000525889380067483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/6000525889380067483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/idea-i-had-for-julia-juliesupersize-me.html' title='Idea I Had for a Julia &amp; Julie/Supersize Me Blog/Movie'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoxqWLnH0fI/AAAAAAAAACA/vansGve8SyM/s72-c/FacebookedYourMom-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-5588878520399558053</id><published>2009-08-18T02:13:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:12:44.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Want to Eat, But That No Human Being Should Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8kpo7hNKI/AAAAAAAAACc/s1Ib5fiY9Mk/s1600-h/nutellatanjatiziana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Preamble: You're Fat. You're Screwed. (read: I'm Fat. I'm Screwed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today (read: a few days ago), I was reading Time magazine (read: Time.com) and found an article about exercise (read: how fat I am) and how it is not nearly as effective in weight loss as dieting, perhaps not effective at all. Take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1914857,00.html"&gt;the article&lt;/a&gt; yourself and then come back to the blog! Okay, are you done reading? You're not? I know, it's long. Okay, I'll wait longer. You know what? Screw it, just read this blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, what that article (and &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1827342,00.html"&gt;this other article&lt;/a&gt;) says that all the calories exercising burns can be easily made up with a few bites of a muffin or some other food. And guess what you want more of the more you exercise? Say it with me, folks: muffins (or some other food). In fact, it turns out that some people lose more weight not exercising at all then when they start a program. What the hell is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you (read: Keith, the only other person who reads this blog) know, I am an avid exerciser, and I go to the gym at least an hour and a half a day, every day. I am also monstrously obese! Look at this picture of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8IUjV54oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v7oddgx3D_g/s1600-h/fatwomanphilosophygeek.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8IUjV54oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v7oddgx3D_g/s400/fatwomanphilosophygeek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522029653811842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo: philosophygeek/Flickr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, all that reading made me hungry.  So, because I'm really going to start dieting this time (read: not really going to start dieting this time), here are 10 foods that I am going to have to give up.  Given in order from random to random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  The Luther Burger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8Il9_ivvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UtCJ0DNo_JU/s400/lutherburgermeatwagon69.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522328865554162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo: Meatwagon69/Flickr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, it's a burger with a sliced donut (or two full donuts) for a bun.  Are you kidding me?  What kind of evil genius thought this up?  I'm not even being sarcastic.  Combining pastries with meat?  Must have been a Chinese person.  Hmm... maybe that racist comment will get some more traffic on this site.  Anyway, screw that stupid burger.  Onto--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  Bacon Explosion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8I8Mlt5dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/smO2JoYp3YI/s400/baconexplosionjippolito.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522710740886994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo:  Jippolito/Flickr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa!  It looks like somebody already ate that!  Yes, the Bacon Explosion does look like a log of human shit, but it contains the exact opposite: bacon.  I can't even describe to you the process involved in creating something like this.  Let me give you a hint: it involves a shitload of bacon.  You first have to make a bacon-carpet, where you literally &lt;a href="http://www.bbqaddicts.com/blog/recipes/bacon-explosion/"&gt;weave the bacon strips together&lt;/a&gt;.  The ingredients involve 2 lbs of sausage, 2lbs of bacon, 1 jar of bbq sauce, and 1 jar of bbq rub.  And twenty EMTS.  Also, you have to love any food that has the word explosion in it.  I'm still hungry, what's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3.  Double-Bypass Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8JJtL5YjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mZLfidmkVy0/s1600-h/doublebypassburgercurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8JJtL5YjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mZLfidmkVy0/s400/doublebypassburgercurt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522942829257266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo: Curt/Flickr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why even include the lettuce, tomato and onions?  If you couldn't figure it out from the picture, this a cheeseburger's body with the head and feet of grilled cheese sandwiches.  The apocalypse must be nigh now that people started using sandwiches as buns.  What if they started using buns as sandwiches?  We are heading into a world where the line between bun and sandwich is getting increasingly blurred!  This is your fault, Obama.  Okay, let's see the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4.  Cake Batter Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8Klx-V0zI/AAAAAAAAABs/LTwFX2Jm5Ds/s1600-h/cakebatterbeastandbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8Klx-V0zI/AAAAAAAAABs/LTwFX2Jm5Ds/s400/cakebatterbeastandbean.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372524524662543154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Photo: beastandbean/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;God, just looking at a picture of this shit gives me goose bumps.  In case you weren't aware, they make cake-batter ice-cream now.  You know what it tastes like?  That's right, cake-batter.  Cake batter is one of those things that tastes so good you know it's bad for you.  This is basically the heroin of ice-cream.  Sure, everyone loves ice-cream (read: I love ice-cream), but this stuff is just a goddamned drug.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;5.  Cheese Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8MNGcKCZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zAOu4vHYUOI/s1600-h/cheesefriesbrianz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8MNGcKCZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zAOu4vHYUOI/s400/cheesefriesbrianz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372526299682834834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Photo:  Brianz/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Who ever invented the concept of putting cheese on fries should have his own holiday.  (Yeah, that's right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.  You know a man did this.)  And his holiday should take place on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.  Because what did Martin Luther King, Jr. ever do?  He certainly didn't put cheese on fries, I know that.  Goddamn, I love cheese fries.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;6.  Candy-Store Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8JjcB44GI/AAAAAAAAABE/5mgJfB0nNOs/s400/candystukinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372523384900477026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Photo: stukinha/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Any place that serves candy by the pound is a place where I want to be.  Even though all candy is just process sugar put in slightly different configurations with slightly different flavors, it's all equally tasty.  Kind of like Taco-Bell.  Or Bruckheimer films.  Except Bruckheimer films suck.  What I like to do is get a big bag of candy, eat it, and then spend the rest of the day short of breath and crying uncontrollably.  That's what I call a Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;7.  Double-Decker Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8Oir6ds0I/AAAAAAAAACE/Cc6pOIK7K4w/s400/pizzabarcodebmx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372528869542572866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What the fuck country is this?  Photo: barcodebmx/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I don't know if you've ever heard of this stuff called pizza, but it's basically cheese on bread with some other crap on it.  Then it's baked in the oven.  Then you eat it.  Pizza technology has increased by leaps and bounds in the last few years, and one of the newest things they have is double-decker pizza.  Pizza Hut came out with this a while ago.  My joke:  before Pizza Hut came out with it, I used to try to trick them into giving it to me.  "Hello?  Can I have a large one-topping pizza?  And can you make that topping a whole other pizza?"  Ta-da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;8.  Fudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8QVN7N18I/AAAAAAAAACM/_wNQxo-4I_M/s1600-h/fudgeamericancandystandcupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8QVN7N18I/AAAAAAAAACM/_wNQxo-4I_M/s400/fudgeamericancandystandcupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372530837177620418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Photo: American Candy Stand Cupcakes/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When massive star collapses, but is not massive enough to form a black hole, it will form a neutron star.  A neutron star is so densely packed that there are no more individual atoms, just sub-atomic particles smooshed up against each other.  To give you perspective, a neutron star is so dense that a teaspoon of it would weigh a billion tons.  Well fudge is even denser than that!  And it's also like a billion times more yummy, because a neutron star is really hot and would burn your mouth.  Also it would destroy the Earth.  Holy shitballs, I love fudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;9.  Nachos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8jy1IpHvI/AAAAAAAAACU/4id9WReqrjg/s400/nachosmooshee85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372552236640050930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Photo: Mooshee85/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What do you call cheese that isn't yours?  Who cares?  I like nachos!  In case you haven't noticed, nachos rule.  Basically nachos are dismembered tacos, and who doesn't like tacos?  Al Qaeda, that's who.  So if you don't like tacos, or nachos, maybe you should do some thinking about suicide bombing because a) your life is worthless and b) America must be punished for its capitalistic hubris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;10.  Nutella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8kpo7hNKI/AAAAAAAAACc/s1Ib5fiY9Mk/s1600-h/nutellatanjatiziana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8kpo7hNKI/AAAAAAAAACc/s1Ib5fiY9Mk/s400/nutellatanjatiziana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372553178256585890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm a whore!  Photo: tanjatiziata/Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;That prostitute in the above picture is happy.  Do you know why?  Because she is holding about twenty pounds of the greatest substance to ever exist.  I don't know how they make nutella, but I think it's from milking unicorns, or perhaps even collecting semen from unicorns.  Yes, I said it.  Don't believe the bullshit about hazelnuts, it's all unicorn nuts here.  How much nutella could I eat in a single sitting?  I would eat it until I died.  I am not joking around. I would keep shoveling it into my mouth until I choked on it, or even better, became so obese that I suffered complications and had a heart attack or something.  If I had to slap my mom in the face to get nutella, sorry mom, you're getting your face slapped.  Really hard, too.  I might just go ahead and slap my dad for good measure, just to make sure that I get that sweet nutella.  Great, now I'm all worried about that.  I'd better go down to philly and slap my mom just to make sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;See you next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-5588878520399558053?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5588878520399558053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-things-i-want-to-eat-but-that-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/5588878520399558053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/5588878520399558053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-things-i-want-to-eat-but-that-no.html' title='10 Things I Want to Eat, But That No Human Being Should Eat'/><author><name>Filthy McNasty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/So8IUjV54oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/v7oddgx3D_g/s72-c/fatwomanphilosophygeek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-7182938212398212868</id><published>2009-08-14T17:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:08:24.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Moses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiorello LaGuardia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United Arab Emirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connect Four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss Tweed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse Jackson'/><title type='text'>Quiz for Evan: New York City History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoX8axLoPmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jMCQRH3Pt20/s1600-h/rhinelander_houses_old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoX8axLoPmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jMCQRH3Pt20/s320/rhinelander_houses_old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369975667518094946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Part One of a series in which I test Evan’s knowledge about topics concerning history, culture, and the arts. The topic of today’s quiz is New York City history. Evan is required to answer all questions off-the-cuff, without the aid of Internet or book research. Keep in mind that Evan has lived in New York for almost 5 years now. Let’s see how much he knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;1. The first Europeans to build on what is now the Island of Manhattan hailed from what country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; The Dutch were the first Europeans to settle in Manhattan, which they called Nieuw Amsterdam. They arrived in 1613.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; I believe it was the United Arab Emirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Incorrect. The Netherlands, as it’s currently constituted, is a country which dates back to the late 16th century. The United Arab Emirates was formed in 1971, when seven sheikhdoms were combined. That is, 358 after the settlement of Manhattan. Also, the UAE is not a European country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;2. In 1875, Democratic political icon, William “Boss” Tweed, did what in an attempt to escape imprisonment for charges of corruption?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; To avoid prison, Boss Tweed fled to Spain where he disguised himself as a common seaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; According to Wikipedia, he shot himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Also, note the use of Wikipedia, which, as an online resource, is forbidden in this quiz. That makes this answer doubly incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;3. The first attempt to construct an underground transit system in New York was made in 1869 when Alfred Ely Beach constructed a subway line underneath Broadway in Lower Manhattan. Beach used a rather eccentric physical system to propel his subway cars. What was it?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Beach, an American inventor and patent lawyer, successfully used a pneumatic tube, which uses compressed air or a vacuum, to propel his subway cars. In 1912, workers excavating for the current Broadway subway line, discovered one of Beach’s old subway cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;From what I remember of AP history, he used about twenty to thirty polar bears to pull each train car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Note also that polar bears do not thrive in a humid subtropical climate, such as New York’s. Their natural habitat tends to be areas where ice and water meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;4. In the early 1970s, the City of New York, aided by Congress, began construction on a Second Avenue subway line in Manhattan, which would run from 34th Street to the Bronx. The line was abandoned in 1975 for what reason?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Construction of the Second Avenue subway was abandoned because of the city’s fiscal insolvency. It has recently been recommenced, with substantial completion expected in 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; What are you talking about?  I’m riding the Second Avenue subway as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Most likely, you are on another train, possibly the L, which stops at Second Avenue, but does not run its length. Or, possibly, you are not on any train at all, but are just sitting at home, which makes me think you’re not taking this test very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;5. Between 1904 and 1948, it cost how much to ride the New York City subway?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;It was only a nickel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Back then, it was only three euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Evan! The Euro wasn’t even introduced until 1999! (Please also note that “Euro” is typically spelled with a capital “e.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;6. Who is the City of New York named after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; King James II of England, then Duke of York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; That would be Jimmy Newyork, who discovered the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Are you even trying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;7. Today, New York has over 8 million inhabitants. A hundred years ago, the population of the city was how many people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; In 1910, the city’s population was 4,766,883. Or 3,233,000 less than it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; 100 years ago, approximately thirteen people lived in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Ok, let's just do some thinking here. In a hundred years, the city increased by, um, let's see . . . 8 million percent?! Come on, Evan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;8. In the 1960s, the urban renewal plans of infamous city leader Robert Moses began to fall out of favor. Many attribute this change in attitudes to the neighborhood oriented sentiments of Jane Jacobs, who opposed Moses in his attempts to build what?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Jacobs thwarted Moses’ plan to build an expressway through the heart of Greenwich Village and SoHo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Robert Moses attempted to build a large ark that would house every one of nature’s animals in sets of two, one male and one female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. I believe you’re confusing Robert Moses, 20th century NYC planner, with Moses, the pre-biblical religious leader and prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;9. According to a recent article in the New York Times, the Bronx recently attained what dubious distinction related to its people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; In a recent article, the New York Times cited a study which revealed the Bronx as the city’s fattest borough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; The New York Times dubbed the Bronx recently the “Happiest Place on Earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. You are confusing the Bronx with . . . Disneyworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;10. Betty Smith’s classic novel, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, is about an impoverished family in what Brooklyn neighborhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Williamsburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Governor’s Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Also, Governor’s Island is not in Brooklyn but rather in the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;11. In 1960, what hallowed New York ball-field was, against much popular objection, demolished for a block of housing projects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Ebbets Field, home of the Brooklyn Dodgers, until they decamped for Los Angeles in 1958.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Easy one!  Madison Square Garden.  I wish I were old enough to have ever seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Madison Square Garden, although it has been rebuilt several times, is currently in existence as a large sporting arena between Eighth and Seventh Avenue, south of the Garment District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;12. During a 1945 newspaper strike, Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia famously did what on the radio to compensate for his citizen’s lack of periodicals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; He read the comics aloud on the radio, which greatly endeared him to his fellow Gothamites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Another “gimme.”  LaGuardia asked several well-endowed lesbians to “make out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. How would they even see them making out, if it’s on radio? Um, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;13. Because of it is such a massive draw for immigrants from all over the world, New York is often referred to as what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; “a melting pot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Heimy Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. You're referring to the slur used by Jesse Jackson against the city’s large Jewish population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;14. What is the most common crime in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Ponzi Schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Incorrect. Although Ponzi Schemes are a type of theft, the definition is too narrow to qualify here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;15. In 1984, Bernie Goetz, the “subway vigilante,” shot four Brooklyn men on the 2 train because they did what?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Accounts vary, but the consensus is that they confronted him and asked him for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Because they were black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;16. What is “Five Points”?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Five Points was a 19th-centrury slum in downtown Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Five Points is the successful and popular sequel to the classic children’s game, Connect 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Connect Four is a two-player game created in 1974 by Milton Bradley, a Massachusetts-based game company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;17. Where is Times Square?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Times Square is located at the intersection of Broadway, Seventh Avenue, and 42nd Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Times Square is slightly south of Times Circle and to the east of Times Trapezoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. None of these place-names exist either in historical or modern-day Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;18. What is the longest-running Broadway show?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; The longest-running Broadway show is Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom of the Opera, which opened in January 1988, and has run for almost 9,000 performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Shrek, the Broadway musical has been running for less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;19. Who is the current mayor of New York?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Michael Bloomberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Some midget.  I forget his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Partial Credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;20. What is the wealthiest Manhattan neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; The Upper East Side between Fifth Avenue and Park Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Evan’s Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Jersey City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Assessment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Incorrect. Jersey City, as per its name, is in New Jersey, not New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-7182938212398212868?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7182938212398212868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz-for-evan-new-york-city-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/7182938212398212868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/7182938212398212868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz-for-evan-new-york-city-history.html' title='Quiz for Evan: New York City History'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoX8axLoPmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jMCQRH3Pt20/s72-c/rhinelander_houses_old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-1719588191067053788</id><published>2009-08-11T22:58:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:17:21.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luxury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUMBO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoopi Goldberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central Park'/><title type='text'>Three New York Palaces I Will One Day Own</title><content type='html'>This week I bring you two apartments and one house that I would gladly purchase if I were a wee bit less-enamored of my current abode. And if I were millions and millions of dollars richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 East 94th Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I passed by this place one night while walking home from the City Museum. It was all lit up, the curtains drawn, and clearly for sale. There was even a sign announcing a website:&lt;a href="http://3east94.com/"&gt; http://3east94.com/. &lt;/a&gt;Please view this website for an idea of the kind of luxury we’re talking about here. Just off Central Park, this place is a genuine private home. That’s right, you’d have the place all to yourself. It’s six-goddamn-stories tall and 11,700 square-feet. According to the website, the place has 7 fireplaces, a spacious elevator, a solarium, Jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, and a 50-foot pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking price: just $23,750,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxv1jqN8I/AAAAAAAAABY/0xJqZgXRKiE/s1600-h/3east.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxv1jqN8I/AAAAAAAAABY/0xJqZgXRKiE/s320/3east.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368908403679311810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIx2S1-KSI/AAAAAAAAABg/uVSKXoGbdnk/s1600-h/3east2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIx2S1-KSI/AAAAAAAAABg/uVSKXoGbdnk/s320/3east2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368908514619959586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DUMBO Clock Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly my dream apartment. It has everything: located in the best, most romantic part of Brooklyn, DUMBO, with the most expansive views of Lower Manhattan and the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges. And certainly the most unique windows. This place was captivating enough that &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/09/realestate/09deal1.html?_r=1"&gt;the &lt;i&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt; ran an article on it&lt;/a&gt;. Fascinating details emerge . . . The main floor is has 16-foot ceilings and is 3,000 square-feet. The clock-face windows are 14-feet high. In the center of the apartment is a “floating” staircase surrounding a glass-walled elevator. I would kill for this apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking price: unlisted, but according to the developer, “the marketing of the ClockTower apartment was not timed to the fluctuations in the real estate market, because the apartment was a one-of-a-kind space that would appeal only to a one-of-a-kind buyer.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DUMBO Clock Tower apartment before . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIy0we3tkI/AAAAAAAAABo/aJbl4Qe50wQ/s1600-h/dumbo-clocktower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIy0we3tkI/AAAAAAAAABo/aJbl4Qe50wQ/s320/dumbo-clocktower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368909587728021058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;. . . and after . . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIzV9bhtbI/AAAAAAAAABw/lSbX7pvmocE/s1600-h/70washmint34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIzV9bhtbI/AAAAAAAAABw/lSbX7pvmocE/s320/70washmint34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368910158139340210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whoopi Goldberg’s Apartment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this is the second time today I’ve mentioned Whoopi Goldberg, someone I do not tend to spend much time thinking of, normally. Secondly, who knew Whoopi had such great taste in home decoration? Here’s her gorgeously outfitted SoHo hideaway (on Wooster between Prince and Spring), &lt;a href="http://www.sothebyshomes.com/nyc/sales/0134836#"&gt;listed by Southby for $3,990,000.&lt;/a&gt; A relative bargain! It’s a two-bedroom, but quite comfortable, folks. And the maintenance is only $3,522. Act now, while it’s still available!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking price: $3,990,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxDsN4RAI/AAAAAAAAABI/YZZaK-oagBQ/s1600-h/fullsize.rails.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxDsN4RAI/AAAAAAAAABI/YZZaK-oagBQ/s320/fullsize.rails.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368907645257794562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxTIm_d7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8T9c8hD160I/s1600-h/detailSize.rails.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxTIm_d7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8T9c8hD160I/s320/detailSize.rails.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368907910577354674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-1719588191067053788?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1719588191067053788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-new-york-palaces-i-will-one-day_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/1719588191067053788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/1719588191067053788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-new-york-palaces-i-will-one-day_11.html' title='Three New York Palaces I Will One Day Own'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIxv1jqN8I/AAAAAAAAABY/0xJqZgXRKiE/s72-c/3east.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-4691168246242680513</id><published>2009-08-11T22:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:30:27.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bande a parte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Museum of Natural History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoopi Goldberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mona Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kimmelman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empire State Building'/><title type='text'>What We Talk About When We Talk About Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIlk0Nrl4I/AAAAAAAAABA/hLa-e8qazMs/s1600-h/Mona-Lisa-at-the-Louvre-i-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895020200597378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIlk0Nrl4I/AAAAAAAAABA/hLa-e8qazMs/s320/Mona-Lisa-at-the-Louvre-i-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 170%"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;On Sunday, Trina and I went with some friends to the American Museum of Natural History. The sky was inky, so we scuttled our planned trip to Governor’s Island in favor of staying dry. (Naturally, the clouds didn’t shed a drop.) Our tour included a visit to the “Extreme Mammals” exhibit on the fourth floor (dinosaur bones) and the planetarium feature, “Journey to the Stars,” a dizzying visit to outer space narrated, for some reason, by Whoopi Goldberg. The seats were comfortable, but my ears were harassed by the interminable chatter of French tourists behind us. “Shh!” seemed not to translate. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Somewhere between the Hall of the Universe and the Hayden Planetarium, I found myself thinking about the nature of our relationship with museums, particularly as it applies to social visits, like the one I was on. Are museums best appreciated in groups, or in solitude? Why do we go to museums anyway, when the experience is invariably marred by crowds of uncouth tourists, and noisy, disinterested children? Why schlep across town and suffer endless queues only to see in person what could just as easily be contemplated in book-form on one’s couch? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;According to the &lt;i&gt;New York Times &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;art critic Michael Kimmelman, we endure these indignities in the name of self-improvement. Unfortunately, as &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/03/arts/design/03abroad.html"&gt;he laments in a recent article,&lt;/a&gt; this noble goal is belied by the swift and desultory comportment of most museum-goers. It’s “self-improvement on the fly,” he says, noting that most of the tourists he observed in the Lourve spent less than one minute glancing at any given piece, the kind of drive-by art appreciation that Godard parodied so indelibly in &lt;i&gt;Bande a parte. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIkcv_UPoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5Q1_YkBD6-o/s1600-h/bandofoutsiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893782116023938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIkcv_UPoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5Q1_YkBD6-o/s320/bandofoutsiders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Mr. Kimmelman draws attention to another phenomenon that has often puzzled me, not only at museums but in tourism in general: the compulsive photo-taking of iconic vistas or objects. Rare is the tourist who plants himself in front of the &lt;i&gt;Mona Lisa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;and just &lt;i&gt;looks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;Rather, the common practice these days is to avert one’s gaze entirely and focus instead on the miniature pixilated screen of one’s camera or phone, preserving for posterity what has already been preserved &lt;i&gt;ad infinitum.&lt;/i&gt; I’ll leave it to you to parse the irony of going to the trouble to see in person one of the greatest works of Western art only to spend most of one’s time viewing it through a screen. What’s even stranger to me is the desire to take a picture at all. Photographing something as iconic and ubiquitous as the &lt;i&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt; or the Empire State Building is so pointless that I have to feel that something else is going on. Why add to the already overabundant store of such images if there isn't a deeper, more latent motive than memory-making? In fact, I think it’s something more sad and sinister – something approaching shame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;The reason we reach for the camera when confronted with something as monumental as the &lt;i&gt;Mona Lisa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;or the Empire State Building is because they intimidate us. Specifically, their monumentality compels us to a commenusurate response of which we are incapable. We’ve journeyed some distance at some expense to see something up close that we’ve been conditioned to think of as transcendent. When we arrive, the feeling eludes us. Inwardly embarrassed or confused, we don’t know what to do. So we snap a useless photograph. Why? Well, it’s better than just standing there, doing nothing. The trouble is, we’ve forgotten that nothing is required of us by such works but to stop and look. Stare dumbly, even. The only way to feel anything genuine is to relieve ourselves of the pressure to feel anything at all. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;This is why I think it’s sometimes perilous to attend museums in the company of friends. Participatory exhibits – like many on display at the American Museum of Natural History - accommodate social visits, but the viewing of artwork can be difficult to negotiate when one’s attention is divided between concern for the group (“Is everyone having fun?” “Are we bored or captivated?”) and the artwork itself. Couples or close friends can do it if they’ve reached the point where they can be alone in each other’s company. But groups are more fraught. Better to take one’s time in solitude (or in a pair), or catch the next planetarium movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 120%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;My father visited me in Seville once when I was sick. We only had a couple of nights together, and on the last night, I gave him a cursory tour of the town. It was cold and rainy, and we only had a moment to step into the city's famous cathedral, the largest Gothic cathedral in the world. When we stepped inside, we were both momentarily stunned at the sheer immensity of it, the solemnity of those massive vaults, its dark, magnificient size. We’d spent the better part of the week in a hospital negotiating my release, but at this moment we were fully equipped for a genuine appreciation of a 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;-century church. We met the only necessary qualification: awareness. Neither of us took a picture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-4691168246242680513?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4691168246242680513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/4691168246242680513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/4691168246242680513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-we-talk-about-when-we-talk-about.html' title='What We Talk About When We Talk About Art'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/SoIlk0Nrl4I/AAAAAAAAABA/hLa-e8qazMs/s72-c/Mona-Lisa-at-the-Louvre-i-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-3129412520952166962</id><published>2009-07-28T02:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:11:53.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hype-Con Wrap-Up:  Evan's Painfully Accurate Thoughts on All Things Comic-Con 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, it's Comic-Con again, and you know what that means--over half of you don't know what that means at all.  Comic-Con is a gathering on all things sci-fi, comic-book, horror, anime, etc.  I.e., if you thought that you wasted all your money on the Chewbacca costume you wore to your wedding, just to have it annulled days later, well you can wear it to this.  Of course, just that you know who Chewbacca is means that you probably know what Comic-Con is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/images/bostondirtdogs//Headline_Archives/bdd_Chewbacca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chewbacca Pitching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://theresident.net/seyretfiles/localvideos/Alternate_Views/_thumbs/comic_con_crowd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comic-Con exisiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it even easier, the con in "Comic-Con" stands for "convention," meaning that there are a bunch of booths where people sell things and hype their crap.  Because that's what 98% of it is: crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only good thing about Comic-Con is that there are scantilly clad women who dress up as video-game and comic-book characters and make nerds think that they actually have a chance.  However, the nerds forget that guys who have an ability to speak to a women talk to these girls too, and don't discount them because they know who Lando Calrissian is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://channelguidemag.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/generalhsptlnight3.jpg" alt="generalhsptlnight3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lando Calrissian, aka Billy Dee Williams.  Who played whom, I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know what you're saying:  "I stopped looking at www.spankwire.com to read about something I already know?"  No, you didn't, because I am offering a new spin on Comic-Con, one of intense skepticism and distrust, which has been missing from nearly all the Comic-Cons.  Let's go through the new news and see why it's stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you didn't already, another movie is being remade.  This time, it's Alice in Wonderland, which has already been remade &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice's_Adventures_in_Wonderland"&gt;21 times&lt;/a&gt;.  That's great, because 22 is such a nicer number than 21.  Also it's lucky, in that, Tim Burton is lucky that the public can stomach another remake.  I, for one, can't.  Now I didn't see the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory remake.  The reason?  It was supposed to be terrible.   As are about half of Tim Burton's other films.  Have you ever seen Planet of the Apes?  No!  Not the one with Charleton Heston.  The one with Marky Mark.  The bad one.  Well, of course you hadn't, because if you had, your eyeballs would have melted out of your skull and you would be blind, and probably dead considering it would be impossible to live with that movie in your head.  I, for one, watched the movie through a dirty mirror and was inebriated on absinthe.  It was the only way I survived.  Thus, instead of the huge excitement for how awesome Alice is going to be, take a look at all the other Alice films, and tell me how most of them did.  Oh wait, I'll tell you. The reason you didn't know there were 22 Alice films is because the vast majority of them suck.  Burton has statistics and his own unfortunate past against him, so we must approach this project assuming it will be terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star Wars: In Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star Wars is back!  And this time, it has a full orchestra!...?  That's right folks.  That was the big news from the Star Wars crew.  There's going to be a concert series of an orchestra playing John Williams's awesome music for these awesome movies, with some awesome clips playing in the background.  That's why it's so tragic that I won't see it in a million years.  You see, I own all the Star Wars music on my iPod, so I can listen to it without having to show my face in front of a thousand other people who are just as socially retarded as I am.  Also, this music has existed for only a BILLION YEARS!  So what's the big deal?  I'll tell you the big deal: it is no big deal.  Star Wars: In Concert.  Who cares?  Also they talked about the Star Wars Celebration V, because it's the thirtieth anniversary of The Empire Strikes Back.  Great!  I've already seen it forty times!  Let me hang out with some losers!  There was no news about the Star Wars TV show, which will almost definitely be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_feces"&gt;terrible&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for all you who do not know, Captain America is a terrible superhero.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.80stees.com/images/products/Marvel_Captain_America-Plush_Doll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain America, As a Doll and As He Exists in My Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His power is bascially that he's a soldier on steroids, and even though he was first inspired by the Tuskeegee Airmen, he is portrayed by an Ubermensch Aryan white guy.  Also, his main weapon is a shield.  How lame is that?  It's so lame, I say, that Marvel finally killed the guy in 2005.  How?  They had some dude shoot him in the head.  Great.  I praise the comic-book industry for killing a popular hero and not bringing him back.  That takes courage.  But wait!  They're bringing him back!  Turns out, the bullet that hit Cap'n Murka, according to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_America"&gt;Wikipedia page&lt;/a&gt; (where I do all my research) "transported him to a fixed position in space and time."  Jesus Christ, Marvel.  That's even far-fetched for a comic book.  Just let someone die for once and maybe make up some new heroes.  Oh, and if any of you reading this are fans of Captain America, then you are obviously &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chromosomal_disorder"&gt;missing a couple chromosomes, or have some extra chromosomes&lt;/a&gt;, because he's a stupid hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight Movie News!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding.  Who cares?  Let's face it; without even having read Twilight, I know that it sucks and can't hold a candle to Harry Potter. That's how bad it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Futurama!&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't noticedthe redirection to my blood flow, Futurama is officially coming back in the form of 26 new episodes.  Hooray, perhaps God does exist.  As we all know, Futurama is as close to a perfect comedy show as one can get, and if you don't agree with me, then you probably like Captain America.  However, the voice actors for the show haven't signed onto the new contract!  Apparently $75,000 an episode isn't enough for them!  However, it is true, they deserve more, and Fox shouldn't be so stupid as to not sign them.  I think they can afford it.  So, if you want Futurama back with the actual actors, and do not want a terrible show that will be an insult to all that is beautiful and just, sign this &lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/futuramarecast/"&gt;petition &lt;/a&gt;and cross your fingers and whatever other apendages you feel like.  This is why I hate and need money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avatar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, a James Cameron film of a idea that he couldn't make fly fourteen years ago.  That means that the technology wasn't good enough to film it then?  No, of course not.  It means that it probably sucked.  Well, even though Avatar sounds like an orgy of sci-fi cliches and standards, there is a chance that it will be good, because James Cameron did do &lt;i&gt;Aliens&lt;/i&gt;, one of the most entertaining films in history, &lt;i&gt;The Abyss&lt;/i&gt;, where you can see Sigourney Weaver's breasts, &lt;i&gt;Termies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;II&lt;/i&gt;, and the fantastic &lt;i&gt;True &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lies&lt;/i&gt;.  He also did &lt;i&gt;Titanic&lt;/i&gt;, which was only okay, but people seemed to like it.  I liked the part where Leo died, because then I knew I was going to be able to leave the theater soon.  As an added note, apparently James Cameron is a well known &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Cameron"&gt;jerk&lt;/a&gt;, at least according to Orson Scott Card, who wrote &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ender's_Game"&gt;Ender's Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and thus has a valid opinion.   Anyway, they showed like 25 minutes of footage at Comic-Con, but I can't find anybody who saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Iron Man 2 Armor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! It looks exactly the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angels with machine guns. Many people say "awesome!" I say "retarded!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, on a serious note, I've been working on this blog entry for a few days now, because I just didn't have the heart to keep writing it and keep doing the research. Yes, Comic-Con can be fun, but it's just overwhelming. I mean, who cares about all these new movies and such when most of them are going to suck? That's my whole point. Every Comic-Con, everyone seems to think that everything is going to be awesome now; every movie, TV show, and comic boook is going to be good; and life in general will be meaningful and worth living. Well, sorry folks, that's just not the case. It's all just a big sack of hype and I, for one, am not buying it. Except for District 9. That movie's going to kick ass. Anyway, I have petered out writing this entry, so I hope this is good enough. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.screenrant.com/"&gt;www.screenrant.com&lt;/a&gt;, which my friend Kofi blogs on, for supplying a lot of info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-3129412520952166962?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3129412520952166962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/hype-con-wrap-up-evans-painfully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/3129412520952166962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/3129412520952166962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/hype-con-wrap-up-evans-painfully.html' title='Hype-Con Wrap-Up:  Evan&apos;s Painfully Accurate Thoughts on All Things Comic-Con 2009'/><author><name>Filthy McNasty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-1054753720887594980</id><published>2009-07-16T22:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:21:01.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryugyong Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyongyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Jong-Il'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arirang Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Il-Sung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calcium deposits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mass Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google Maps'/><title type='text'>North Korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 170%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;While my co-blogger Evan seems to have popular culture covered, I figured I would turn to a topic that is near and dear to the hearts of millions of our readers: East Asian diplomacy. We’ll start with the strangest, most magical place on earth: North Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What’s the deal with North Korea? Well, for one thing it’s ruled by a crypto-Stalinist patriarch who’s been dead for 15 years. (More on that later.) For another, it’s the only country whose Google Map display is an absolute blank. No roads, no cities, no rivers. Nothing. Just a gray, misshapen lump. One could say that its unknowability gives the country cachet, like a movie star who rarely grants interviews, or a chic restaurant that doesn’t take reservations. More likely, its blankness is a measure of the state’s brutal isolation. A recent satellite photograph revealed by the US Department of Defense showed North and South Korea pictured at night. While the South was dotted with bright urban constellations, North Korea was, as it is on Google Maps, blank. Nothing but darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_gTwal1FI/AAAAAAAAAAg/z_HVzHWq-IA/s1600-h/KoreaByNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359248711612748882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_gTwal1FI/AAAAAAAAAAg/z_HVzHWq-IA/s320/KoreaByNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What’s it like to live in a place like this? It’s hard to tell, partly because the country grants entry to very few visitors (and even fewer journalists). It was a big deal, for instance, when the New York Philharmonic arrived last year to play Gershwin’s “An American in Paris” and Dvorak’s New World Symphony. This constituted the largest group of Americans to visit the country since the Korean War and it was covered extensively by the DPRK’s (the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea) one television station. (Reportedly, North Korean officials had also extended an invitation to Eric Clapton, who declined to attend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;North Korea’s system of government is essentially totalitarian, but it has its roots in Marxism. The country’s founder Kim Il-Sung (who, despite being dead, is still North Korea’s nominal leader) gave this system its own unique name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Juche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. In Korean, the word means “body,” or “subject,” but in the lexicon of kimilsungism, it’s supposed to signify “self-reliance,” which is what the North Korean state claims to be. Self-reliance in North Korea, however, is largely aspirational, or rather, fantastical. The state can barely feed its own people, and famously suffered widespread famine in the mid-1990s that, even by the country’s own estimates, killed nearly 3 million people. In 2006, UNICEF reported that 7 percent of North Korean children were severely malnourished, and another 37 percent were chronically malnourished. The claim to self-sufficiency is further hindered by the country’s addiction to foreign aid. At first, it was the Soviets, North Korea’s ideological forebears, who funneled rubles to the suffering state. When the USSR dissolved, China stepped in and began supplying upwards of $400 million per year in assistance. There are also rumors that North Korea dabbles in international arms- and drug-dealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It’s a pretty fucked-up place. Here’s another, even more emblematic example. Despite being so deprived that its cities are barely visible from space, North Korea is currently home to one of the world’s tallest buildings, a hotel called the Ryugyong, which began construction in 1987. It’s a strange, 105-floor monstrosity, which has sat windowless and empty, like some abandoned spec project imported from Vegas, for more than 17 years. Construction stalled in 1992 due to lack of funding and electricity shortages and no one in Pyongyang really likes to talk about it, despite the fact that its size makes it painfully apparent from nearly everywhere in the capitol. Recently, the hotel acquired some glass for the first time, but it’s hard to say if this is merely cosmetic tinkering or a real recommencement of construction. In any case, the hotel is surely one of the creepiest things in this creepiest of countries. I would love to see what the inside is like. No fixtures were ever installed, and none of the building’s elevators were put into service. The top eight floors of the hotel are circular and visible for miles, intended to be a series of rotating restaurants. Perched at the pinnacle is an under-worked crane that’s been still since the early 90s. One has to wonder at what the lobby looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_g7mvJonI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k7Xc4Gc1FoU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249396209394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_g7mvJonI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k7Xc4Gc1FoU/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you search for North Korea on Flickr or YouTube, what you’ll find are a few pictures of Pyongyang, which, from a distance, looks convincingly like a city, but up close lacks everything one values in urban life. The streets are empty. There are no vehicles save those owned by the state, and these are frequently retrofitted German lorries filled with skinny, underfed Korean soldiers. There are no stores. No restaurants, newsstands, park benches, phone booths, bars, or anything really that we associate with urban vitality. There aren’t even any traffic lights. Instead, intersections are manned by uniformed attendants (always female) who mechanically wave their arms even if there aren’t any vehicles coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The lack of traffic signals, and their replacement with expendable humanity, is telling. People comprise one of the country’s few useful resources. It’s not that North Korea has a vast, well-educated and able-bodied populace. Rather, it has a pliant, credulous, brainwashed population that routinely sings hymns to its “Dear Leader” and his track-suited, sociopathic son. While Flickr will show you Pyongyang’s empty streets, YouTube provides a glimpse of one of North Korea’s few genuinely impressive spectacles – a real achievement which, unlike the Hotel Ryugyong or Kim Jong-Il’s &lt;a href="http://www.flowbee.com/"&gt;Flowbee&lt;/a&gt; hairdo, is hard to mock. These are the Mass Games, an elaborate display of dancing and gymnastics which opens the annual Arirang Festival in Pyongyang, a celebration of Kim Il-sung’s birthday. The Mass Games are pretty spectacular, to say the least. The event is held in a stadium and there are literally thousands of performers. Some are dancing in the stadium’s field, while others line the stands on one side of the arena. It’s the performers in the stands who provide the event’s signature spectacle: a massive and ever-changing mosaic of pictures created by the highly-coordinated turning of thousands of colored cards. It’s a breathtaking sight. The card-turning, performed with militant precision, creates the illusion, not just of images, but of animation as well. It’s as though the North Korean state, unable to spring for a top-notch, stadium-sized LCD display, decided instead to create its equivalent using the country’s most available and manipulative resource: its people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_hRuNMclI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qvtvSBkQo5g/s1600-h/North_korea_mass_games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249776171577938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_hRuNMclI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qvtvSBkQo5g/s320/North_korea_mass_games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And therein lies the problem. While the Mass Games are genuinely impressive, they are distinctly joyless. To begin with, the sheer number of performers makes it impossible for any one person to stand out. Furthermore, the nature of the performance itself is meant to emphasize uniformity, to the extent that, in the case of the card-turners, you’re supposed to forget that there are even people there. The dancers all dance together, each row of limbs and heads articulating the exact same movements, while behind them swirl the imagery of a benign and loving God: flowers, birds, rivers, mountains, lakes, and then the face of the deity himself: the Dear Leader’s smiling puss, framed by a bed of roses. The face, even in illustration, is turned at the slightly left-facing angle he favored. This angle was used by all of Kim Il-song’s photographers; it was intended to hide a large growth on the back of his neck – a calcium deposit, which was probably the result of childhood malnutrition. Like the beautiful mosaic of the Dear Leader’s face, brought to life by the compulsory toil of his subjects, even North Korea’s pretty side, when shown to best advantage, covers something nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-1054753720887594980?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1054753720887594980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/north-korea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/1054753720887594980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/1054753720887594980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/north-korea.html' title='North Korea'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqBM4GB_42w/Sl_gTwal1FI/AAAAAAAAAAg/z_HVzHWq-IA/s72-c/KoreaByNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-1372399535498172062</id><published>2009-07-15T02:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:27:01.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Renner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolphin penis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolphin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Geraghty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony Mackie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hurt Locker Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genital slit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOD'/><title type='text'>Evan's Dolphin Reviews The Hurt Locker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note from Evan:  I love movies, always have, always will, unless movies turn into some weird ritual where you have to drink battery acid while miniature horses kick you with their back legs.  Then I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love movies.  But, I haven't seen every movie there is, and I am not so keen on knowing all the different directors (although I know many) or knowing what the best boy grip is (as far as I'm concerned, that was one of Michael Jackson's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-mortem activities).  My dad has taught me some things about movies (he used to teach a couple courses where he would detail the history of film).  So, even though I often talk about movies a lot to my friends, I feel that for this blog, it is best that I let this dolphin I know write the reviews, because you had might as well listen to him if you were planning on listening to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtqoEuxexKA/SvJh4uAaF8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u1bmHhJwVYA/s400/dolphin.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400486530220955586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  That's me! Gimme a fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan's Dolphin Movie Review #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings from the seas!  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeh&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, I realize it's a girl's name, so you can blame my parents for that.  But you can't &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;blame them.  As a dolphin, my penis stays inside my genital slit, so we &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;look like girls.  I gotta tell you, last Saturday, I thought I was getting with the hottest babe, and one thing led to another, and let's just say that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; thought &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was getting with a hot babe too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4574306/58982_Full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My penis is in there somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am going to talk about the new movie, The Hurt Locker.  From the human Director Kathryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bigelow&lt;/span&gt;, who directed such human movies as Point Break and Strange Days, comes a movie about a group of human boom-stick carriers who are off in a far away land that seemed to have no water at all!  Already, I was interested in this hellish landscape.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boom-stick carriers, or U.S. Military Soldiers, as Evan angrily corrected me, are an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EOD&lt;/span&gt; Unit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EOD&lt;/span&gt; stands for Explosive Ordinance Disposal, and for you dolphins out there, it means they are bomb diffusers.  So, already we are not just in a war movie, we are in a movie that highlights the most dangerous parts of a war.  After all, when most boom-stick carriers are running away from the bombs, these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EOD&lt;/span&gt; guys are running toward them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the group loses their commanding officer, the two soldiers left, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sanborn&lt;/span&gt; (Anthony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mackie&lt;/span&gt; (a human actor you've never heard of who's been in movies you've never heard of)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Anthony_Mackie%20-%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm a human!  I think I'm better than dolphins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Owen Eldridge (Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Geraghty&lt;/span&gt; (another human actor you've never heard of who's been in more movies you've never heard of)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/s/K/O/marshallprem10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm wearing a tie!  Do tricks for me, dolphin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are given a new commanding officer, William James (Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Renner&lt;/span&gt; (The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Assassination&lt;/span&gt; of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford and a bunch of movies you've never heard of)).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theunusualsblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/tn2_jeremy_renner_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nice trick, dolphin.  I am satisfied.  Here's a fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day of his command, the audience is given ample evidence that he might be a few corals short of a reef.  He thrusts himself into conflict and does not follow normal protocol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This scares the by-the-book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sanborn&lt;/span&gt; and the shell-shocked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Eldrige&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;James's&lt;/span&gt; antics might get them killed, and so the level of tension is raised and remains high.  What follows is the depiction of the last few weeks of the unit's tour as they get into wacky adventures involving disarming bombs, shooting at people, drinking, and doing many other non-dolphin-related activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In terms of human movies, this one is quite good.  Each of the characters is rendered as a complex multi-dimensional human being, and each one is very different from the other.  They clash and get along, fight and bond, and the audience is pulled with them the entire time without a thought of how many minutes are left in the film.  The film is incredibly directed, with much shaky-camera footage but also a lot of beautiful still shots and scenes of action and story mixed well together, each sequence almost exploding like a bomb itself, especially one of the best sniper sequences this dolphin has ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt;t his cold black eyes upon.  It is a penetrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; study of what it means to be a soldier in this war, a soldier in itself, and even a human being.  I don't want to spoil anything, but I will say this: there were absolutely no dolphins in the film.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my human rating system, I give this movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 out of 4 unexploded bombs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my dolphin rating system, because of its horrific lack of water or dolphins, I give this movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 out of 4 herring.  It is perhaps one of the worst movies for dolphins ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back the next time my human master, Evan, tells me to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-1372399535498172062?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1372399535498172062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/evans-dolphins-reviews-hurt-locker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-3158115085164697050</id><published>2009-07-10T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:52:07.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Evan Reviews Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point</title><content type='html'>Evidence that Evan reads books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66850b5b3bf261f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3158115085164697050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/evan-reviews-malcolm-gladwells-tipping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/3158115085164697050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/3158115085164697050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/evan-reviews-malcolm-gladwells-tipping.html' title='Evan Reviews Malcolm Gladwell&apos;s The Tipping Point'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-8860935432909983290</id><published>2009-07-10T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:30:06.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plays'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Our Blog</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the follwing text message conversation with Evan:&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Hi Evan!&lt;br /&gt;Evan: Okay. I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I can't focus on anything today.&lt;br /&gt;Evan: Send me an e-mail and I will give you advice!&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Let's start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Evan: about harry potter?&lt;br /&gt;Keith: No, about other things, like writing, comedy, life, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Evan: Okay, if you are serious.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Evan: I think it's a great idea. Let's do it. Call the blog evan and keith bring you whatever the hell they want [NB: I didn't think Evan was serious about this.] We should do movie and play reviews also.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: You've never been to a play in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Evan: I was in a midsummer night's dream in sixth grade. I was atrocious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-8860935432909983290?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8860935432909983290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-our-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/8860935432909983290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/8860935432909983290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-our-blog.html' title='Welcome to Our Blog'/><author><name>Keith Lubeley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221162728920782348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.keithsmiscellany.com/uploaded_images/Shot-723230.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184817015718757819.post-5578563613381195786</id><published>2009-07-10T10:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:42:56.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the last boy scout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers 2: revenge of the fallen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruckheimer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transexualformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael  bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compose vs. comprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die hard'/><title type='text'>Grammformers</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody and welcome to Keith and Evan's blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's blog entry is about grammar and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; 2: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Transexualformers&lt;/span&gt; 2: Revenge of the Post-Ops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so let me start off by saying I HAVEN'T SEEN &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/i&gt;! Let's get that out of the way. However, that is of little import. What is of great import (but not export) is what the people who have seen it have said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ones who don't like it say this: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/i&gt; was worse than a visit to a dentist with Parkinson's. Sure, there was a lot of action, but I didn't know what the hell was going on, I didn't know who was who, the characters were flat, and the story was stupid." Fine. Seems like it should be exactly like the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;, a chaotic blend of lousy dialogue and metal banging against metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who do like it say this: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/i&gt; was not nearly as bad as a visit to a dentist with Parkinson's. The action was great, and when people say they don't like a movie such as this, they are forgetting who the audience is and what the movie is trying to do, i.e., entertain. I didn't go to the theater to see a lot of dialogue or a great plot; I came to the theater to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime kick ass and shoot missiles out of his palms!" If you think this, you are a lunatic. Why? I'll explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Michael Bay is very similar to King Midas. The only difference is whereas whatever King Midas touched turned to gold, whatever Michael Bay touches turns into a crappy movie. Again, see: the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;. Bay is a student of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bruckheimer&lt;/span&gt; school, and with one and a half exceptions (one being &lt;i&gt;The Rock&lt;/i&gt;, a half being &lt;i&gt;Crimson Tide&lt;/i&gt; plus &lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/i&gt;), every movie that Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bruckheimer&lt;/span&gt; has produced is utter filth. Both men are viruses. If Don Simpson were alive today, he'd be... well, actually he'd be clawing at the inside of his coffin. Also, he was totally complicit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bruckheimer's&lt;/span&gt; style, so I don't even know why I brought him up. Anyway, to conclude this paragraph, Michael Bay is an awful man who &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; makes bad movies. He does not know how to direct, and I don't know how he got as far as he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second of all, a great action movie filled with explosions and special effects doesn't have to have bad dialogue or a bad plot! For instance, see &lt;i&gt;The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;Die Hard, &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;The Last Boyscout,&lt;/i&gt; or the new movie, &lt;i&gt;Star Trek, &lt;/i&gt;or, &lt;i&gt;Saving Private Ryan, &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;You Get My Point: The Movie.&lt;/i&gt; You see, in order to make an action movie work, it &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; have good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dialogoue&lt;/span&gt; and a good plot. Otherwise, it is just a jumbled mass of action scenes. And you know what that is? Boring! It's just boring. Good plot and good dialogue are the glue that hold the action scenes together. So, when people argue that the reviewers didn't understand the audience, that is not true. The reviewers completely understand that this is an action movie, and, even when they hold it up to other action movies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; 2 still sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I actually see this movie, I will put a review on the blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;II. Comprise vs. compose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this is subject to debate, but here we go. In my opinion, the difference between the words "compose" and "comprise" is thus. (And even I screw this up sometimes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Compose &lt;/i&gt;means "to make up," as in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Several hundred douche-bags &lt;b&gt;compose &lt;/b&gt;a dance club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For compose, when you switch the subject and the object, you just add an "is" and an "of," thus making it a passive verb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1a. A dance club &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; composed of&lt;/b&gt; several hundred fraternity-brother, girl-attracting, vapid douche-bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Comprise &lt;/i&gt;means "is made up of," as in, a dance club &lt;b&gt;comprises &lt;/b&gt;several hundred hair-gelled muscular douche-bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, you cannot make "comprise" passive! That would sound silly. For instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2a. A dance club is comprised of a bunch of jerky, wife-beater wearing, tailgate-party attending, homophobic douche-bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's wrong. Why? Because the definition of comprise already has the word "of." So, to say "is comprised of" is the same as saying "is is made up of of."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big thing comprises little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little things compose a big thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thing is composed of little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comprise = is composed of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compose &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px;font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;≠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;is comprised of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE: Apparently these two words have been confused since the 1800s, so don't sweat it. However, I reject the fact that modern usage makes things okay. That was true back when we were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clovis&lt;/span&gt; people, wandering the earth in search of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mastodon&lt;/span&gt;, but now we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dictionaries&lt;/span&gt;. If we just let everything slide, I would be able to say "ain't." But I can't say that. Look, I'll try to say it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Uhnn&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ernnn&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!!! I can't! See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184817015718757819-5578563613381195786?l=keithandevansblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5578563613381195786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/grammformers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/5578563613381195786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184817015718757819/posts/default/5578563613381195786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandevansblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/grammformers.html' title='Grammformers'/><author><name>Filthy McNasty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
