Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Rise in alternative sports

The '90s saw extreme sports. The '00s are seeing hipster sports.

Hoosierweight Boxing was a cool little St. Louis thing that was nothing to snarf at. My friend Apillow Creed just competed in a Pillow Fight competition in Brooklyn. Another friend was injured in an arm wrestling competition a few years back. Beach Tennis, anyone? There are several professional Rock-Paper-Scissors organizations poping up. Soap Box races are seeing a comeback through NASCAR, and even a reinvention with the annual race across the Brooklyn Bridge that leaves many bruised and wasted. And who could forget, dodgeball and kickball are taking over intramurals.

Will the '10s see a return to soccer and more mainstream sports?

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

When did bob saget get cool?

He wowed me with his 2006 film. This is brilliant, totally immature and fun. Check out the preview.

And according to his website's theme song, Bob's the "illest muthaf*cker in a cardigan sweater." How did this happened to the Full House guy? And will Martha Stewart and Tony Blair follow suit?

Friday, January 19, 2007

Architecture for Humanity

The organization promotes architectural and design solutions to global, social, and humanitarian crises. They celebrate the power of good design. They recently asked the world to design a new logo for them. Humbling experience or cheap labor, I'm not sure. But it worked. Some info on the ongoing logo competition recently.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

sketchup

Google recently released an improved 3D CAD software. Is there anything these guys can't do? It's free for playing around, and you can upgrade to a professional version or share your designs with the world.

When I think about all the hours wasted in video games, Sim City and Sim Tower ate up as much of my time as Zelda. They felt like living games and I was the emperor. Well, Google wants you to play Sim Campus, a promo to build buzz and trial of SketchUp, and build up their 3D database. Very smart.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Artist of the Month

I feel so much cooler for knowing about this.

Of course I am not any cooler. I actually am more of a lame-o hype builder for bringing this up, but I love my silver ring from French streetartist and metalsmith Hoon.

The double-knuckle ring is so in right now ... says me. In the US, you can find his jewels at Reed Space on Orchard or Atmos in Harlem.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

lessons learned from my gimpy phase

On July 29, 2006, I was horribly injured skateboarding in Seal Beach at 1:30am. Now I don’t want to pass blame, but I’m pretty sure it was my damn flat feet that delayed the union and kept me on crutches for 5 months. As I go through physical therapy now, I would like to share some things I learned by being disabled.

Everyone feels guilty when they see a disabled person. Smiles turn to grimaces, people start to say “I’m sorry,” and a crippled can never get used to women holding doors open for him. But to reject any of these jesters of help would cause discomfort in those around. It’s a tough situation.

Most attempts at being helpful in this world, from attempted extermination of rats in Hawaii with the mongoose or the liberation of the Iraqis with a destabalized government, has a potential of harm to it. Like I said above, everyone wants to be helpful. Most often these people tend to get in the way or cause more discomfort than assistance. You have to learn to laugh at it and not let it make you bitter.

Vicodin can knock you out solid for 6 hours, but give you some great dreams in the days afterwards. Some painkillers can cause loss of bladder-stopping power. I think it’s called incontinence, but that’s such an old-person’s word.

It’s illegal to drive with the left foot on the gas pedal.

No body can really know the pain or the frustrations, but a lot of people can empathize with the challenge of using restrooms.

Smoking is harmful to bone regeneration.

The best crutches in the world are by Keen Mobility. I’ve felt so free and functional when using them. They are even great on the beach as long as you don’t get sand in the shaft. I never thought of myself as disabled when I had them, and parting with them for the cane gave me a slight case of Stockholm Syndrome.

Savoring hardships is the best way to grow.

No one really cares about crowding handicapped ramps. Able-bodied people actually prefer them to stairs, in spite of a line of cripples waiting to use them.

HMOs suck. They really value processes over patient health and cost reductions. It’s really bad business; I don’t get it.

My physical therapist knows too much about the artist formerly and recently known as Prince.

Crutches are an amazing workout. Abs, arms, and the working leg. Great cardio, too.

It’s very easy for crippled people to be mistaken for criminals when grocery shopping.

Being on crutches gets you all kinds of cred. Homeless people see you and say, “oh man, that sucks.” Girls (in my dreams) want to nurse me back to health. Strangers want to share war stories. It’s a social lubricant.

Canes are a social repellent. People see those on canes as weak for the long haul.

The weakest I’ve felt has been in PT, when very normal things such as walking on my toes seem unimaginable.

It’s very easy when you are in pain 24/7 to not realize how curt you are with people.

Handicapped parking is everything they say it is. Same with early boarding on air planes.

The guys who cart you around airports in buggies or wheel chairs can be slower than you on crutches.

People will tend to send you emails about famous people with similar injuries. In my case it was con artist Heather Mills and dance guru Bill Shannon and "hard core sitter" Aaron Fotheringham.

It’s a lot of fun to tell fellow injured people that their lives would be easier if they just amputated.

Saturday, January 6, 2007

Stiff

I'm reading Mary Roach's book, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. A few fun facts:

Our flatulence comes from bacterial waste products in our digestive tract. The dead can fart.

People prefer to say beef to cow, pork to pig. We have a hard time with dead animals and people.

Proctology made surgery a credible field. It was once a field of trial and error, black magic. Then in 1687, a French king had an anal fistula. The rest is history.

Dogs can be trained to find a dead body dumped in a lake from decomposition gasses leaking to the surface.

Anatomy students are given cadavers with their heads and hands wrapped. Those are the most emotionally charged body parts.

Embalming fluids make the penis bigger. Without the fluid, bacteria will bloat one’s testicals to the size of softballs.

Composting and tissue digestion are the next hot things in funeral services.

Behind UT Knoxville, there’s an open space where forensic researchers watch bodies decomposing in a wide variety of ways.

Necrophilia is illegal in only 16 states.

The Taliban forbids human body dissection, so students sometimes commit criminal acts to study the body on their own. A lot of the world used to forbid dissection.

Maggots feeding on fat sound like Rice Krispies.

In Sweeden, cremation is very popular due in part to a policy where after 25 years your grave is reopened and dug deeper so that they can bury someone on top of you.

Friday, January 5, 2007

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Monday, January 1, 2007

Martyr Saddam

The whole Saddam case was as botched as the case for war. First his trial took too long and did not seem orderly. Then his future trials are canceled. Then his year-end execution is rushed in like someone trying to beat tax day at the post office.

But I was shocked flying through O’Hare yesterday to see the broadcast and rebroadcast of Saddam’s execution on some grainy hidden camera. Sure he was an awful person, but give him some respect in his final moments instead of rubbing it in. It’s this type of insensitivity that ruins our image outside and captivates/satisfies the mainstream within our borders.

Should we be proud as Americans to execute Saddam? I don’t feel that way.

This following article paints a very human picture of the man post-Iraq. Some parts funny, some sad. I only clicked the link because Google-News told me Gore Vidal wrote it, but I'm not so sure about that now.

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