Olympics/Thoughts on Versions of ‘We Are The Champions’ as Covered by Various Ethnic Groups Within Russia

Been watching a lot of Olympics lately. Had my TV fixed/a new antenna installed on the roof just so I could watch them. I think the Olympics are seen as the friendliest way of competition between the nations of the world without ‘shooting things at each other’ or ‘blowing stuff up’. Generally, it seems like everyone kinda stops worrying about problems between nations to root for their father/mother/transgendered-caretakerland. Products of this international competitive pride are the various ‘ethnic performances’ we as viewers get to see during the Olympics. In addition to this, a lot of them seem to use the epic WIN anthem ‘We Are the Champions’ by the oh so classic rock group ‘Queen’.

There are no fewer than six of these videos from the last two olympees from Russia, and each one is performed by and reflects a culture/language within Russia other than Russian. I figured this space would be a good one upon which to ‘review’ each one and ‘discuss my feelings with the blogosphere/twitterverse’. Also saw this as a way to expose all you ignorant jerks to other cultures and to ‘open your eyes’ to new ethnic styles to integrate into future buzzbands you might create. Who knows?

Before listening, I suggest you listen to the original version as a ‘control’. Trying to keep things scientific here.

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Background: This first video is from the republic of Karelia, a section of Russia that’s really far north and west. For all of you in Seattle, imagine St. Petersburg as Seattle, and then Karelia being that part between Seattle and Canada you probably don’t really care about. But then imagine you did care about it, that’s kinda like Karelia to Russia. Actually, Karelia caused a lot of trouble in Russian-Finnish history, to the point where Finland and Russia secretly had their own war while everyone else was fighting WWII. The language spoken in this area (Karelian) is actually a Finno-Ugric language, meaning that it’s a lot more like Finnish than Russian.

Reaction: Seems like this culture really likes dulcimers, or at least has a large cultural stake in them. Looks like their cultural accoutrements include chef’s hats and native American style beading things. These people look ‘more Scandinavian’ than Russian. Also I feel as though they may have made the choice to include enough ‘attractive Karelian babes’ to show that there are hot babes even above the artic circle. Also seems that these people are super happy even though they live in a place where control has changed a whole bunch of times in the last century. Wonder if the color maroon has any cultural significance.

Background: This one is by the Mordovins, a group that lives kinda near the center of the European section of Russia. They speak a language that is Finno-Volgaic, which means they are Uralic (like Ural mountains, the ones that separate Europe from Asia). People think these languages came from there, but they’re not sure. Due to the proximity to central Asia, there has also been a strong Turkic influence on their culture.

Reaction: I feel like this version of the song sounds more exotic cause of the reeded flute things. Feel like this version has more of a beat, almost makes me also kinda want to dance all snakey like [via women in video]. Feel like the hats that the women are wearing are really big. I also feel like these women are supposed to come off as sexy, I think they do an okay job. The costumes are neat, like the beadwork.

Seems like to be a man in this culture you have to be ‘kinda chubby with a wispy mullet type haircut and beard’. Feel like this video was probably prerecorded due to the stark instruments in recording to instruments present in video ratio. I feel that if Chuck Norris were to be a member of any Russian ethnic culture, this would be the one he’d pick [via style choices].

Also don’t understand how a melodica is an ‘ethnic Mordovin instrument’, seems like instruments don’t fit in these videos unless they’re made of wood/real animal skins (on drums). Feel like it takes away from the authenticity. If I were a Olympic culture judge I would deduct 2-6 points from this team’s score for lack of authenticity/misrepresentation of ethnic instrumentation.

Background: The Bashkirs are from the region in Russia known as Bashkortostan, which is in the southeast section of the European part of Russia. They are also a Turkic people. Their language is closely related to that of the Tatars (we’ll get to them later.) They also traditionally are into beekeeping.

Reaction: This is the video that to me seems the most like a ‘power metal ballad’. The singers/bandmembers are standing on what appears to be a massive important monument, gesting to the vast beyond that they, indeed, are the champions. This band reminds me of other great powermetal greats like Manowar. I feel as though this groups personal interpretation of the lyrics leans in the direction of ‘we are the champions through our great deeds/might/chivalry’ as opposed to other videos where it seems like everyone just wants to say ‘we are all champions’. Feel like these guys are trying to prove how awesome they are through ‘dad oriented’ metal (read: Chickenfoot)/modern instrumentation.

The contrast of the ethnic shiny costumes (seem to like vests) and the modern equip (KORG triton, fendy strat) seems to remind the viewer how we need to look to/remember the past, while still embracing the future. Think that this could be the culture to set down its oral tradition on iPads/cloud computing.

I do feel like the one guy with bad teeth/non electric instrument sticks out/sorta looks outdated. Proud of him, though, for truly sticking to his roots.


Background: These are the Tatars, they have a sauce named after them (albeit spelled the bastardized French way Tartar) and they are also from a similar region as the last two groups I’ve discussed. They are also a Turkic people and also have their own language. These guys were originally nomadic, and originally from farther east, but they got all snapped up by Ghengis Khan and moved west as members of his army.

Reaction: OMG. I AM MOVED. It seems as though these guys had significantly higher production costs than the other videos thus far [via so many camera angles/focus tricks/movement etc]. This group is also huge, like a Russian ethnic version of the Polyphonic Spree/Broken Social Scene. Everyone looks so inspired, I find myself completely convinced that we are indeed the champions. Everybody is singing and beautiful and happy. The harmonies all rise together and the mix gets ‘really big’. Really nail the ‘key change’. Showed this to a friend, she commented it filled her with an ‘inexplicable joy’. I have to agree. Feel like this is maybe the ‘glo-fi/chillwave’ version of these songs (chill beat). Could even be the end to a ‘big broadyway show’.

Even the ‘Rain stick gal’ looks really into her job.

The costumes look ‘really real’. I like the matching fur hats (bros) and the weird hair shiny tie things/minihats (grrlz). Seems like they also picked the most talented/hottest ethnic babes/bros for this one. I feel as though they went through significant pains to give a really authentic experience. Real folky looking instruments everywhere (minus u tambo, ur made of blue plastic.)

Even the electric bass has an authentic Russian folk instrument shape.

Think the Mouth/Jew Harp is a nice touch, love how she plays it with ‘real culture style and poise’ instead of just ‘flicking it when she needs to’.


Background: These guys are what we call ‘Altaic’, meaning that they come from the region referred to as Altai. This region is basically on the border (well, actually is) with Mongolia, and therefore the people have a very central Asian culture. Even just like the more famous Tuvans next door, The Altaic tribes also have a form of throat singing.

Reaction: Feel like this is the saddest version thus far, seems to me like I’m hearing ‘the cry of a people’. Like their culture is dying and they are the champions of it in that they are surviving and spreading its style via youtube videos. Maybe ‘survivor’ by destiny’s child would have made a better choice (but would have removed it from the running for this post.

Feel like the keyboard is drowning out the ‘real Altaic instruments’. Feel that all the dudes ‘throat singing’ are drowning out the main singer woman. Maybe they are trying to communicate a ‘drowning out’ of Russian ethnic culture (sad style + modern instrument drowning out others + throat singers drowning out main singer + river that can literally ‘drown people’/things). Feel like maybe this version actually communicates more meaning than the others. Does the mouth harp in this one ‘feel sadder’?

Not sure if I like the pre-chorus, seems like everyone is just ‘making noise at the same time’. Does this guy get a different, furrier hat because he’s the leader? The roles here seem really blurred.


Background: This last video is the Yakuts, who live in one of the coldest places on earth. In fact, the capital of their region, Yakutsk, is actually ‘the coldest city on earth’. Also of Turkic origin, these people are known throughout Russia for their reindeer herding, and no, I’m not lying.

Reaction: WHOA Ice palace, feel like they’re really trying to hammer the ‘we live in a really cold place point home’. Feel like mouth harps must be some sort of trend in Turkic culture/music cause this one also begins with one. But her style is different, adding some ‘mouth effects’ to it. This coupled with the dripping water sounds after gives a feel of ‘frozen nature’ or like ‘frozen things coming to life’.

Think it’s interesting how they decide to divide the verses. The first verse is very soft and caressing, and the singer actually caresses the ice as she sings (sorta weird). Then the second verse is taken by the man who ‘adds some grit n pain’ to the song while sitting all alone in his ice palace. It’s like she’s the yin to his yang, the ‘solace’ to his ‘pain’. But then he seems to ‘break through’ and find strength and ‘rise above’ at the end of the verse. Feel like this culture is probably ‘really male dominated’.

An interview with mythical third founder of Rub Paw Press / poet / student Drew Kalbach

Drew Charles Kalbach is a poet and student. I had a class with him my last semester at School, with the teacher I shared with Jackee. This, however, was a different class, one not attended by Jackee. But Jackee and Drew knew each other; she would talk about him to me. When she talked about him to me I didn’t really make the connection that she was talking about the guy who made very prescient / hilarious comments in class. When I moved to Seattle and began talking to Jackee about our digital press, she told me that her friend ‘Drew’ would probably into it. It was then that I contacted Drew for the first time out of class, and read his poems, which made me want to stop writing when I considered that he was like a Sophomore or something and had already published extensively. I think Drew may be the one that told Jackee, “give up if you aren’t published by 23″. Well hell.

Anyway, as y’all might know already the press thing didn’t happen but I did get him to submit some poems as well as a third person bio to RPP, and decided to interview him when he sent me a tweet or something (I don’t remember and sort of tried to find the tweet but couldn’t really so I gave up) saying I should interview him.

Rub Paw Press: So, Drew. Tell me about yourself.

Drew: I don’t know what to say. I go to college and I write poems. I’m eating gummy bears and watching speed skating and there’s a leak in my bedroom wall right now. It’s hard to describe yourself sometimes.

Is it harder to describe yourself right now that it usually is? Does this have anything to do with the leak in your wall? Why is there a leak in your wall?

It’s hard generalizing about myself. It’s never accurate. People can’t accurately describe themselves without outside help. I don’t know; it’s a pain in the ass is all.

As for the leak.

I have no idea why it exists. It’s this little stream of water that runs down my wall and into the floorboards and warps them. So far it hasn’t done any actual damage. Mostly just annoying. But it’s in the shape of an inverted cross, which is unsettling. The landlord had someone shovel our roof so it stopped for the time being.

Oh yeah! Did you get snowed in or anything? Is it chaos in the streets of Philly?

We got about two or three feet I guess. I was amazed though. Nothing shut down. People still wandered the streets, even in the blizzard conditions. It was great. Walking down the middle of a usually-busy street covered in snow and random people with shovels feels post-apocalyptic and great. One guy I found dropped his keys in the snow. He was frantically brushing around for them. I helped him for a minute. We didn’t find them, I felt bad for him. That story seemed so much more interesting at the time.

Sounds really really shitty. Wonder what happened to his keys.

There’s two feet of snow out there. Some cat probably burrowed down and ate them. The cats around here eat anything.

Are there a lot of cats out there? Are you living in North Philly?

Yeah I’m in North Philly. Plenty of strays, they’re all frightening, I want to capture one and name it Beatrice and keep it in our basement but I hate cats and won’t..

Hahah. How does your education equip you for the job?

What job, catching cats?

Sure.

It doesn’t. I don’t learn practical things as an English major. All I learn is that ‘Beatrice’ is a Dante reference which is useless in real life situations unless you’re trying to impress people. Which I am.

Hmm.

I probably shouldn’t shit on being an English major. I’m not, it’s just, I’m very aware of the difficulties of studying literature with regards to assimilating into the workforce. I love Capitalism and can’t wait to be a worker.

What are you planning on doing? This is your last year, right?

No I still have another year. I plan on getting an MFA and hopefully some school will hire me to teach their students how to write the words in correct order, it’s my dream.

Sounds sweet. Brb.

Yeah it would be a sweet gig. Molding young minds into creating their feelings into words through my methods. Ok.

Back. I used to think that I would do that

What happened?

Not sure if I read or write enough. I think of the folks over at HTMLGiant for example and feel outclassed. Also. Not sure if I believe in MFA anymore. Don’t know. It’s a commitment issue.

I understand that. I feel those things too, but I’m pretty set in what I want to do and can’t imagine finding something else. I’m awful at finding jobs so I feel like I would fit in with the academia. HTMLGiant used to be much less intimidating, more irreverent and fun but it changed. Not necessarily a bad change, just a lean toward the more serious I think.

When did that happen?

I don’t know, it was pretty gradual. Started out with just a few contributors then exploded in popularity and here we are. But I’m glad it exists, it’s a really good ‘hub’ for small presses and small press discussion.

Speaking of which. Sort of. What are you working on right now?

A few things. I recently finished a manuscript I’m calling BURLY. BURLY is weird, it’s a weird length, I have no idea what to do with it but it’s done. I wrote maybe 80% of a novella based on a poetry sequence I wrote a few months ago, I haven’t had any desire to work on it lately though, so we’ll see where that goes. Two other poetry manuscripts are coming along. Just constantly churning out the poems, revising, etc.

Would you like to share any?

Sure. I’ll paste some things from BURLY. Also: the last section from BURLY is posted on www.pangurbanparty.com and is called NATIONAL MOVEMENT. Here are three poems from BURLY in the order they appear

PUBERTY AS SELF-EXPRESSION

My hands full of cancer
and you in my cuticles
with a chainsaw.

Kelsey,
I tied myself to your high school’s boiler.

The stench of melted rubber and
acne is lodged in my crotch.

You dig in my gut with a trench-shovel.
You shotgun
my car like a jockey.

The doors we lay on,
the knobs we slob and slave and rot
leave in the morning.

Sometimes you are a bathroom
in a bathroom suit,

sometimes you are the gunk between tiles
wrapped in a towel.

Sometimes you are a pair of undeveloped
voiceboxes and stained sweaters
marinating in a sink of dirty dishes.

WHY HE SHUTS DOORS, WHY HE OPENS

I smell trashcans and barbiturates.

*

The lacy bra locked under
your deskspace
strangles
his legs like a horse.

*

Horus opens doors.

Horus opens Doris

for the rest of us.

*

His sporting teams touch each other
with love letters.

*

I am a mammal standing over an orifice
waiting for water to flush.

*

I want the hallway
open and giggling with echoes

of less dramatic forms of shellfish.

INTERVIEW WITH KELSEY’S DOORMAN

Q: Your feet are tied to a tiger. Do you run?

A: My toes are digging into his fur.

Q: Are you the prince of your own parietal?

A: I have glass in my diaphragm and it is difficult to balance without laughing. In short, I have no lobes to speak of, no curdled grey cheese to rot with.

Q: Do your body parts fit? Can she smell them? Will you get tired of interchangeable legs and dried dirty scalps? Should you?

A: Kelsey watches me breathe sulfur in my shower.

Awesome!

Thanks

What would you describe as your greatest achievement to date?

I really don’t know. My chapbook with dogzplot.com‘s chapbook series was really exciting for me, I was really happy. Barry Graham put that out and he’s great. I was excited to get THEATER on Scantily Clad Press’s site, there’s some good stuff on there. I don’t know. I have a series coming out with www.linelinelineline.com soon that I’m excited about. I’m excited about everything apparently.

That’s very exciting!

Fuck

What?

Nothing; got logged off for a moment I think. What’s the last thing you typed?

I like exclamation marks, I tried to use them in some poems but they felt really weird and wrong and I had to kill them. But Christine Schutt uses them really well in ‘A Day, A Night, Another Day, Summer’.

Ah. I didn’t get that. Yeah. They are very powerful. I think it changes the tone greatly. I feel like there’s like a chortle or giggle at the end of a sentence that’s punctuated with ‘!’

That’s an interesting way of looking at it. Chortle, good word, I don’t know. Exclamation marks always make me think of cheerleaders thrown into the air waving their pom-poms really fast and screaming about football, which can be really powerful if you drop the cheerleader but that seems hard to do.

What is? Dropping the cheerleader?

That was a really unnecessarily complex metaphor. The cheerleader is the cliché aspect of the exclamation mark. The idea is, you want to retain all that waving and shaking and screaming without the cliché. So you need to acknowledge it almost, embrace it, let it hit the ground and go with it. I can’t do that, but some people can.

Is that what you are trying to do?

No I gave up on that, I couldn’t do it. I killed all my exclamation marks. BURLY was full of them for awhile but not anymore.

Oh no!

Exactly, but you need more nudity to really underscore it. Nudity goes well with an exclamation mark.

Nudity in the way that you write?

BURLY has a lot of nudity in it, but I don’t think explicitly. Then again I had to get rid of the exclamation marks so maybe I’m totally wrong and nudity is boring after all.

What is nudity for you? What is it to be nude?

Bodily nudity, lacking in clothing. The literal nudity. But also the way in which people treat nudity is interesting, the way in which people think of nudity. But mostly, I think nudity is just funny.

That’s funny. I did not know you meant nudity literally as in “people without clothing”. Maybe because you were talking about literary nudity. Rather, I thought you were talking about some kind of literary nudity but you were talking about nudity literally. I need to get my head out of my ass. Next question.

It’s ok. This interview will get so many hits just from the mention of nudity in any context. Win win.

NUDE ; TEEN ; SEX ; NUDE

YOUNG TEEN NUDE BOOBS BREASTS

BREASTS SPILLING OUT INTO THE STREET LIKE HAIL ; TEEN ; TITS ; GAY ; STRAIGHT ; MMF

BBW ORAL ORAL ORAL. I think that covers most fetishes?

I think we missed cuckold / CTB / CFNM / ATM / S&M / BDSM / N’SYNC

HENTAI TENTACLE-MONSTER TENTACLES SCHOOL GIRL RAPE

DRUNK PARTY COEDS

My favorite. I ACCIDENTALLY saw one of those co-ed party porn videos, where the girl has sex with the guy in a big crowd of drunk college kids, and I always wondered what that crowd was thinking. I mean literally, the thoughts in their head. ‘Man this is hot.’ ‘I wish I had a camera.’ ‘I wonder what time it is.’ ‘She looks like my sister, this rules.’

That is a good question. Here is another: How do you handle criticism?

I welcome it, I need it. Criticism helps me a lot. I mean, I know what I aim for in any given poem but the way in which others view any given poem is radically different from the way I view it. So to get a feel for how something comes across, I need criticism. I don’t have many ‘readers’ for my work before I finish it, though I wish I did.

Hm. I have one more question for you I guess. What is the toughest part of your job?

Job being as a writer of words?

Sure. Whichever job you care most about.

I guess in theory my job is being a student. Hardest part of being a student: focus. I lack focus. As a writer, I think the hardest part is networking, making contacts and friends and sending my work out. I’m awful at finding the right place for my work, I just don’t know where to send it, what places are open and looking. I need to make more friends I guess. Who knows.

Have you heard of Spooky Boyfriend?

Yeah I’ve seen some stuff on there, I like it. I actually have meant to send stuff there in the past.

They seem pretty neat

A good aesthetic I think, similar to Robot Melon in some respects.

I haven’t heard of them. I will check them out.

It’s good; you’ll like it.

Sweet.

Done?

Yeah I guess.

previous interviews


An article tenuously related to the keywords ‘prayer’ and ‘music’

Lately I have been experimenting with alternative methods of income generation. In one of these experiments, I contacted a gentleman (via Craigslist) who needed writers for Search Engine Optimization (SEO). In this case, SEO meant writing articles tenuously related to their purported subject for the purpose of directing people to sites and gaining ad revenue. That’s what I assumed per my understanding of SEO. Not knowing what to expect,  I went ahead and applied for the promise of $10 per 400-600 word article. I received this response:

Hi Jose,

Thanks for submitting your application. I enjoyed reading a couple of your articles from Rub Raw Press. You have beat out most of your peers and made it to the second and final round of interviews for the gig. Since this is a writing job, and the needs I have are fairly specific, the best way to pick 1-2 people to write for me, is through a sample. I am asking you to submit one actual article to me, but first I want to explain a few specific requirements/suggestions I have about writing them.

1) They must be between 400-600 words in length.
2) They must follow the finite subject fairly closely.
3) Using a thesaurus is a great way to go.
4) Using themes, places, people, locations commonly associated with the subject is great for SEO.
5) Using the exact subject phrase is good 1-3 times, but not more than that.  Using variations of the subject phrase is good.
6) Absolutely no copying, or plagiarizing.  These articles will be checked using google searches.
7) Having an insightful opinion in each article is not necessary, but using a wide variety of subject related words is.  Whatever gets you through to the end of a detailed, articulate, article.

If you get the job, I will most likely submit a list of 10 article subjects to you at a time.  Once those are delivered, I will submit another 10. For this application, I want you to choose one of the following three topics:

a) diamond flower earrings
b) prayer and music
c) medical insurance children

I’m hoping to make my final decision by Friday night (Pacific time).
If you get the gig, payments will be made by Paypal.

Thanks very much for taking the time to apply, if you have any questions before beginning, feel free to contact me directly.

I chose “b) prayer and music”. I wrote the article and sent it and received a reply that I could have the job if I wanted, but with a higher minimum word count (700+) and no change in compensation. Furthermore, I would not be paid per article, but for every “batch of 10″.  All that from a dude who runs a website promoting the use of homeless people as billboards. I told him that I was concerned, that I wanted to be paid for each article individually. He said that he couldn’t do that and offered to pay me for my example (via PayPal) if I took the job. I didn’t take the job, and I didn’t get paid for the “article” I had spent an Intense half-hour conceptualizing and writing. Presented for your consideration, therefore, is a BS article tenuously related to the keywords “prayer” and “music”.
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What is the relationship between prayer and music? Both prayer and music hold special meaning for their practitioners, and some would say that music is in itself a form of prayer. The backbone of Western classical music such as that written by Bach and Mozart was attendant to the spectacle of the organized mass. The music accompanied and intensified the services—particularly well known are the Gregorian chants written to contemplate God. A song can be understood to glorify God and His creation or to express joy or thanksgiving. In other traditions, the song does not accompany worship or prayer but is in and of itself a form of worship. One such example is Indian classical music, the basis of which can be found in the Vedas, some of Hinduism’s oldest texts.

In the modern context music appears to be worshipped by some as a religion. A devotee of a certain genre of music exhibits behaviors similar to that of a devotee of a religion. Instead of a church or temple, services are held in clubs, all-ages spaces, and stadiums. Non-denominational meetups find their doppelganger in multi-day festivals such as Bonnaroo or the Reading festival. Religions have clergy that interpret the faith. Like early Christian, DIY communities hold meetings in their living rooms and basements. Music fans have figures within their ‘scene’ of choice, as well as overarching arbiters of musical taste, such as Pitchfork, to whom they can turn for interpretations of what makes a certain type of music good or authentic. To a certain extent these figures mediate a collective figuring of what is good in music or what ought to be found in music.

An argument for music-as-religion may find its clearest expression in a comparison to personality cults. Figures such as David Koresh and Tom Jones find their doubles in The Grateful Dead, The Rolling Stones, and more recently Animal Collective in terms of the fervor fans display in not only following their favorite band but organizing a lifestyle around their dedication to the band—this is to say nothing of Charles Manson, who was literally both a musician and the leader of a religious cult. Religious music can also become popular, as has been the case with Bob Marley.

Whether music is employed as part of worship or sought as a direct connection to the divine, it is clear that there is something about music that pulls the listener towards a state that, while perhaps not best described as ‘contemplative’, puts the listener in a state outside of the everyday. It is difficult to outline what makes music satisfying in this way, especially when considering how many different types of music can serve a similar purpose as prayer to so many different people—is it the total sound of the song? The words? The harmonic composition and song structure that makes music so compelling? These are questions are impossible to answer with a formula or written argument. They are, however, answered whenever someone connects with a song.
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While writing this post I took to thinking more deeply about music and prayer. Here are some notes.

Panda Bear has an album called Young Prayer.

Some dude wrote a song called “Livin’ on a Prayer”.

I recently heard about this New York buzz band. They are called Madonna and sound a little like Lady Gaga. They wrote a song about prayer.

Popular proto-ternative pop group Brian Wilson wrote a song about prayer.

Here is a video of breakthrough British band the XX playing a song about prayer.

h8 u Ezjet (Easyjet)

I am a tolerant traveler. I never ‘get angry’ when planes are delayed in order to ‘score free tix’. I think that’s unethical. I can deal with a lot when it comes to being inconvenienced in order to fly somewhere on the cheap. but I hate EasyJet.

I have flown them twice now (one round trip): from Berlin to Naples and back. Both flights were by far the most frustrating flying situations I have ever been in. Let me explain why.

1. Crappy gates – I know it’s cost effective to use far away gates, but one gate for multiple flights at the same time? Telling us we’re boarding only to crowd an entire plane’s worth of people into a small room? Things get confusing

2. Bad check-in system – The ticket said to be there by 9 to check in for my flight at 12. That means you’re supposed to open the gates before 11. And this was in Germany, a generally really punctual country. I bet you refused to let the Germans open on time, and I bet it was tortuous for them. I bet they screamed in the ‘back offices’.

3. No assigned seating – This is a recipe for disaster. All sense of etiquette was lost as everybody crowded through the doors and raced to the bus and then raced and pushed and shoved out of the bus in order to get a better seat on the plane. I didn’t feel like a person anymore. I felt like livestock, I felt like rudeness was being encouraged. I lost faith in mankind. I was really sad.

For an approximation of the pushing strategy, plz refer to the diagram I made in my previous post subsection re: ‘Russian Peoplejams’ (secret self promo).

It seems I’m not the only one who h8s Ezjet. Here seems to be some sort of online rant forum/support group for those like me who have been emotionally scarred by their experiences with these budget airline companies.

This guy had his xmas ‘ruined’:

other airlines took well hand of the passengers easy jet didn’t give a s… No information no updates on their website. People was just told that their flight was canceled and that they could wait 7 days to get a new flight. No support no information just their normal 16 year old staff didn’t know what to say or do. I really hate easy jet and will NEVER fly them again. I really hope that they go bust, they are not worthy operating.

I wonder if I would be this angry if a budget airline canceled my flight and left me to hang out in the airport.  at least he was kind enough not to use real curse words on the internetz

This woman was got freaked out by ‘weird makeup’:

Have you notice the make up of Easy Jet air stewardesses (and also some from Ryanair?). God, they look like clowns!! The other day one of them…things asked me to measure my bag in Liverpool. God I almos screamed of fear. She looked like Amy Winehouse in orange and white. And how rude these ones are? They look like they come from a council estate in Hull, with five kids from five fathers living of subsidies from the government. The rude bitch made me pay for my bag which because of an inch in the “highly scientific” bag measurr in every airport

seems like she was really against the style choices made by the workers at easyjet. Seems like they wear makeup to ‘match’ their uniforms, but they end up looking like druggies (amy winehouse ref). Probably look like creamsicles. I probably would have made a reference to them. I wish I got the cultural reference to Hull, wonder what sorta British thing that is.

miss you creamsicle, but I

Introducing the Seattle Show / Fun Stuff Calendar

The Twilight Exit

Do you live in Seattle and sometimes feel disconnected from the other people who live in Seattle all around you? This happens to me sometimes, sitting in my chair in front of the computer alone in my room on a Friday night wondering what I am going to do with myself and in the end resolving to go to a bar, which isn’t bad per se but surely expensive and disappointing on many levels. Help is here.

Introducing: the Seattle Show / Fun Stuff Calendar, which can be found at the link as well as on the left hand side of this blog. The Seattle Show / Fun Stuff Calendar is intended to be a resource to those who are looking for more out of their Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday (as well as Saturday / Sunday) nights. The SSFSC is also intended as a resource for those who want to publicize their event to the Internet. (Though, to be completely honest, I have no clue how many Seattle readers we have. This calendar is further intended to attract Seattle readers to RPP. Does Seattle read blogs?)

As its creator has lived in Seattle only since July 2009,  the SSFSC acknowledges the irony inherent in its creation, and furthermore needs y’all to help out. If you know of an event that you want people to go to and think it’s worth the trouble of emailing us, please do!

Help us get people to your fun show / opening / fundraising kegger / munch / dog and pony show / popcorn galleria and mustard exhibition / bar stool liquidation sale / post ironic grunge party – we can’t make this happen without y’all.

Reasons I am searching for a job despite depression

  1. I should probably be spending less time on the Internet
  2. In September my roommate quit his job and went to Scotland. He came back and didn’t look for work. He started looking for a job a month ago and now he has a job. I have been looking for the past three months.
  3. Wow. I wasn’t logged into WordPress so lines 3-12 were lost. What the fuck
  4. “Multitasking” is another way of saying, “I am distracted at work”
  5. My mother reads this blog
  6. Not working is hard
  7. “Bricolage” is another way of saying, “I have run out of things to say”
  8. I seek fulfillment in a position with competitive wages, benefits, and opportunity for advancement
  9. I am self employed and it doesn’t pay
  10. I motivated myself through this post twice
  11. Most bands are dead end jobs
  12. At least I saved it this time.

previously

Make your own! Post it into the comments section! Hooray!

Berlin I: This Club is Legend/Disappointing Music/Grrrlz on E?

This is the first part in a (hopefully) ongoing series in which Keith Birthday will recount some of the more interesting moments of his recent travels through Europe.

the warehousey exterior of an otherwise famous Berilnese club

We had put on our ‘best threads’. We expected to stand in line; he had heard so much about this ‘awesome warehouse club’ and how it was the ‘best party in Berlin’. Located in East Berlin, near the Friedrichshain district, Panoramabar/Berghain had gained a reputation of being ‘super exclusive and totally rad’. So I had high expectations, as any person would after hearing such praise.

There were four of us, the two girls A. and AK (German), and K. my male traveling companion. I knew A. through my sister and through the internet; they had gone to school together in Germany (sister was an exchange student) and upon hearing that I was going to Berlin, A. took the liberty of becoming my ‘internet friend’ in order that we could establish some contact before I arrived. AK was A’s friend who was visiting from home.  Maybe it was the constant switching between German (the Germans and I) Russian (A, K, and I) and English (everyone), but when the four of us had met for drinks earlier, the conversation had felt a little restrained and awkward, so I was slightly skeptical as to how the rest of the night would play out.

It had taken us a while to find the building (massive warehouse) where the club was located. We had encountered what AK had insisted was the Berlin wall (it wasn’t) and numerous drunk folks wandering about looking for the same place, it seems that everybody had been there once before but had absolutely no clue how to find it again, being that ‘a friend had taken me there’. We found it eventually (it was behind and to the left of the hardware superstore).


sweet lo-fi vid of the inside (rare cause they don’t let cams in)

When walking up to the line/bouncer, I expected to find an extremely long line and a very serious list. Instead we saw basically no one, and got in without any major problems. That being said, A insisted that we had come ‘too early’ and that the real party doesn’t start until three of four AM. It was two; I figured we’d stick around long enough in order to see things really ‘get out of hand’.

So we all went to the bar and got really expensive beers/mix drinks. Then we sat around drinking them and making small talk with one another. It seemed as though AK was not having a good time, and was giving off a very distant vibe. It an attempt to avoid further awkwardness, after a few drinks I suggested we go dance, I figured if anything we really didn’t have to talk to each other.

But the music was horrible. Not horrible in the sense that it was annoying/bad/lady gaga but because IT WAS BORING. Imagine this, you are dancing in the club with some attractive people around you who seem to share similar life interests. The music is ‘thumping’ and seems to be approaching that ‘breaking point’ where the whole techno song sorta ‘musically explodes’ and everyone goes crazy/dances emphatically etc. THIS DID NOT HAPPEN. The music would slowly slowly slowly escalate, only to drop off at the moment it should have opened up. It was like blue balls for dancing, it was absolutely infuriating and painful. After about twenty minutes of this, I could no longer handle the situation and decided to head back to the bar side and sit and see if I could establish any contact with girls.

At times I often criticize the Germans for being somewhat of a reserved people when it comes to their social habits, and in this scenario I truly believed that this trait was manifested within this music.

Upon sitting back down in the bar area, I began the usual ‘scoping out of babes’ that anyone in a club situation would do. I was feeling especially confident of my German that day, being that I had a chance to warm it up earlier. I was ready to engage some attractive person in their native tongue. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait very long being that the cute girl sitting next to me near the bar immediately engaged me in conversation.

‘you look bored.’
‘that’s because I am bored, I really think this music is terrible’
‘yeah, it’s not that great, but it’s better on other nights. Are you from Berlin?’
‘no, I’m not.’
‘so what do you do? Which university do you study at?’
‘I actually am done studying, I actually teach English in Russia.’
‘So you’re Russian?’
‘No I’m American…’

and so the small talk went on. As it progressed, I started to notice certain habits about this girl that struck me as odd. She was talking a lot, very intensely and extremely fast. She also hardly seemed to listen to any word I was saying. Eventually things took an even weirder turn.

‘so what do you study in Berlin?’
‘oh, I used to study psychology, but now I study law.’
‘why such the big change?’
‘because all of my friends were studying psychology in order to self treat themselves, after a while it got really stressful to have to deal with friends with so many problems. You see, most of them had serious personal issues. I’d say about half of them were cutters with lots and lots of scars on their arms, I actually had to move out of my apartment because I couldn’t deal with my roommate always appearing with fresh cuts, I mean really fresh.’
‘Holy s___ that’s insane.’
‘yeah and those that didn’t have cutting problems had eating disorders, I had so many bulimic friends that our shared toilets started having serious corrosion problems.’
‘wow, I’m sorry.’
‘oh, it’s okay, I’m fine. I have to go now, but it was nice talking to you.’

And then she and her friends left. This had all happened so quickly that I couldn’t really wrap my head around it for a few minutes. This wasn’t typical German behavior, she had engaged me in conversation, had showed little sign of social inhibition and then went on to tell me about some very serious issues she had going on in her life. I didn’t even know her name. I was seriously confused.

Then I realized she was probably on Ecstasy.

Reasons I am quitting my job in the middle of an economic depression

  1. Because I’ve always wanted to try crystal meth
  2. Because 30K with benefits really isn’t that great
  3. Because my mom makes really good meatloaf on Wednesdays
  4. Because fuck high school reunions, anyway
  5. Because I don’t drink enough
  6. Because I am an artist (ie. spoiled yuppie scumbag with a college degree)
  7. Because I’d rather pay out of pocket for my medicine
  8. Because I don’t need to retire
  9. Because work is hard
  10. Because everyone likes scabs, right?
  11. Because I’ve never eaten a meal entirely of condiments before
  12. Because I am really really dumb


“I Wanna Job” – Abner Jay

Proper introduction to follow. Vday!

Arrington De Dionyso(Old Time Relijun’, Malikat Dan Singa) shares secrets of the universe, tape can’t handle the truth.

I am obsessed with obsolete media, I can’t help it.  I have a relic heart.  But that being said, I try to capture human interactions on tape.  The tape player I was using for this interview could be considered ‘wonky,’ ‘a sham,’ ‘ill equipped/prepared.’  But I defend it; for as a relic heart, I fear releasing people’s ‘true selves’ to the faceless Internets.  So listen carefully, his words did this to the tape. Imagine what they’re doing to your brain:


Note:  This is a running edit. I heart lo-fi, people in ‘the real world’ might night appreciate this.  So, if you are at all offended in any way/shape/form feel free to email me and I will correct the problem.

Introducing Keith Birthday/Some Silly Things About Russia

me & vitamin water & blackberry (cool accoutrements)

Hi friends, I’m the newest blogger to be added to the ‘all-star roster’ here at RubPawPress. My name is Keith Birthday. José has mentioned me on this blog several times. I’ve never met Aaron, but apparently I seem like a ‘tenured bro’. I don’t look anything like either of the aforementioned writers on this site except that my hair is also curly and I also generally have facial hair. Besides that, my pigment/melanin count is significantly lower (or at least appears to be). José asked that I make an ‘autobioblurb’ about myself. So here is my extended a/s/l.

I know José from Philadelphia. We both used to live there. We went to the same college. We had a poetry class together and José was the only other person in the room whose opinion I respected. José doesn’t remember me from that class at all. The class had maybe fifteen people in it total.

Later, when we became friends, I lived in a significantly more gentrified area. The neighborhood was named ‘Fishtown’. Jose lived in ‘South Philly’. His neighborhood has a name but I forgot it. In order to see each other we would have to bike ~5 miles. Or sometimes I would drive, but that would only be when I needed to transport equipment. We were in two bands together; he was the ‘frontman’ of one and I of the other. I was the DD of both (having been the only one with a car). I’m still pretty sure his music is better

me with 'serious artistic intentions' (Jose in background)

We also liked to go and dance and try to ‘get lucky’ with local grrrrls. We were ‘wingmen’ for one another.  Once he and Dan Hghs and I turned my house into a club sandwich situation.  That was what we called it when we all got girls and went back to my house and ‘cuddled’ with them on all three different floors, like the slices of bread in a ‘club sandwich’ (brolol). We high-fived about it the next day, thought we were cool. If we didn’t get girls, we usually made late night Pizza runs to Lorenzo’s on South Street and ate large slices of pizza while talking about life. Either outcome was satisfactory. Eating pizza with yr bros is always a good time. It was worth me biking ~2 miles out of my way.

a slice of 'Lorenzo & Sons' za we'd often get

Like José, I also moved from Philadelphia, but in the opposite direction. It’s cold where I live, very cold. This is true because I live in a city called Tomsk. Tomsk is a city in Russia of ~500,000 peeps. It’s located in the geographic area commonly referred to as ‘Siberia’. I moved here on Sept 5 2009

googmap of location. actually feel kinda special cause I'm close to the geographic center of Asia

I am here because the government sent me. I also sort of chose to go here (I wanted to go to Russia). It was founded in 1604 by Ivan the terrible when he built a palisade fort along the river Tom to protect against invaders (I think) and everyone likes to brag about that.  There are six universities here, and the locals refer to it as ‘Siberian Athens’ due to the large student/theater presence. It is a very pretty Russian city. I would suggest you check out more pics here.

still luv u Lenin.

I am happy with this situation overall. There are lots of nice people here. I feel special because I get to teach at a University and feel like a really smart person. The government pays my bills. The downside is the temperature here at this time of year (winter) usually hovers around negative 30 to 40 degrees Fahrenheit. -40 is the same in Celsius and Fahrenheit so it’s really convenient when explaining to people how cold it is here. Winter starts early and ends late. We had our first snowfall this year on October 11. Right now it is too cold to snow. It will probably start snowing again in March and actually get warm in May.

I was recently told that ‘high up state dept officials’ read my personal blog. Wonder if that means Hill Clins reads it. Think that each secretary of each dept should make a tumblr. Think Bill Clins would probably have a good tumblog.

this has probably happened a lot.

Let me tell you some silly things about Russia:

1. Russians generally live up to the stereotype of drinking a lot of vodka
2. There are lots of stray dogs in essentially every town; they generally are better behaved than domesticated dogs.
3. This silly music video by a soviet-era ‘boy band’. Their name means ‘fiberglass’. This song is about the New Year, which is essentially Russian xmas/party time. These children were apparently orphans. Everyone in Russia thinks this video is funny:

4.Russia almost never has soap in its public bathrooms, but lots of people wore those silly surgical masks during the piggy flu scare. They would also take them off whenever convenient. Some of them even just wore cloth masks, which I’m sure made them more likely to get the piggy flu.
5. A true Russian girl never leaves the house without looking ready to go out/wearing high heels
6. Yes, many Russian men wear those silly fur hats.

see about 432987 of these every day

7. Many Russians can be impressed in two very easy ways (recent discovery).
-Shuffling a deck of cards (bridging them gets you more oooohs)
-Typing on a computer without looking at your hands
8. On the topic of cards, Russian card decks always come with 36 cards. It’s almost impossible to find a normal ‘poker’ type deck.
9. Russians only know one card game, but it’s a really good one, so I can understand why they didn’t see the necessity of inventing another.
10. Russians do not understand the concept of personal space. If there is a traffic jam at the entrance to a subway or similar public transportation entrance, Russians will generally all push against one another in a large group towards the entrance until they get in. It’s sort of like an ‘as the crow flies’ technique. Also, no one talks in this mass of people. It’s a little strange. Here is a diagram to help clarify:

circles indicate people, they aren't all the same color, though.

This system actually seems like a very minor version of the video of ‘crazy azns really stuffing themselves into a subway car as subway police help them’ as illustrated below

Of course there are some really awesome things about Russia. Here are some:

1. Russian cartoons are AMAZING. During the soviet times, cartoons were not seen as anything but a children’s medium. As a result, all of the smart animators just made really good children’s cartoons. Just check out this sweet Russian version of ‘Winnie the Pooh’.

What’s really interesting about Winnie here is that his name is ‘Винни-Пух’ which phonemically essentially the same name (Vinnie-Pookh). Even better is that ‘Пух’ actually means ‘down’ (as in feathers) in Russian so the name really works out.

2. The local made Russian beer here in Tomsk is delicious. It is not only local and fresh, but is unpasteurized. It also only costs 92 Rubles for 1.5 liters, which is like three dollars for a forty–and-a-half of actually good beer. It’s called Нефильтрофф which means ‘unfiltered’

3. Vodka is cheap and actually for nine dollars you can get a decent bottle.

4. The Cyrillic Alphabet. It just looks really cool.

lookin' good

5. Trains in Russia are awesome, especially when traveling long distances. Here are some reasons

-A bed to sleep in whenever you want
-hanging out with your friends all day
-new friends you meet on the train
-fifty hours of forced relaxation from Moscow to Tomsk (there is nothing else to do)
-eternal hot water heater in every train car
-fast ramen/tea/coffee/hot water related products access
-Old ladies selling homemade food at the stops
-Other old ladies selling dog-hair socks in the train (totally bought a pair). What dog are they made from? “From the village dog, of course!” This prob means stray dog.
-Crazy women who you meet in the train restaurant car who learn you’re from America and then only ask you questions about the Bermuda triangle/the Caribbean. Then you play cards with her (she only knows one game of course [see above])

6. There is a ‘Russian Sparks’ called Jaguar and it will not be forced to remove the energy component anytime soon. It’s fun.

om nom nom nom nom

7. The Banya, or bathhouse. Nothing like being naked in a steamy 200-degree room with other dudes sweating out the bad stuff. I’m actually not kidding, going with your friends is great.

8. Russian pancakes, called ‘Blini’ (Блины) are really delicious, especially from the kiosks in Tomsk known as ‘Siberian Pancakes’ (literal translation). I usually get them with ham and cheese and tomatoes. Sometimes with mushrooms (in cream). They are really delicious.

9. Russians are really friendly and generally very interested in foreigners. They really like helping you. They are warm-hearted.

If you need to contact me, the best way is via keithbirthday at gmail.com. The funny thing is I actually forgot the password to that account, but by the time anyone decides to email me I’m sure I’ll have figured it out

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