domingo, febrero 18, 2007

Pazz & Jop



Mientras se entregaban los permios Grammy, circulaba ya en la web el resultado de un sondeo del Village Voice sobre lo mejor de la música entre algunos de los críticos más reconocidos, el llamado Pazz & Jop. El resultado tiene algunas conexiones con las listas de mejores discos de las revistas especializadas en música que posteamos aquí:

Albums

1.- Dylan, Bob - Modern Times
2.- TV on the Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain
3.- Ghostface Killah - Fishscale
4.- Hold Steady, The - Boys and Girls in America
5.- Gnarls Barkley - St Elsewhere
6.- Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
7.- Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury
8.- Case, Neko - Fox Confessor Brings the Flood
9.- Newsom, Joanna - Ys
10.- Waits, Tom - Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards

Sencillos

1.- Gnarls Barkley - Crazy
2.- T.I. - What You Know
3.- Aguilera, Christina - Ain't No Other Man
4.- Justin Timberlake featuring T.I. - My Love
5.- The Raconteurs - Steady, As She Goes
6.- Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland - Promiscuous
7.- Justin Timberlake - Sexyback
8.- Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice
9.- Lupe Fiasco - Kick, Push/
Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
10.- Killers, The - When You Were Young

Las listas completas en Pazz & Jop

viernes, febrero 16, 2007

Trailer de un libro en YouTube



Grey is a legendary book waiting to happen. It's a mad, stylish, trippy, endlessly inventive romp through the biohazardous wastes of post-genre literature. Jon Armstrong is a genius, with an umlaut, to the fifth power." — Michael Chabon



lunes, febrero 12, 2007

American Writers on America



Writers on America is a collection of essays by various American authors on different aspects of America. It was conceived in the direct aftermath of 9/11 as a way to introduce readers to a United States that is not prominent in American pop culture. It is published by the US State Department and distributed by embassies. Michael Chabon writes about growing up in the utopian planned city of Columbia, Maryland. Bharati Mukherjee writes On Being an American Writer rather than an Indo-American one. Charles Johnson writes about a great uncle who started a milk company, and after that went belly-up in the Great Depression, founded a construction business. The other authors with essays in the volume are Elmaz Abinader, Julia Alvarez, Sven Birkerts, Robert Olen Butler, Billy Collins, Robert Creeley, David Herbert Donald, Richard Ford, Linda Hogan, Mark Jacobs, Naomi Shihab Nye and Robert Pinsky. On Voice of America Eric Felten interviewed Mark Jacobs, George Clack, executive editor of the publication and Joseph Bottum, books and arts editor of the Weekly Standard. NPR interviewed Clack and Elmaz Abinader [RealAudio] about the project and On the Media interviewed Clack by himself.


Tomado de Metafilter

jueves, febrero 08, 2007

Web 2.0 ... The Machine is Us/ing Us by Michael Wesh



martes, febrero 06, 2007

How Much



Estaba leyendo algunos blogs y me gustó bastante el más reciente post (al menos hasta ese momento) de Lauren Kearns en Neurotica_redux:


How much happiness are we allotted? I have been thinking, lately, about Mrs. Dalloway – about Virginia Wolfe and her rendering of a woman in the later years of her life who recalls a moment of her youth, a perfect moment, a moment when she thought, this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. What she comes to realize later is that, that moment, was happiness – it was where happiness began and ended, with a moment in time that she mistakenly believed was just the beginning. I have had a few of those perfect moments, moments of grace and happiness, moments where it all seemed possible and it all seemed like the beginning. Luckily, there were more to come, and having had one of those recently – I wonder, is it folly to believe the best is yet to come? I would like to think that is true, I would like to think that it only gets better, deeper, more dynamic. But what if at any given moment this is it, this is the happiness you are apportioned, the grace you have been given and used and lived and loved and now you are to let the steam of that happiness push you the rest of the way down the track. We are greedy, we want more, we are ever hopeful and ever restless. Does it take away from the moment if you accept that this might be it? That this might be as good as it gets? Or can you cherish it more fully by recognizing it’s true nature? I don’t know the answers to all of these questions but they occur to me in rapid succession as I remember those moments in my life that live in the caverns of my mind as best and brightest – as I recount the most recent privately in my journal. They have happened to me while I’m alone and while I’m with others and each time I feel connected to my life in a way I usually forget about, amidst my neurotic grumbling and bouts of hyperbole. I fall first into appreciation of those moments and then quickly into the questioning of the above. It’s funny how that happens. I guess all we can do is savor the moments we are given and appreciate the redemption we can find in them. Well, I suppose that’s enough profundity for the day.

I am sitting in a café right now and wondering if I’m really a fiction writer. Poetry has been flowing thick and fast all morning and I’m not even close to done. Sometimes it’s unbearable how much I want to say and how many different ways there are to say it. I don’t feel much like telling a story, I feel like taking portraits with words and wallowing in lyricism. It happens every once in awhile and when it does it’s irrepressible, and wonderful. I haven’t been having a whole lot of luck with writing lately so it feels good to be sitting here right now. One of my recommenders for grad school, a poet himself, asked me if I was sure I wasn’t a poet. I laughed a bit and said I didn’t know, and I still don’t. I wonder if it’s like being bi-sexual, sooner or later you fall fully into one camp or another. Ha. The problem is that I have no idea if my poetry is any good, fiction is subjective enough – the subjective extreme of poetry gives me a headache – I don’t know if I can live with such uncertainty. At least not until I learn to just be happy with the way the words make me feel before I let someone else’s prying eyes take a look. Either way, it’s nice to have a morning where it doesn’t really matter if I get into grad school or not, because no matter what I can always write, and for now that seems like more than enough.

I’m in such a good mood right now it’s shocking. I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that Monday’s are my Saturdays. While all you punks were watching the Super Bowl I was working, so this is my sweet sweet revenge. Oh, and it also has to do with the fact that I am reading “The Corrections” by Jonathan Franzen and completely in love with it. It’s simply amazing. Okay, Happy Monday, people.

Charla literaria se convierte en una plática entre Chabon y Waldman sobre su matrimonio



Lecture review: Authors Chabon, Waldman discuss their marriage
Tuesday, February 06, 2007

By Bob Hoover, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette


Framed by two potted plants on the Carnegie Music Hall stage last night, Ayelet Waldman and Michael Chabon offered an unusually intimate portrait of a marriage.

Chabon, despite a stubbly beard, is still boyishly sincere and eager to please at 43, his Pittsburgh "phase" well behind him. He's one of the country's establishment novelists now with a Pulitzer Prize on his mantle for "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay."

Waldman, who said she vowed to let her husband be the writer in the family at their wedding, is the author of nine novels, her latest, "Love and Other Impossible Pursuits" now in the process of becoming a Hollywood film starring Jennifer Lopez. A former criminal lawyer, she's developed a public personality that could best be called assertive.

If American literature had power couples, they are in the first rank. Their domestic dialogue at the Heinz Lectures was not so much about writing as it was their emotional commitment to each other and the way that bond influences their work.

Along with the plants, the framework featured the pair asking each other questions they had "secretly prepared" beforehand. This approach worked well to accentuate both the distinct character of each and their closeness, especially as they finished each other's sentences.

Questions like "Why don't you ever put anything away" to "How do you explain what boring lives we lead" were expected, but when Chabon dealt with his wife's most notorious piece of writing, the result was unexpectedly moving.

Waldman's essay last year in a Sunday newspaper asserted that Chabon, rather than their four children, was the center of her universe, a stand that might have caused fewer ripples had she more subtlely stated her case. She gave the impression that in a life-and-death situation, her hubby would come first. The essay even earned her an appearance on Oprah Winfrey's couch.

The exchange was touched off by Chabon's question, "After exposing your family and personal life to everybody, how do you think that made your husband feel?"

What Waldman meant, said an emotionally affected husband, was that "our marriage was the foundation of everything that followed" -- their children, their family life and their devotion to each other and each other's work.

Waldman herself admitted to being "verklempt" after Chabon's strong showing of support.

There were a handful of writing anecdotes: The two now share what was originally Chabon's studio; he can't put Thomas Pynchon's "Against The Day" down; when one or the other has hit a wall in their writing, they take "plot walks" around their Berkeley, Calif., neighborhood together to hash things out.

Chabon was able to discuss his forthcoming novel, "The Yiddish Policeman's Union" as well as a serialized novel now appearing in the New York Times that he originally called "Jews With Swords."

"I've reached the point in my career where I'm feeling increasingly free to write what I damn well please," he announced, in his own version of assertiveness.

Back to Oprah. Last night's personal and emotionally moving scenes from the Chabon-Waldman marriage could have turned into confessional TV if it weren't for the sincerity, good humor and open affection of the couple.

domingo, febrero 04, 2007

I got YouTube



Del escritorio de David Pogue (y mientras los Osos de Chicago aún celebran su TD en el regreso del kick off del SuperBowl):

Hey...
I got YouTube.
I got YouTube.

They say Gen X won't follow news,
The New York Times can only stand to lose!
If all the papers go away,
How will we learn the stories of the day?

Dude-
We got YouTube.
We got YouTube.

I got movie parodies...
Funny ads from overseas...
Webcams of kids! On air guitar!
Anything funny, all messed up, or bizarre!

(Key change!)

So let them say Google overpaid;
I say they got the better of the trade.
Just throw your HDTV aside-
The future's on a screen three inches wide...

Yay!
I got YouTube-
Make that GooTube!

I can watch "The Daily Show"...
Just the parts I need to know!
Lots of music, lots of laughs,
Politicans' latest gaffes,
LonelyGirls and music vids,
Cameraphones and "Star Wars" kids!
Copyrights get stomped a bit,
But kids my age don't give a-
..uh, care a whit!

Dude!
I got YouTube.
I got YouTube.
I got YouTube.

jueves, febrero 01, 2007

Búsquedas furiosas



Durante horas recientes, las búsuedas en la red por Inés Sáinz, se han multiplicado. Incluso a este blog han llegado internautas que realizan búsquedas furiosas con tal de encontrarla y no es para menos ya que el Washington Post, NFL Network, Toronto Star, Miami Herald y muchos más han referido su actuación en el Media Day del Super Bowl. La fotos que muchos buscan quizá se encuentran en un blog del Palm Beach Post y a los admiradores de Sáinz seguramente lo que menos les interese son las críticas de Jason Lieser.