<?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-4562109151168235304</id><updated>2011-11-09T18:03:47.718-08:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='SXSW'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Playground Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-1134075534278420720</id><published>2011-11-05T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:03:47.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-grad update one</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, I've graduated from college, started working in a public high school, and now spend my Saturday nights in bed listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!&lt;/span&gt; podcasts on the speakers once used to blast dance music.  Somehow, just months after graduating, I seem to have left behind all semblance of a young life.  No more parties, no late nights out, no spontaneous midnight trips to 24 hour diners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it is the fact that I now live at home in Houston, a half hour drive from most friends and most things worth doing in the city.  Part of it is the fact that I'm no longer living with roommates.  Part of it is the simple fact that I'm no longer a college student living in a college town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a significant part is due to my job.  Working in a public school is very isolating, especially for a young person.  I share a workspace with one other person 3 decades my senior, I spend my time with students all day rather than peers, and I work within the maddening bureaucracy of the public education system.  Every day I see the young faces of broken homes, illegal immigration, and poverty, who were never shown the liberating power of education.  Every day I confront unacceptably low achievement levels throughout the district.  I watch seniors read at a 5th grade level and struggle with multiplication tables and I constantly wonder how we got our kids here.  Somehow there's never an answer, not within the school, not within the district, not even within education policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public education is not the fun, glamorous work environment most people seek upon graduating. There's no built-in social structure of co-workers and friends. I'm in bed by 11 each night in order to wake up at 6 and be a responsible adult and role model for the children whose lives I affect every day.  I watch the lives of friends who are grad students, freelance writers, consultants, managers at up-and-coming companies in big cities and I am constantly struck my how much a job can shape your everyday life.  Maybe next year I'll be a student again or living in a new city or starting a different job. But for now I have to keep reminding myself that I am only 22 years old, that I can still fill my life with  youthful pursuits, and that I  can still have an exciting future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-1134075534278420720?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1134075534278420720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=1134075534278420720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1134075534278420720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1134075534278420720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-grad-update-one.html' title='post-grad update one'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-7915644024782804709</id><published>2010-11-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:42:54.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>hello breakfast.</title><content type='html'>Nothing like cinnamon toast, fresh coffee, and honey crisps to start off a new autumn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/TNdwfYREFnI/AAAAAAAAEl4/RWoFWaGsjbU/s1600/DSC_0266edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/TNdwfYREFnI/AAAAAAAAEl4/RWoFWaGsjbU/s400/DSC_0266edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537017951267591794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/TNdwfbDRjVI/AAAAAAAAElw/4-Qi_m74k9E/s1600/DSC_0267edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/TNdwfbDRjVI/AAAAAAAAElw/4-Qi_m74k9E/s400/DSC_0267edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537017952015060306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-7915644024782804709?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7915644024782804709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=7915644024782804709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/7915644024782804709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/7915644024782804709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-breakfast.html' title='hello breakfast.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/TNdwfYREFnI/AAAAAAAAEl4/RWoFWaGsjbU/s72-c/DSC_0266edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-3514491085754673222</id><published>2010-08-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:06:16.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Suburbs (2010)</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I packed up my summer apartment and headed home to the suburbs of Houston.  Following a busy summer spent in Austin and an entire semester before that spent in Copenhagen, I found myself immediately resenting the suffocating uniformity and ennui of life in the suburbs while also enjoying the comforting sense of familiarity found in my childhood bed and memories of idle summers as a kid growing up in a suburban landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While summer in Austin was acquainted with an adult version of me - waking up at 7 every morning, dressing up for work, drinking cup after cup of coffee to stay alert in the midst of monotony - being back in the suburbs has found me reliving the joys of childhood summers: evening bike rides around the neighborhood, reading novels for pleasure, sleeping until noon every day.  However, this enjoyment of doing nothing has come with a newfound guilt characteristic of adulthood - a harsh, unsettling sense that I have outgrown this place.  I will no longer be welcome here as a child anymore - after this year, I am to be a fully grown adult with my own sense of purpose and my own career, my own living, my own future.  This suburban life will remain here, but I will never return the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, coming home to the suburbs has ignited a sort of nostalgia, not only for childhood in suburbia, but a nostalgia for being in the right place, being right where you are supposed to be.  As a kid, the suburb was the place for me.  I brought home good grades, I shot hoops in the driveway after dinner, I caught frogs with neighbors after dusk.  I was right where I was supposed to be.  As we get older, we come into a stark adult world marked by terrifying uncertainty.  Even the traditional structures - an assured job, a steady marriage, a cohesive family - no longer hold the coveted sense of certainty that we want and need as we get older.  In the midst of this precarious grown-up world where neither happiness nor success is secure, we find comfort in a past world where everything seemed to be in its right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arcade Fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.pastemagazine.com/www/articles/2010/08/02/arcade%20fire%20the%20suburbs.jpg?1280760687"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.pastemagazine.com/www/articles/2010/08/02/arcade%20fire%20the%20suburbs.jpg?1280760687" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somewhere out there, the same dreamy nostalgia for the lost days of suburban life hit Win Butler, who also happened to grow up in the suburbs of Houston.  The result is a collection of memories cemented in Arcade Fire's third album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funeral &lt;/span&gt;captured the imaginative hope of a precocious child and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neon Bible &lt;/span&gt;showcased the rebellious spirit of young adulthood, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/span&gt; reveals the resignation and longing found in maturity, painting subdued memories of a lost past from the perspective of one who's lived it all once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the album, there is a sense of longing for the purity and certainty once found in suburban life, a nostalgic remembrance fueled by a bleak adult world marked by disillusionment and desperation.  However, at the same time, they know fully well that this elusive dream of idyllic suburbia is marred by reality - the stifling conformity, the repressive boredom, the mask of certainty worn by uniformly pleasant houses, each hiding a family on the verge of collapse - in effect, the very neighborhoods that the kids escaped from in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funeral.&lt;/span&gt;  Thus, in the midst of an imperfect world, Arcade Fire retreat to the comfort of shared human experience, evoking the same nostalgia within us for a world that never existed, strengthening the universal thread that connects us all and carries us through this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of nostalgia spreads throughout the musical sound of the album as well, drawing on influences from the past moreso than in their previous albums.  The songs manage to  pay homage to earlier artists in a way that goes beyond mimicry to truly create a new musical experience built on sounds of the past.  Instead of merely evoking the vocals and synthpop of Blondie,  'Sprawl II' transports you through a hazy dream to a 1979 bedroom where a newly released 'Heart of Glass' plays on a record player, flooding you with wistful reminiscence for a lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this way, Arcade Fire manages to continue doing what they do so well: encapsulating poignant truths of the human condition in powerful songs unrivaled by other bands today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Suburbs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is out in stores this week; Malory Lee is in the suburbs of Houston until August 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-3514491085754673222?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3514491085754673222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=3514491085754673222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/3514491085754673222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/3514491085754673222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/suburbs-2010.html' title='The Suburbs (2010)'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-4895112180185101127</id><published>2010-05-04T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:07:20.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>One Day (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 381px; height: 381px;" alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvTRwrnZWn0/S6il2wmP9BI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YQSqq_kPg7g/s320/One+Day.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvTRwrnZWn0/S6il2wmP9BI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YQSqq_kPg7g/s320/One+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I picked up the novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Day&lt;/span&gt; on a whim while waiting for a train in Germany last month.  Having finished it now, I am so glad I decided to buy it.  It's been a long time since I've connected to a fictional story in such a way (also a while since I've finished a book for leisure, I suppose).  I read a large part of the book immediately after purchasing it, devoting every train ride while traveling to the story of Em and Dex.  I was nearly finished by the end of my travels in Russia, but I stored it away as school got busy again, having almost lost interest as it seemed to have reached a pleasantly stagnant conclusion.  It rested on my bookshelf until today, when perhaps out of a desperate attempt to avoid my daunting assignments, I decided to see how the story officially ended. After finishing, I'm convinced the critics who acclaimed it simply as a great romantic comedy must have also thought they had reached the end when I did and failed to finish the novel.  The last few chapters of the book, in fact, offer the most poignant, affecting, human portrayals of life and love only alluded to in earlier parts of the story.  Three hours after finishing, I still feel the weight of the story on me, a sense of loss coming over me upon the characters' departure from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between his characters Dexter and Emma, David Nicholls paints a universal story of human longing, nostalgia for a lost past, and, above all, the constant uncertainty of life, love, and happiness.  At times unbearably sad, at times remarkably hopeful, Nicholls brilliantly captures the experience of loss as well as the power of human resilience and finding beauty within tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some readers claimed that the novel failed because the characters were unlikeable, which I found astounding.  Em and Dex emerge vividly from Nicholls' striking talent for crafting genuine characters, so real and flawed and human in every way that you're drawn in almost immediately.  We may like people because of their good qualities, but we love our closest friends and family in spite of their deepest faults.  Are fictional characters any different?  We come to know Em and Dex in an intimate way, sensing their vulnerabilities, disappointed at their failures but ultimately rooting for their success.  They irritate from time to time when we first meet them, but after 20 years (or 435 pages) spent together, it is impossible not to love and feel for them as if they were our own friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the brilliant characterization and subtle depiction of human emotion, the story portrays the profound trajectory life can take over 20 years.  I currently stand just at the outset of the story, connecting with the post-graduation anxiety of facing the real world, with both Dexter's hedonistic desire to explore the world and Emma's insecurities that prevent her from success and happiness.  The beauty of Nicholls' narrative lies in this fact that people in all different stages of their lives will connect to the story in different ways.  It's a story I'll be able to return to throughout my life, a companion to the triumphs and losses along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-4895112180185101127?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4895112180185101127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=4895112180185101127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4895112180185101127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4895112180185101127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-day.html' title='One Day (2009)'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvTRwrnZWn0/S6il2wmP9BI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YQSqq_kPg7g/s72-c/One+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-8262979932820143223</id><published>2010-05-02T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:50:41.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>baby went to amsterdam, she put a little money into travelin'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GhbpFZ6SI/AAAAAAAAEj8/6aUH5mXNc-A/s1600/DSC_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GhbpFZ6SI/AAAAAAAAEj8/6aUH5mXNc-A/s400/DSC_0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467828918861556002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The remnants of Queensday the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 28 April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Claire and I left in the evening for Amsterdam on our respective forms of transportation - a mere one hour flight for her, 15 hour overnight train (without bed) for me.   Despite the horribly uncomfortable seats clearly not built for sleeping or sitting for long periods of time, I would still choose to travel by train.  There's something about seeing the land change as you pass - about enjoying the green expanses of the German countryside and the endless fields of bright yellow, almost fluorescent flowers, about opening the windows to fresh air - that is irreplacable, no matter how much faster a plane will get you to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GlPQd5O1I/AAAAAAAAEkU/uAh-GAyopAE/s1600/DSC_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GlPQd5O1I/AAAAAAAAEkU/uAh-GAyopAE/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833104141466450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preferred form of transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 29 April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:23 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up groggily to find that the train has been stalled....for the last 6 hours.  Engine broken.  Apparently someone commit suicide on the tracks in the middle of the night while everyone was asleep.  Definitely did a number on the locomotives. Now everyone is out of their compartments, having conversations with fellow travelers from other countries, the windows are open for some fresh morning air, and someone is strumming languidly on a ukelele.  If it weren't for the grim circumstances and the fact that I'm losing a whole precious day of travel and leaving Claire alone in Amsterdam, I'd almost enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GVpCDscGI/AAAAAAAAEj0/Q9zfEn9I9eE/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GVpCDscGI/AAAAAAAAEj0/Q9zfEn9I9eE/s400/DSC_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467815954764034146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours back on track, just when we thought we could finally make it to Amsterdam, the train has stalled once again. This time we've all gotten off the train, resting on the platform in the warm afternoon sun and balmy breeze.  The weather truly feels like summer right now, wherever we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours after I was supposed to arrive in Amsterdam, I finally made it to Centraal Station around 4 in the afternoon, exhausted from a rather sleepless train ride, and starved, having not eaten anything since 6 o'clock the previous evening.  I met up with Claire and we rode to Haarlem, where we are staying for the next two nights, to drop off our bags at our hostel.  In the evening we explored a bit of Amsterdam, mainly the many eateries so considerately open for late night munchies.  Total food consumed tonight: huge plate of Chinese noodles, Belgian waffle, various cakes, and a "Lion" McFlurry (in response to my original order for a KitKat McFlurry, the clerk said 'why have a kat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when you can have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lion&lt;/span&gt;?' Wise words, for the Lion McFlurry exceeded anything a KitKat McFlurry could have dreamed of being).  Note to self for rest of the trip: eat less, spend less money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 30 April 2010: Queensday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GjGAnAqcI/AAAAAAAAEkE/cYrQco-k5fQ/s1600/DSC_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GjGAnAqcI/AAAAAAAAEkE/cYrQco-k5fQ/s400/DSC_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467830746242656706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queensday in....Haarlem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up today with the intention of eating an early breakfast at the hostel, exploring Haarlem all morning, and being on a train to Amsterdam by noon.  Instead, we skipped breakfast, went back to bed and slept til noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-rested and finally ready for Queensday, we headed into the center of Haarlem, where we were met with huge crowds of youths and families alike all decked out in orange and already drunk (probably from last night's Queensnight celebrations).  The train station was mad chaos.  Turns out no trains were going to Amsterdam today and crowds of young people were already mobbing the buses to the city.  We decided to let the locals celebrate their holiday in Amsterdam and ended up spending Queensday in Haarlem, which I actually appreciated because it was the perfect balance of party celebrations and small town charm.  And while Amsterdam was ridden with tourists, Haarlem retained a local atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped first for a delightful brunch at a quaint little French cafe on the corner.  I had an omelette the size of my face that probably contained a month's supply of cholesterol.  It was wholly satisfying, and the coffee was wonderful too.  After our cosy rendezvous with France, we returned to the streets of Haarlem to join the Queensday celebration, pausing at a grocery store to arm ourselves with Heinekens.  The streets were packed with people (I can only imagine what Amsterdam was like).  In addition to being a huge outdoor party, the streets also functioned as a big flea market (I managed to find a lovely ring for just 50 cents) as well as a public children's talent show (still confused about that one).   All in all, Queensday was plenty of fun, though the celebrations ended early (after all, they'd been partying since the previous night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-Glk-A2mpI/AAAAAAAAEkc/yhqmU0NR4JQ/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-Glk-A2mpI/AAAAAAAAEkc/yhqmU0NR4JQ/s400/DSC_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467833477144943250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balancing act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 1 May 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have so many fingers!  (still only 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These hands aren't mine.  (they were)&lt;br /&gt;A steak would be great in two years. (probably)&lt;br /&gt;They're speaking English!  (they were)&lt;br /&gt;They're speaking Danish!  (they weren't)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's speaking Danish!  (no one was speaking Danish)&lt;br /&gt;Seth Rogen!  (wasn't there)&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that out loud?  (yes, I did)&lt;br /&gt;Am I speaking?  (yes, I was)&lt;br /&gt;Where's Keanu Reeves?  (in The Matrix)&lt;br /&gt;Was that real?  (no one knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 2 May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:17 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GkjSA0z3I/AAAAAAAAEkM/PKzuzVNMgbY/s1600/DSC_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GkjSA0z3I/AAAAAAAAEkM/PKzuzVNMgbY/s400/DSC_0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467832348642168690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful morning.  Claire left for the airport already and I have about 2 hours before my long train journey back to Copenhagen.  I'm currently sitting by the canal, taking in the beautiful scenery (which somehow has not been the focus on this trip) and enjoying the brisk morning breeze.  It's refreshing to explore the city while the streets are mostly empty and everyone is still sleeping off the effects of Queensday weekend.  It's a much needed detox: peace, quiet, fresh air, lack of excessive stimuli, getting away from people and being alone in a lovely city - one of my favorite parts of traveling.  Once in a while a Heineken can drifts by in the canal or a whiff of urine passes through the air, but for the most part it seems like the party's officially over.  Amsterdam, you mad, mad city.  You have certainly taken your toll on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-8262979932820143223?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8262979932820143223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=8262979932820143223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/8262979932820143223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/8262979932820143223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/goddamn-amsterdam.html' title='baby went to amsterdam, she put a little money into travelin&apos;.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S-GhbpFZ6SI/AAAAAAAAEj8/6aUH5mXNc-A/s72-c/DSC_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-1600338293227737068</id><published>2010-03-18T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:50:28.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>sxswahhh.</title><content type='html'>SXSW kicked off today, and its first surprise show came from Nas and Damian Marley at Levi's/Fader Fort (which hosted Kanye's surprise appearance last year).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is one of the acts that excited me most this year, even from 5000 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5315445&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5315445&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="290" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5315445"&gt;NAS &amp;amp; DAMIAN "JR GONG" MARLEY DISTANT RELATIVES preview&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/nabilelderkin"&gt;nabil elderkin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm loving Europe and all, I'd give anything to be in Austin this week for some free shows, warm weather, and goddamn breakfast tacos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-1600338293227737068?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1600338293227737068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=1600338293227737068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1600338293227737068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1600338293227737068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/sxswahhh.html' title='sxswahhh.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-6162516815436854633</id><published>2010-03-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:45:36.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the little successes carry you through life.</title><content type='html'>Today I found my new favorite belt at a thrift shop for 10 kroner (less than $2), got an A on my law paper, uploaded pictures, skipped class, explored Vesterbro, and enjoyed the sunshine. I have yet to study for the test I have tomorrow, but you can't say I didn't have a productive day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-6162516815436854633?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6162516815436854633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=6162516815436854633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6162516815436854633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6162516815436854633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-successes-carry-you-through-life.html' title='the little successes carry you through life.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-6651538731481470048</id><published>2010-02-19T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:23:27.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Lesson in blogging efficiency.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some things I've been obsessed with in the past month spent here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark chocolate, marzipan, Nutella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/410240613_2c93e2c7b6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 204px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/410240613_2c93e2c7b6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've tried to curb my consumption, but something tells me I will be dying a slow, delicious death from sugar.  It's bad when you've abandoned any concept of Nutella as a spread and simply eat it by the spoonful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jens Lekman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lostmyheart.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/jens-lekman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 239px;" src="http://lostmyheart.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/jens-lekman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Swedish man, why are you not touring in your homeland of Scandinavia? The world makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danish hot dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S37RzTT4g8I/AAAAAAAAEio/zfSJFnLqOBQ/s1600-h/DSC01812edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S37RzTT4g8I/AAAAAAAAEio/zfSJFnLqOBQ/s400/DSC01812edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440016079197340610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Never before have I had so many condiments in one bite, but it is so worth the multiple heart attacks to come.  These put New York hot dog stands to shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Danish pastries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S5fljv28BAI/AAAAAAAAEjM/bPbGfU1M10s/s1600-h/mg_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S5fljv28BAI/AAAAAAAAEjM/bPbGfU1M10s/s400/mg_0377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447074676632978434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If you think they look good, wait til you smell them everywhere on the streets of Copenhagen, especially at 3:00 in the morning - it is incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Finding little unique spots in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Folkets Hus Copenhagen (by Bjarke Bisgaard)" rel="lightbox" href="http://upload.spottedbylocals.com/Copenhagen/normal/folkets-hus-copenhagen-%28by-bjarke-bisgaard%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 262px;" class="attachment" src="http://upload.spottedbylocals.com/Copenhagen/small/folkets-hus-copenhagen-%28by-bjarke-bisgaard%29.jpg" alt="Folkets Hus Copenhagen (by Bjarke Bisgaard)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I might have tacked this on to make myself feel better for the fact that 3 out of my 5 "obsessions" were food.  At the same time though, #5 represents perhaps the truest of my obsessions.  In a city as homogeneous as Copenhagen, it is extremely exciting to find local dives or areas with real character and individuality.  Which is why Nørrebro and Christiania stand out in my memory as unique places to hang out.  The debate on the increasing "problem" of migration in Denmark has centered mostly around how foreigners are perceived as a threat to Danish culture, and while I understood this viewpoint upon first arriving and experiencing the novelty of Danish society, the multi-ethnic neighborhoods and areas not strictly 'Danish' or European have offered the most refreshing view into the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I've missed in the past month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Television.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm not a huge TV watcher, but the fact that the Olympics are halfway over and I have yet to watch a single event is literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; me.  The TV in our bloc is broken and/or missing; in addition, Danes simply don't seem to care about the Olympics.  Out at a pub, they were playing everything but the Olympics: football, hockey, even an old movie at one point (who goes to a pub to watch a movie?).  Also, I simply miss being able to have the TV on in the background every so often. BBC World to keep me just a little more informed when I don't have time to read the news. The Food Network too, although I think the adventures that go down in our kitchen are more than enough for a program of its own.  Speaking of which, I made pasta carbonara yesterday! Without pancetta, but Danish bacon as a substitute ain't too shabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Speaking the native language.&lt;/span&gt;  Sure, Danes all speak impeccable English, some better than Americans I know, but Danish is very much the national language.  Even with the knowledge that you could just initiate a conversation in English, it is very alienating to be unable to understand the conversations around you, the announcements on the train, the nutrition facts on the cereal you buy.  However, it's also reinspired my desire to learn languages and stressed the importance of language as a bridge into a culture.  I speak Chinese to my parents now whenever they call.  I talk to Chinese students I meet doing laundry in my kollegium.  I try out the little Danish I've learned on the Danes I live with.  I have conversations with students from Spain (though they usually want to improve their English, so it generally becomes Spanglish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It seems I like a lot more things than I've missed in the past month.  I'll take that as a good sign for the coming months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-6651538731481470048?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6651538731481470048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=6651538731481470048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6651538731481470048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6651538731481470048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-are-some-things-ive-been-obsessed.html' title='Lesson in blogging efficiency.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S37RzTT4g8I/AAAAAAAAEio/zfSJFnLqOBQ/s72-c/DSC01812edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-4395804810878463858</id><published>2010-02-15T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:47:20.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>god mondag på nørrebro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mondays are long - class runs from 8:30 in the morning to 6 in the evening, with a scant few hours tossed in as a break.  While it sounds torturous, Mondays usually also tend to be the most productive and pass most quickly, usually with the aid of coffee and plenty of work with which to occupy the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an especially busy Monday as I had done absolutely no work over the weekend (yet a day trip to Sweden and consumption of far too much beer were clearly a priority).  It has been enormously difficult to get anything productive done here, let alone anything for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;real world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, such as job applications and making plans for the future.  Which is why I was so proud when I successfully finished and faxed out my application for an internship at NPR today, just before going to class at the University of Copenhagen.  Despite the near impossibility of actually getting it, it was such a sense of achievement to actually finish something tangible and put myself out there.  If anything, the fact that it was such a reach freed me more to be myself, since the main concern for me was not actually getting the post but finishing something that was true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I scrambled with my limited time frame between classes, the finished product I faxed out at least felt complete, something I could be satisfied with. Walking to class afterwards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was refreshing, revitalizing, even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was already 15 minutes late (but as it's a 3-hour lecture course, 15 minutes is negligible).  It was nice to be back in the city, out in the fresh air and snow, being frustrated at the general absence of pedestrian right-of-way but at the same time not all too worried about the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class (which was actually quite interesting in covering torture and transitional justice, concepts I had been introduced to in South Africa), an evening of celebratory unwinding was in order.  I met up with friends close by in the city where we enjoyed a highly affordable Mediterranean buffet.  The American love for all things cheap and all things all-you-can-eat combined with the fact that we hadn't eaten since 11 o'clock led us to shovel our food with no mercy, much to the horror of our cruelly outnumbered European friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following an overindulgent feast (complete with wine and dessert), we trekked to Nørrebro, a district known for its multi-ethnic community in a city of daunting homogeneity.  A sketchier part of town, where some of our first welcoming sights included "Satan" graffitied on the walls, but one with definite character and much to offer to locals and visitors alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a bar called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cafe Blågårds Apotek, where there's live jazz music and free entry on Mondays.  Inside, it was crowded and warm, a haven from the frigid evening; the music was vibrant, atmosphere was cozy, and a good time seemed to be had by all.  Hip, friendly bartenders greeted us with refreshing beers and engaging banter; the intimate environment made it feel more like sharing a living room with old and new friends alike than being out on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I spent around 15 hours in the city today, and while I was exhausted upon finally returning home for the first time since 7:30 AM, it was a god mondag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-4395804810878463858?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4395804810878463858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=4395804810878463858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4395804810878463858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4395804810878463858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/godt-mondag.html' title='god mondag på nørrebro.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-597705295176969745</id><published>2010-01-25T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:24:27.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>(This Bird Has Flown)</title><content type='html'>These days I feel like I'm not even in school. Granted half of my classes have not begun yet, but for now I often find myself with hours to spend exploring the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only class today finished at 10, and I was left with an entire day ahead of me without assignments or engagements. On top of this sense of complete freedom, it was a beautiful day - the sun was out in its full glory (only its third appearance since I've arrived). Savoring the extra vitamin D, I wandered away from the busy city centre toward the quiet streets of north Copenhagen. Through the snow-covered Royal Gardens and beyond to the small streets lined with colorfully painted apartments and finally reaching the distinctive yellow buildings of Nyboder - I walked and walked, taking photographs of charming scenes, storing still-lifes in my memory along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S36etXektmI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/tiBd4XN__U0/s1600-h/DSC_0717copyedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S36etXektmI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/tiBd4XN__U0/s400/DSC_0717copyedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439959902143690338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, I could no longer feel my ears. Longing for a haven where I could rest and read, I stumbled upon Hovedbiblioteket, Copenhagen's Central Library. Inside I found a modern building bustling with people of all ages and backgrounds, less like a library and more a center of activity. Even better, I found a respectable collection of literature in English. Imagine my joy when I discovered they had included in their collection a number of books by Murakami, whom I had just gotten into before leaving home. I had plowed through half of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/span&gt; before I had to give it up since it was a library copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hovedbiblioteket did not have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kafka&lt;/span&gt;, so I picked up a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norwegian Wood&lt;/span&gt; instead, settled myself in an empty chair, and read for hours, just as Murakami's Kafka did. In many ways, I found myself in his characters. There was a certain shared sense of isolation from being in a new place without the comforts of old friends and family, without the connections that come so easily in familiar places. And in a sense, this is Murakami's greatest achievement - the idea that we are all connected in our solitude, that despite our great loneliness at times, we are all living in the same world, subject to the same humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read and read until hunger beckoned me home to cook dinner. Without an official Danish ID yet and thus unable to check out books, I simply took note of my page number and returned the book to the shelf, looking forward to the next time I would be reacquainted with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days here like this one have been simple, healthier, stripped of the excesses and easy distractions of life at home. Having been without power in my room for the past several days save for one desk lamp and two outlets, I've gotten used to using less electricity. I take showers in the dark. I don't cook with salt simply because there isn't any in the kitchen and I can do without it. I read during the day, go to class for a few hours, walk, explore the city, travel on the weekends, socialize in the evenings, and all in all lead a pretty simple life here. It might change in the coming weeks, but for now, life's never been so peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-597705295176969745?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/597705295176969745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=597705295176969745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/597705295176969745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/597705295176969745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-days-i-feel-like-im-not-even-in.html' title='(This Bird Has Flown)'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/S36etXektmI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/tiBd4XN__U0/s72-c/DSC_0717copyedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-1084692960644952830</id><published>2010-01-25T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:22:46.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>winter in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="entry"&gt; 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Thus began today's adventure strolling down the cobblestone streets of Copenhagen, where 17th-century architecture and modern design sit side by side like old friends, creating a disparate harmony only achievable in a city like Copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day on Strøget, the longest pedestrian shopping street in Europe conveniently located just a street over from where I go to class. While Copenhagen is one of the most expensive cities in the world, clothing is surprisingly affordable right now, perhaps due to the giant sales that go on in the month of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cooltownstudios.com/images/copenhagen-stroget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cooltownstudios.com/images/copenhagen-stroget.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Strøget, the pedestrian shopping street, not my photo. Imagine more snow and heavier coats and that is what it looks like right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the great deals and quality shops, it's the small pleasures that make leisurely walks in the city so delightful. Charming outdoor flower shops sit on the street, boasting a remarkable array of fresh flowers. Bakeries and sandwich shops adorn the city, flooding the air with the warm aromas of freshly baked bread and unparalleled pastries. Perhaps the greatest delight was the fact that it was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon and the streets were packed with locals already celebrating the end of the work week, a testament to a collective culture that values leisure over working extra hours. And so it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a stop at a red light as I approached Magasin du Nord, where I encountered a most peculiar sight. There was not a single car, not even a bike on the street or anywhere within sight, yet a whole row of people on each side of the street stood patiently waiting for their turn to cross, as if the street were congested with speeding traffic. For an outsider to the culture, it was a marvelous revelation. Even on such a non-issue, their collective way of thinking remains present. They respect the rules and one another, they abide by global-minded structures, and their society benefits remarkably in efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copenhagen is filled with such foreign yet comforting encounters. Perhaps most striking is the sight of unattended babies in strollers left on the street as their mothers shop inside. A shocking sign of negligence in America and most other parts of the world, an everyday practice in the safe and civilized society of Denmark. It almost feels like a Utopian bubble at times, and it's sad to think of such a culture &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1997/05/14/nyregion/toddler-left-outside-restaurant-is-returned-to-her-mother.html"&gt;colliding&lt;/a&gt; with the corruption everywhere in the world today. But for now, it's these little oddities reminiscent of such an admirable society that make me feel so refreshingly at home in this city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-4433808892778070107?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4433808892778070107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=4433808892778070107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4433808892778070107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4433808892778070107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeg-studerer-i-strget.html' title='Jeg studerer i Strøget.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-3421115671695549399</id><published>2009-09-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:30:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering vagabond</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have graced this blog with a post.  Lots has happened since then.  I traveled to Africa.  I worked with refugees.  I saw the ugly face of corruption and injustice in everyday life.  I adventured.  I freed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began this blog with a vague intention of making it into something with a focus.  For a while it seemed to be an entertainment blog of sorts, collecting relevant posts or published interviews and reviews from my time as an entertainment writer for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Daily Texan&lt;/span&gt;.  This however limited my expression to one realm, which, for someone who is overwhelmingly fascinated with such a broad range of subjects as well as finding beauty in the everyday world around me, was a paralysis, a locked-in syndrome of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spreading myself across a slew of new social sites, all designed for strangely specific purposes, and even contemplating starting multiple blogs to serve all my interests and pursuits, I found myself lost in an increasingly fragmented internet world, extending and categorizing my existence but losing a sense of identity along the way.  Innovation has created a postmodern nightmare; progress has led to a &lt;a href="http://mashable.com/2009/09/07/trapped-girls-facebook/"&gt;regression&lt;/a&gt; in human wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I return home to my kind old blog, abandoning the overambitious intent of creating an interest-specific blog in favor of the original purpose: expressing the beautiful profundity I happen to find in life and all its pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post catches me at a conflicting crossroads in my life.  Strong passions for various subjects will lead me on varying pathways in life, but they leave me currently agonizing over which to choose and wondering if I even have to choose.  But that makes the journey all the more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-3421115671695549399?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3421115671695549399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=3421115671695549399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/3421115671695549399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/3421115671695549399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/somewhere-over-rainbow-lies-wonderful.html' title='wandering vagabond'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-4497206534700833428</id><published>2009-03-25T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:12:49.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Where the Wild Things Are</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I had no childhood and managed to grow up without ever reading (or recalling) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, somewhere out there, Spike Jonze did have a childhood and has now apparently recreated the beloved classic in all its nostalgic glory. The trailer captures in all its simplicity the innocence, fear, imagination, unconditional hope, love, and above all, pure magic of childhood. Driven by a beautiful recording of Arcade Fire's "Wake Up," it reaffirms the power of music, film, and stories to constantly inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="237" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/9813"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/9813" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="237" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the film's as beautiful as the trailer, Spike may have just given me a childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-4497206534700833428?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4497206534700833428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=4497206534700833428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4497206534700833428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4497206534700833428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-wild-things-are.html' title='Where the Wild Things Are'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-6426680419974541334</id><published>2009-03-24T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:42:41.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SXSW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Post-SXSW</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple days since SXSW concluded, and there's a warm feeling in my heart that people all over the world now are looking back fondly on their experiences, missing the Austin streets overcrowded with bands, music fans, journalists, hipsters, photographers - people of all human threads from all human lands united in a shared enthusiasm for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few visual highlights from SXSW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GovPMgzPcT9em4SJyT12fw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalxTENJPI/AAAAAAAACeA/lGXWY7VFHgA/s400/DSC_1606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: 410px; height: 273px; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OhaCxG5agc8HEgEWSPvfvg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalyVohSxI/AAAAAAAACeI/oATJdL_upns/s400/DSC_1562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parenthetical Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e1mPh3k5-uRIMUKruMMYDA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScakXj9jOkI/AAAAAAAACSw/rcaVTdraNj0/s400/DSC_1570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KVRXplosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninjasonik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uMOo-RKoWYmqzsbNPXFR5w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scal73QjnVI/AAAAAAAACfY/ytI2E1plv1E/s400/DSC_1609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at dem hipsterz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K8RBd1v26ItyVjq2wlLX7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scal-ZFrybI/AAAAAAAACf4/8xz8moiBwhw/s400/DSC_1610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Motel Motel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OzFPtIUrxyuO3yXNCkOVsA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScaloiUUGCI/AAAAAAAACc8/6pSxNCDmM9Y/s400/DSC_1634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fomIOJJAwvWCjw5wCkFK4w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalxpgBg-I/AAAAAAAACeE/dS7s3fYjZSo/s400/DSC_1636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harlem Shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sDhI0rmxtbJbzGFnRBLhzg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scak0pFOz1I/AAAAAAAACWg/NoMTBvu24jg/s400/DSC_1667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MUEQZAyMDq1SC4JQZ3TddQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scal0rfl87I/AAAAAAAACeY/h6DOW_dMn3A/s400/DSC_1680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qirULns3f_cfACnHXGLJOQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scaka9EhA4I/AAAAAAAACTI/bGOnEURERCw/s400/DSC_1688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tQVzflMk9s8o_Btf0RFRYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalNY7jzhI/AAAAAAAACZs/YzryEq4yoJE/s400/DSC_1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RmiWgESq-TFElNn5_QLP2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalWCV87EI/AAAAAAAACaw/G8BbneowIcQ/s400/DSC_1700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LT4kgs3-H-vEttjbXuZmgA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScakexMnhJI/AAAAAAAACTw/7dRbS8znmNs/s400/DSC_1716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pete &amp;amp; the Pirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XI5owt00dFFPtz-ccv1Qvg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scak_4nHsxI/AAAAAAAACX8/pkrjnMaZ86g/s400/DSC_1722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JRsMH4xlWYdrK6FBQYyCNQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scalm8nROwI/AAAAAAAACcw/0MR40ODBDMg/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Spinto Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ltO3Oy1JJsHY92B2nMgjlQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scak_cic2FI/AAAAAAAACX4/hLurEnE99_E/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W2i8kolP_tSsFUWyb93ruQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scakjdcd6nI/AAAAAAAACUQ/9EI8HTE0N2I/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hymns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ptv4bOQnQYOO12PZ-RUoxA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScakZORScuI/AAAAAAAACS4/EmJnsNVvULc/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AD4YG3QK13rn5IlveqltyA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Scak2Wo48eI/AAAAAAAACW0/r25CS7B1N2A/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8KEMqGk5IKsjDaZli9dRsQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalVTpeffI/AAAAAAAACao/3JaRjEXnqvI/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harlem Shakes (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BpCINAadYWVXjjq8qIJ-4Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScakelAj-NI/AAAAAAAACTs/bBA-bBWjBfQ/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their show gives new meaning to orgasmic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s9qRWVbPL8LMlg_VMu5UAA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScakyBEFXXI/AAAAAAAACWI/FjZ4nGi1bQ0/s400/DSC_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7oPl_M4T1Xxrd2QadOe3xw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalLK6CdBI/AAAAAAAACZU/CRYDAOzftrM/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Austin during SXSW is a sight to behold - a sea of plaid and Ray-Ban glasses overflowing with a remarkable enthusiasm for music felt in every corner of the city. Over a thousand bands from all over the world, all thrilled to be there and even more thrilled to see the same shows we're thrilled to see. The interaction you can have with artists is unmatched - it's a unique experience being able to wait in lines, enjoy shows, and rave about music with the bands you respect - and seeing the mutual respect between artists is inspiring. There's something truly special felt in this overarching, free-flowing love for music, and it's an atmosphere recreated nowhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost makes me reconsider my original plan to spend next spring abroad.  Almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-6426680419974541334?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6426680419974541334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=6426680419974541334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6426680419974541334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6426680419974541334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/sxsw.html' title='Post-SXSW'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/ScalxTENJPI/AAAAAAAACeA/lGXWY7VFHgA/s72-c/DSC_1606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-4718097998979742270</id><published>2009-03-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:13:20.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SXSW'/><title type='text'>Arms, SXSW 2009</title><content type='html'>Along with playing the countless shows scheduled this week for Harlem Shakes, guitarist Todd Goldstein has a side project he'll be showcasing to Austin this year. Arms, Goldstein's solo venture, puts aside the soaring melodies of the Shakes to embrace a more lo-fi sound - and the results are stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids Aflame&lt;/span&gt;, the debut album released last summer, is filled with both quiet moments of dreamy, sublime melodies and loud peaks of energetic rock. Todd spoke to me a couple weeks ago from a van full of Harlem Shakes en route to D.C. to continue their tour that eventually brought them to Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=todd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/todd.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did this solo project come about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing Arms actually before I started playing with Harlem Shakes.  I moved to New York in 2004, and I had kind of been creatively strained – I hadn’t written songs in over a year.  So as soon as I came to New York I started calling it Arms. It’s mostly been home-recorded things and all of it kind of got compiled into the record I put together this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What influenced the writing of this album?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really the music I listened to. There’s always the personal element that finds its way into the album. But the music that got me writing again was something that was really close to me, that pulled me up out of a lot of the personal tough times. Music that kind of sounds like that to me is Low, shoegazer, Neil Young, people who sound really lonely. I started having all these ideas, these stories with these kind of angry people, so a fantasy element found its way in. Very little, if any of the stories on the record are anything that actually happened to me. It started becoming fiction at the end, which I kind of liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What defining moments influenced your musical career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely moving to New York. And playing in Harlem Shakes. I think both of those were really big things. Finding the nerve to start writing again and discovering that there was this other thing inside of me that I hadn’t really been accessing. It started to just turn into something by the time I started playing guitar with Harlem Shakes, and from there it was a whole other thing, being part of a unit. I started writing more for myself as I was writing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How’s the writing process for a solo project compared to that in a band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m working by myself I kind of map out everything, start to finish. I really want it to be every bit my own imaginary world. I have all these ideas and I like trying to get them all myself. That would be the self-centered characteristic of it. In terms of the band, it’s a totally different thing. We’re this really democratic unit where we all hunker down around these very loose structures that our singer brings in. And we as a group knead it and pull it and push it around and throw things at it until it becomes a product of five people. Both processes are fantastically frustrating and fantastically rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think it’s interesting that artists seem to have different identities when they’re in different musical projects.  Would you say that’s the case?  What part of yourself do you associate with all the projects you’re involved in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a really good question. A friend of mine actually just pointed that out to me and told me that I was a different person performing with one band than with the other. I definitely have thought it myself, but to have it pointed out verified that. With Arms, I really like performing solo – I like to talk to the audience, give them a little show, be a lot more self-deprecating and low-key. And then with Harlem Shakes, I just really like to rock out and jump around and put on a show of a different character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listening to these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just listened to the new Grizzly Bear record for like the 15th time as a band.  Which is just like the best thing ever, we love it. It kind of makes us like jealous and happy and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you guys going to see them at SXSW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if we can get in, it just seems like it’d be impossible. But if we can, then god yes. Um, what else do I like?  I just downloaded the new Prodigy album, which is pretty fantastic. I really like dance music and techno and it’s kind of surprisingly really fucking great. (laughing) I listened to that at 9 AM this morning. (the rest of the Shakes start yelling suggestions now) And, Donald Byrd, this trumpet player, he’s got this album called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Perspective&lt;/span&gt; that we like to listen to. It’s a pretty amazing album. I annoyed everybody with They Might Be Giants earlier today. That’s one of my favorite bands of all time, but nobody else shares that with me in the band. They’re booing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you looking forward to at SXSW aside from playing your shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have my day job – I’m a copy writer for a record label called Ghostly International, which is an electronic music label and they have a couple of showcases with some really great artists I want to see. We’re also playing with a bunch of great bands – I’ve never seen Chairlift, I’ve never seen Titus Andronicus, I’m really excited to see them. I don’t know; we’ve just never been to SXSW. We were supposed to go for several years in a row now, and then like literally last minute, some crazy shit happened and we couldn’t go. And finally, we actually are going and playing, so the whole thing’s exciting. Every person in a band I’ve talked to says it’s like summer camp for rock bands. I just want to walk into the streets and see people from bands that I know and don’t know and point to people and be like, Hey you’re here too! Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arms will be kicking off the I Guess I'm Floating Day Party today at 2:00 at Scholz Garden. Catch Todd also in the many shows Harlem Shakes are playing throughout the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-4718097998979742270?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4718097998979742270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=4718097998979742270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4718097998979742270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4718097998979742270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/arms-at-sxsw.html' title='Arms, SXSW 2009'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-6522760572899207666</id><published>2009-03-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:13:47.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SXSW'/><title type='text'>Nonclassical, SXSW 2009</title><content type='html'>This year, SXSW will be showcasing a new movement emerging in London led by club-night label Nonclassical. Started in 2003 by composer/DJ Gabriel Prokofiev (yes, grandson of Sergei), Nonclassical breaks out of the constraints of a traditional classical setting, uniting strings with turntables in clubs and sparking a redefinition of musical forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists such as Thom Yorke, Hot Chip, Simon Tong (The Good, The Bad and The Queen, Gorillaz, The Verve), and John Maclean (The Beta Band, The Aliens) have all remixed pieces for the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Prokofiev, who will host and DJ the Nonclassical showcase, has experimented with various genres, producing dance, electro, and hip-hop music while also composing orchestral pieces and remixes of his own work. I caught up with Prokofiev last week while he was resting up for SXSW at home in London to explore the genre-blending nature of Nonclassical’s music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BG-44-17-8x6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/BG-44-17-8x6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gabriel Prokofiev photographed by Charlie Hopkinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What led you to found Nonclassical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started because I was really keen to find a way as a composer of getting new music I was writing out to people my own age group and to a younger audience. I wanted to set up a platform where posh classical music could be out in the real world rather than just stuck in the more traditional classical scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did your musical projects evolve over time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at school I was into pop music and I got hooked on the excitement of writing a melody. From then onwards I was always in bands and playing gigs. Besides that I was doing piano and studying music at school so I was doing classical music as well. Later when I finished a degree, I felt increasingly frustrated with the classical scene – it just felt really detached from the real world. But the thing with classical music is that you’ve got a bit more freedom. Strangely a lot of pop music, though seen as rebellious music, is actually very conservative. So many songs stick to the same formula, whereas with classical music, you're encouraged to go off and create your own approach, be more adventurous. That appealed to me, but at the same time when I did classical music I missed the communication you get with a wider, younger audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are tons of artists working today who have no formal musical training but who create immensely complex music. Do you think your training gives you a different perspective on modern music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never had a composition teacher that I really clicked with – I personally like to follow my feelings rather than be too technical about what I write. It can be helpful sometimes – I think maybe if you don’t have training it’s easier to fall into clichés or things that have already been done. It’s just a useful tool, but it’s not essential. What’s really important is originality of ideas. Sometimes it can be an advantage when you haven’t had training – you don’t feel you ought to do anything in particular and you come up with a newer approach. That’s how much of the most pioneering music of our century has come about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your music breaks out of the constraints of traditional music and shows highly intertextual threads – what do you think this has to say about the evolution of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for music to evolve it has to respond to the world it’s in and not be cut off from society. I think classical music in particular has evolved in a kind of academic way, where they’ve analyzed music and then shaped it in an intellectual manner. Whereas if you take movements like jazz or rock ‘n roll or dance music, they just slowly evolve from people influencing each other and you get something that is natural. I think it’s important for classical music to try to evolve in the same way. So I’m interested in experiencing all the other music that’s around and modern life and try to kind of let that seep into the music I’m making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your greatest influences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the usual suspects really, I imagine. Obviously I’ve got this well-known grandfather, and he was a big influence on me. I love Russian music – Stravinsky and more recently Schnittke. I like John Cage a lot as well. I like funk music – when I was a kid I bought all the Parliament-Funkadelic albums. Hip-hop music too, especially earlier hip-hop when it was less aggressive and less concerned with money and weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you looking forward to at SXSW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the atmosphere is incredible. I’ve been once before, I think 3 years ago. You can just go from venue to venue and experience such a range of different music, and the standards are so high, so that’s very inspiring. It makes you really aware of how many creative musicians there are out there. I haven’t even properly looked at the program yet, but I feel like you don’t really need to. You just know that you’ll stumble across things, probably things you’ve never heard of. And I think that’s the exciting thing. Similarly, I hope people will stumble into the Nonclassical night and be pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nonclassical brings its beats and strings stateside with a showcase on March 21 at The Tap Room, hosted and DJed by Gabriel Prokofiev and featuring the Elysian Quartet, John Matthias &amp;amp; Nick Ryan, and many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-6522760572899207666?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6522760572899207666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=6522760572899207666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6522760572899207666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6522760572899207666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/nonclassical-at-sxsw.html' title='Nonclassical, SXSW 2009'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-2873125999275000100</id><published>2009-03-18T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:14:02.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SXSW'/><title type='text'>10 Questions with The Spinto Band, SXSW 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spintopress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/spintopress.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw The Spinto Band perform three years ago with little knowledge of who they were and was instantly charmed by their infectious indie pop. Their live shows glow with ebullient melodies and multi-instrumental harmonies that simply radiate happiness. With six band members, a variety of instruments (including kazoos), and gleeful head-bopping rivaled only by the early Beatles, you'd have to be a real downer or a real music snob not to enjoy yourself at their show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to The Spinto Band last week while they were finishing up their tour in Europe before heading down to Austin for SXSW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spintolive.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/spintolive.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you describe your music for those who've never heard it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is 'Moonwink' different from 'Nice and Nicely Done'?  What shaped the writing of the new album?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Moonwink’ is a bit denser than 'Nice and Nicely Done'. It's tricky pop music with a high replay-value. I think the writing stemmed from the fact that we have six members in the band and attempting to create intricate arrangements that took advantage of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is the European tour?  How are crowds there different from those stateside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The European crowds have been very generous. German crowds, especially. When we perform, they shake like people at a high-school dance on a film set in the 1950s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your music and shows are just about the happiest I've ever experienced.  Is this just your style or are you guys just the happiest people in music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been playing around with the music program, Microsoft Songsmith, and it only has two sliders to affect the feel of the music. They are "happy" and "jazzy". On a purely superficial level, I think our music would be on the higher end of both of those knobs. I think on a personal level, we're all realists with a pinch of optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw you guys play a few years ago with Art Brut and We are Scientists. How was that tour and do you guys have any favorite bands that you've played with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about that tour the other day and how great it was...Honestly. If we gave awards for touring, that may win the best tour for bro-hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greatest influences outside of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Chef Morimoto, Stanley Kubrick, 2008 Philadelphia Phillies, El Chupacabra, Josef Albers, Theodore Roosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite activities to do on tour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge people of different cities and nationalities to bowling competitions. Also we like to sample the local cuisine, mainly local sodas, beer, and potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most rock 'n roll moment you've ever experienced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four out of six of us puking within hours of each other.  Not to mention our tour manager, who also puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most excited about for SXSW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shark-dance.blogspot.com/2009/03/spinto-bands-guide-to-free-stuff-at.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free stuff. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you guys still making films?  Ever considered coming to SXSW showcasing both film and music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still make videos often for our &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/spintoband"&gt;YouTube channel&lt;/a&gt;, but we can't imagine being at SXSW any longer than a weekend. Our bodies couldn't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will we ever hear any kazoo harmonies from you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fans just restocked our kazoo collection with hand-decorated kazoos, so that's a maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spinto Band play official SXSW showcases at SESAC Day Stage Café Austin Convention Center and Room 710 on Saturday, March 21 as well as free parties at Home Slice Pizza and Red House Pizzeria. Check spintoband.com for shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-2873125999275000100?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2873125999275000100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=2873125999275000100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/2873125999275000100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/2873125999275000100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/sxsw-2009-10-questions-with-spinto-band.html' title='10 Questions with The Spinto Band, SXSW 2009'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-1126235631344443686</id><published>2009-03-06T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:14:13.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SXSW'/><title type='text'>Harlem Shakes, SXSW 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=harlemshakes-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/harlemshakes-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been very attuned to the music scene recently, but Brooklyn's Harlem Shakes are one band I've been rather obsessed with for a few years now. It could be just because I happened to come across them or that they're just really fucking good (most likely a combination of both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Technicolor Health&lt;/span&gt;, drops on the 24th and reveals a cohesive, evolved sound distinct from their EP, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burning Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;, as well as earlier recordings. Forget the Strokes comparisons from 2005. The new music is rich with their signature vocal harmonies (everyone in the band sings) while radiating a new hope that distinguishes it from past music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been gaining overwhelming positive press for a while now, and they're finally playing SXSW this year (after a mishap with SXSW '07 when their scheduled show with Yoko Ono was cancelled). I spoke to lead singer Lexy Benaim this week, while Harlem Shakes were on tour in wintry Ohio (not to mention sick - yes every member was sick)  and longing for the warm sunshine of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=harlemshakes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/harlemshakes.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;L-R: Todd, Kendrick, Jose, Lexy, &amp;amp; Brent. Photo by &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_lblCaption"&gt;Elizabeth Weinberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you describe the Harlem Shakes’ sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d say our music sounds like the musical embodiment of prosperity in the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How’s life on tour been for you guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been really good. I think we kind of set out having to take it to a new level. I think we achieved the vision we were going for, which is a looser sound, not exactly like on the album so there are some surprises. We generally try to keep it free and loose, surprise each other by banging on things or playing things the others don’t know we’re gonna do - just keeping everybody energetic, and I think the crowd likes that too. If you do something you clearly don’t know you’re gonna do beforehand and surprise yourself, they’re gonna be surprised and excited too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have been your favorite cities to play? Does each city have a distinctly different feel, or do they all kind of become the same after a long time on tour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple cities stand out.  Different cities have different things going for them.  I like playing Montreal.  I don’t mean to kiss up, but I like playing Austin.  Chicago’s always been great.  Anywhere that’s a little strange in some way is always fun to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the main difference between playing in your hometown of New York as opposed to say Austin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you just know about a hundred people in the crowd. That’s always a little weird. We can definitely sell out bigger venues in New York than anywhere else and that’s good. But it’s a little weird recognizing the faces in the crowd, you always feel a little inhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you looking forward to most about SXSW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana pudding at Stubb’s Barbeque.  And also we’re playing a show on Saturday at Red-Eyed Fly with Chairlift, Titus Andronicus, and the comedian Eugene Mirman, so we’re really excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is your new album different from your past music? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it’s a lot more ambitious.  We worked a lot harder on it and took it more seriously.  It was a more intense, involved experience. The EP we made was after we’d been together for like 2 months. So this record is us in a much more evolved stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your new music and lyrics feel a lot more optimistic to me than your past music. Would that be a fair assessment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s true.  There is a kind of willful optimism.  I really think you’re right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What life experiences or changes inspired that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, so many. I feel like in the last two years we just lived so much.  So much shit happened, good and bad.  It’s almost like too much to process, and the only acceptable response for us was this kind of willful optimism in the face of this sea of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've noticed you revise and release different versions of many songs. You've recorded many different versions of “A Night” and you seem to have updated it and released it as “Sunlight.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has the same chorus.  It’s a pretty radically different song.  But I am a reviser.  My main background in studies are in literature and fiction, and revision is a very basic aspect of the form, and I take the same approach to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you've reached exactly what you want with a song and that it's finished, or is it never done and always open to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s done, but it’s almost always an arbitrary thing when it’s done. Nothing ever matches the Platonic ideal in your head, but sometimes it comes really close.  After a certain amount of time, you learn to accept it as its own thing, separate from you.  Just a thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your greatest musical influences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to say ones that aren’t so obvious.  Really like a lot of early 90s music.  Blur, Beta Band, Grandaddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your greatest influences outside of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of books and writers.  Those can be as strong as the music for me in some ways.  The Polish writer, Wisława Szymborska, I like her a lot.  Lately I’ve been reading only short stories by Leonard Michaels.  Seamus Heaney, the poet.  Who else?  Yeah, those are some favorites.  Another poet called Alex Nemser, who I went to college with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could form a supergroup with any other artists, dead or alive, who would you recruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Berman for lead vocals. Actually backup vocals for David Berman.  I would have Carlos Santana on lead guitar. Biggie Smalls on the rhymes. Who else would be in this magical band?  Elvin Jones on the drums. Bill Evans on piano.  And John from Deerhoof on guitar. And Satomi from Deerhoof on bass.  Yeah I think we might be a little eclectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you favorite songs to play on tour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m having a lot of fun playing “Technicolor Health.”  I’m also having a lot of fun playing this old song we reworked, “Old Flames.”  And I like playing “Wild World” by Cat Stevens in the dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you guys ever do covers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but we’re gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any in mind, who you want to cover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cover “Wild World” by Cat Stevens.  Oh, Cat Stevens would have been in my all-star band, but we have too many singers already. Too many egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harlem Shakes play an official SXSW showcase Thursday, March 19th at Red 7 along with numerous free shows and parties throughout the week. Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-1126235631344443686?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1126235631344443686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=1126235631344443686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1126235631344443686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1126235631344443686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/harlem-shakes-sxsw-interview.html' title='Harlem Shakes, SXSW 2009'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-4819230005974226725</id><published>2009-02-08T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:14:25.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Reflecting on Szerencsétlen</title><content type='html'>I was at Virgin Records in New York last spring when I was struck by a song playing unlike anything I'd ever heard.  It turned out to be "Szerencsétlen" by electronic artist Venetian Snares.  It opens like a contemporary classical composition, with sharp, fragmented strings and pizzicato, before erupting into an electronic frenzy.  Imagine an army of computers crashing into an orchestra.  It is remarkable how he unites discordant pieces (not to mention genres) into such harmonious music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brilliant fan-made video for the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vg52OSGmg7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vg52OSGmg7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really go wrong with Venetian Snares and the best cartoon series ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-4819230005974226725?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4819230005974226725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=4819230005974226725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4819230005974226725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/4819230005974226725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/szerencsetlen.html' title='Reflecting on Szerencsétlen'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-1137568834479979401</id><published>2008-11-18T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:15:05.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Control (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=control.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/control.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shadowplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Sam Riley is Ian Curtis in Anton Corbijn's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Photographer Anton Corbijn's debut film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Control&lt;/span&gt; manages to escape the conventions of biopics documenting the life and death of troubled rock stars.  Possibly it is the fact that Corbijn is foremost not a filmmaker but a figure deeply established in the story he is narrating, having photographed Joy Division and directed one of their videos before Ian Curtis's death, that makes the film so moving and raw in its account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Riley's Curtis is persuasive and utterly heartbreaking.  Troubled by emotional fragility and bouts of epilepsy, he is tortured by uncertainty, indecision, and the fact that life and its decisions are not defined by one clear right.  He cannot bring himself to leave Debbie, the woman he fell in love with and married too young (Samantha Morton), nor can he resist the beautiful Belgian woman he loves yet hardly knows (Alexandra Maria Lara, Riley's real-life companion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from love tearing him apart, he is disillusioned by the pressure of the band's swelling fame.  He longs for the simplicity of life before Joy Division's rise, a time when he could love without distortion - music, literature, his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot in black-and-white and with the aesthetic elegance that comes only from a photographer's eye, the film simply captures the heart and soul of Ian Curtis.  It does not loiter around creating background or making clear the progression of the band's success or the events of Curtis's life.  With these details disregarded,  Corbijn has ample room to explore the human tragedy of the singer's life, resulting in a film heartbreaking and profound in its narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film closes at the cemetery with a lovely shot as the camera slowly pans up until it lies just above the rooftops and gazes lingeringly into a blank, grey sky.  Joy Division's 'Atmosphere' continues throughout as we float above this worldly conception of death to something beyond, something as of yet undefined, and, most of all, something that holds great hope, creating a sense that the music Ian Curtis created with Joy Division transcends all the tragedy and pain, all the absurdity and gravity of mortal existence, both Curtis's and ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-1137568834479979401?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1137568834479979401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=1137568834479979401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1137568834479979401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1137568834479979401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/control-2007.html' title='Control (2007)'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-1884475820125916378</id><published>2008-11-14T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:15:16.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>A Surrealist Fantasy about Reality</title><content type='html'>After trekking through a portal into John Malkovich’s brain, challenging the boundaries of self-reflexivity in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adaptation&lt;/span&gt;, and ultimately undergoing memory erasure in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt;, we end up in Charlie Kaufman’s latest cerebral romp, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Synecdoche, New York&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=this.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/this.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspecting miniscule art or human existence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marking his directorial debut, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Synecdoche&lt;/span&gt; offers Kaufman at his “Kaufman”-est, with no filters installed by Michel Gondry or Spike Jonze. The result is a film unrelenting in its complexity, persistently confusing, absurd, surreal, heartbreaking, and, above all, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film’s protagonist, playwright Caden Cotard (played brilliantly by Philip Seymour Hoffman), suffers fears regarding his mortality and the pressure of achieving something meaningful before dying. Earning a prestigious MacArthur theater grant, he finally gets his chance to create a massive play that will cement his legacy to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon embarking on this task, however, his vision grows larger and larger until he abandons his old reality to live in the reality he created. He is living in a play about his life creating a play, and new characters are brought in to play old characters, leading to uncertainty over what is reality and what is his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than try to understand the physical complexities of the film, we should appreciate that Kaufman has crafted a reality that is simultaneously absurd and deeply poignant. He offers plentiful humor, usually in the form of nonchalant acceptances of painful truths many of us don’t like to acknowledge. However, even in the midst of such pessimistic realism, he presents beautifully understated moments of life’s simple grandeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaufman offers a philosophical view of reality, the world, and our human existence within both. Using his films as texts, one can delve into his view of human experience: that there simply are no solutions or explanations, no matter what we try to do to create one. Though this appears to be the track to despair or nihilism, within Kaufman’s narratives also lies an unbounded optimism in finding profundity in the everyday existence that connects us as a human race. His stories tend to end with a twist that lands the protagonists far from conventional happiness, yet manages to be oddly uplifting in its depiction of life’s many ironies – and this film is no exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-1884475820125916378?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1884475820125916378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=1884475820125916378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1884475820125916378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/1884475820125916378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/synecdoche-new-york-surrealist-fantasy.html' title='A Surrealist Fantasy about Reality'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-6791808439873738338</id><published>2008-10-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:16:02.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>All in a week's work.</title><content type='html'>Things I've done in the past week:&lt;br /&gt;1. Interviewed Stifler.&lt;br /&gt;2. Received the gospel from Charlie Kaufman.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been plunged into the deepest depths of the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Film Festival took place this past week, and though I was out of town for a quarter of it and busy for the rest of it, I did happen to catch a special screening and perform an interview, which amounted to a more than sufficient amount of excitement for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning, I traveled to the Four Seasons downtown for a chat with writer-director David Wain and actors Seann William Scott and Jane Lynch of the new comedy 'Role Models,' which premiered at AFF on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=role-models-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/role-models-poster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd caught an earlier screening before the AFF premiere - I enjoyed the film, but maybe not as much as I enjoyed my specially reserved press seat next to Ain't it Cool News. All pretentiousness aside, I did like the movie - nothing too memorable, but enough healthy laughs to keep me entertained for 99 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DavidWain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/DavidWain.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Director David Wain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=role_models06_002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/role_models06_002.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seann William Scott, Paul Rudd, and Jane Lynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Wain, Seann William Scott, and Jane Lynch were endlessly gracious and hilarious.  You can find our conversation &lt;a href="http://dailytexanonline.com/life_arts/interview_fresh_hilarity_in_role_models_garners_acclaim"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Only when I began transcribing the interview did I realize that more than half the conversation I had recorded would not fit in a print interview, so what you see is probably a quarter of the banter.  A few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David, this film is quite different from some of the work you’re most well known for (“Wet Hot American Summer”, “Stella”). How was the experience doing this type of big-budget comedy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  I had caviar. I had gold-plated cameras. I had “fluffers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWS:  I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  It’s just different type of material, definitely a different machine behind it, but the actual process of making the movie itself was exactly the same. It’s still just figuring out the best actors, figuring out the best way to tell the story. The tools you have to tell the story no matter what the budget are the same. It was a great experience learning the other side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The film had a great cast. And there were many actors that had worked with David Wain and with each other before. What was the dynamic like on set – did you all get along great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWS:  It was funny – I hadn’t had a chance to work with any of the cast before. But it was really great for me; I’m a huge movie buff and I’d been a fan of the “alternative comedy.” “Wet Hot American Summer” is one of my favorite comedies, so it was a big opportunity to work with all the guys. But it did seem like all these people knew each other, so at times I kind of felt like the new kid at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  We beat him up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWS:  They raped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  Then we realized that he was a lot bigger than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of you have played some memorable comedic characters. How similar are you to these characters? Any disclaimers you’d like to present about roles you’ve played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL:  I don’t think I could do something if it wasn’t in me somewhere.  You know, I choose not to lead with the type of narcissism that [her “Role Models” character] Sweeney has, but it’s right under the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  How similar are you to your character in “40 Year Old Virgin”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL:  I don’t have any of the sexual entitlement.  But I do have power issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  Do you ever just count up your IMDB number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL:  On a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DW:  I read about myself on the Internet every day.  I get Google alerts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Side note: It looks like we've neglected him, but Paul Rudd is in this movie. I was originally scheduled to interview him last week, but he pulled out due to a family emergency.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now #2 and 3 on my list of things I've done this week all pertain to the Tuesday night  AFF premiere of Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut, 'Synecdoche, New York' at the Paramount.  Coincidentally, Tuesday's word of the day on dictionary.com was none other than synecdoche!  Fate?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=synecdoche-new-york-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/synecdoche-new-york-poster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/?action=view&amp;amp;current=synecdoche-ny-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb43/temp689/synecdoche-ny-poster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't decide which poster I like more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaufman himself was present at the screening, performing a Q&amp;amp;A session following the film.  The prospect of having him there to sort of elucidate the film was inevitably a futile endeavor - that man is simply on another plane of thought.  At times he could hardly comprehend the simple questions the audience presented, and other times he was purposefully enigmatic, believing the power of the film lies in its subjectivity and ability to transform over time.  Kaufman is undoubtedly the most cerebral and intellectual screenwriter working in the industry today, and though he gave little or no answers, he was a pleasure to be in the presence of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the film itself, a review is in the works, and an overall very positive one.  Conflicting reviews have been surfacing, from those blindly applauding its merits to those dismissing it as pretentious dribble.  Personally, I see absolutely nothing pretentious about Kaufman's films - he merely strives to portray the deepest, most basic truths about the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Synecdoche, New York' opens today in New York and Los Angeles; 'Role Models' opens November 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-6791808439873738338?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6791808439873738338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=6791808439873738338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6791808439873738338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/6791808439873738338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-in-weeks-work.html' title='All in a week&apos;s work.'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-8167334335423162005</id><published>2008-08-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:21:14.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics of advertising</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker for the Olympics, and this year's games have been far more epic than I could have imagined.  Even though it's taking place in a city that arguably doesn't deserve the Olympics, the games and performances themselves have not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many moments, ups and downs, that will live on.  Phelps' record-breaking eight golds, including phenomenal individual races that just showcase his physical refusal to lose a race, even if it means a win by .01 seconds that is incomprehensible even when watched in slow motion.  Lezak's remarkable turn that won U.S. the 4x100 freestyle against France.  The Greek gods of swimmers we had at this year's games: Phelps, Lochte, Peirsol, etc.  Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson's 1-2 win in all-around gymnastics, especially Nastia's tearful smile as she stood atop the podium - pure Olympic glory right there.  Sasha Artemev's rousing pommel horse routine that ensured U.S. men's team bronze, followed by his upsetting fall in individual competition that took away a medal he had clear potential to win.  Liu Xiang, a hero in China and an inspiration as first Asian to win gold in a track event, pulling out of this year's competition, in devastating pain as a hurt Achilles heel tore him away from his dream of defending his title in his home country among a packed stadium of expectant fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the Olympics always comes a bevy of memorable ad campaigns.  The winner this year is Visa's 'GO WORLD', boosted by beautiful, inspiring images of the Olympics and Morgan Freeman's God-voiced narration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite by far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bk7QbKGgsm8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bk7QbKGgsm8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1V22PebTiik&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1V22PebTiik&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant advertising right there.  Such simple, eloquent truths that remind us why we need and love the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visa's always been consistently impressive in their ads. One of my favorite commercials was the 'Life takes Visa' campaign that came out during the 2006 Winter Olympics.  Unfortunately, I can't find it anywhere in large or embeddable form, but there is a small video available on the website portfolio of &lt;a href="http://www.mophonics.com/"&gt;Mophonics&lt;/a&gt;, who composed its music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the current love for Nastia Liukin, gymnastics all-around champion whose aesthetic grace has been unsurpassed this year, here is a lovely 'Impossible is Nothing' Adidas ad from 2004 featuring a 13-year-old Nastia and Nadia Comaneci, which has greater impact now following Nastia's gold medal win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5NRHIDqZKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5NRHIDqZKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight from this Olympic season's batch of advertisements is Nike's 'Courage', featuring The Killers' 'All These Things I've Done.' I'm not a big fan of the band, but I am a fan of the song and it is used perfectly in this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ae3tFI8wXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ae3tFI8wXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's not Olympics related aside from coming out during the games, but United Airlines has been producing beautiful ads for their new business class that stand out due to their lovely, dreamlike aesthetic and wonderful use of Gershwin's 'Rhapsody in Blue':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fcwXzctIZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fcwXzctIZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE's been doing a series of Olympics/China related commercials and this charming 'Healthcare Re-imagined' advert is currently everywhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXrNRk8G_F0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXrNRk8G_F0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics, along with its advertising, is always the highlight of the season, almost becoming a drug as its conclusion always results in a sense of great loss, for nothing ever seems worth watching without the inspiring unity of the Olympic games.  Together we witness the creation of sublime moments that will last a lifetime, see lives defined in an instant, whether it is experiencing the elation of years of hard work paying off and ambitions being fulfilled or feeling the painful defeat of dreams shattered in a split second.  The entire spectrum of the human experience is displayed magnificently in the Olympics, and for those two weeks, all the world is united in common admiration for the pure achievement of humanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's withdrawal will definitely be a difficult one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-8167334335423162005?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8167334335423162005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=8167334335423162005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/8167334335423162005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/8167334335423162005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='The Olympics of advertising'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-3447357166700057214</id><published>2008-05-26T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:16:25.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669727571337026"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYjWORX0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Az-U7EGI0zo/s400/DSC00439_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my obligatory post on seeing Radiohead live.  Twice, in fact.  I realize this is coming more than a week after the fact, which is ridiculous considering my ridiculous love for Radiohead.  Anyway, I went to the Houston show on May 17th and then the Dallas show the following day, which sounds a bit crazy, but was entirely worth it!  Here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from the Houston show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202666583655274834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOVsWORWVI/AAAAAAAAABg/eAlUYOcX56U/s400/DSC00350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiohead heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202666587950242146"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOVsmORWWI/AAAAAAAAABo/OHulJxkDnSs/s400/DSC00351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hardcore fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202666587950242162"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOVsmORWXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-eG4cehjKWM/s400/DSC00354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noel fielding, is that you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADIOHEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202668632354675570"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOXjmORW3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kQPhOyRr4Jk/s400/DSC00379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jonny on 'pyramid song'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202668795563432978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOXtGORXBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-Wt08vIeOU8/s400/DSC00389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202668881462778994"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOXyGORXHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/10BmTrA8FMw/s400/DSC00395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thom and jonny on 'faust arp'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669083326242098"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOX92ORXTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nvqqny5cziU/s400/DSC00407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;videotape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669156340686194"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYCGORXXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ySRNJenqa-o/s400/DSC00411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669285189705186"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYJmORXeI/AAAAAAAAALo/UdFyBV-vPGU/s400/DSC00418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there there', ridiculously amazing live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669409743756882"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYQ2ORXlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KGAH_XM_lZk/s400/DSC00425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669482758200978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYVGORXpI/AAAAAAAAANE/fidCwANAEyM/s400/DSC00429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following four pictures are 'planet telex', amazing lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669684621664034"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYg2ORXyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/f6e4TIbslHw/s400/DSC00438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669710391467826"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYiWORXzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/KEs2WBTCymQ/s400/DSC00439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669753341140818"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYk2ORX1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/NJ7zIOZ5cKs/s400/DSC00440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202669804880748402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYn2ORX3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/4uzRvQxeJHA/s400/DSC00441_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thom's eye during 'you and whose army?' just hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202670058283819138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOY2mORYII/AAAAAAAAARI/QSiNE4e8nRo/s400/DSC00458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is idioteque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202670230082511122"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOZAmORYRI/AAAAAAAAASU/XKE5-RL8Zkk/s400/DSC00467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202670247262380322"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOZBmORYSI/AAAAAAAAASc/oxsCuP67-R8/s400/DSC00468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still idioteque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202670358931530114"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOZIGORYYI/AAAAAAAAATM/H1xRlvycnTM/s400/DSC00474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202670380406366610"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOZJWORYZI/AAAAAAAAATU/vOqCCslJnlg/s400/DSC00475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a bow, dear lovable genius mr. thom yorke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/malory.lee/RadioheadHouston/photo#5202670401881203106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOZKmORYaI/AAAAAAAAATg/Ax-E53H_PAI/s400/DSC00476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Definitely the most perfect band I will ever see live.  As you can see from the photos, the show was visually stunning.  In a respectable effort to reduce carbon emissions on their tour, Radiohead created an energy-saving, LED-lit stage, which provided for one hell of a visual experience.  The lights and visual elements gave greater life to the music and elevated the whole concert experience, making this tour possibly their best series of shows ever.  Leave it to Radiohead to create a groundbreaking concert that's both the most environmentally innovative and overall brilliant show I've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the two setlists, I had a near perfect Radiohead experience.  I was pleasantly surprised with how much they changed it up within just two nights.  Houston saw some untraditional choices from albums like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Computer&lt;/span&gt; ('Lucky' and 'Climbing Up The Walls'), but they were fantastic to see and hear live.  'Planet Telex' was an absolute thrill; the lights were most incredible on this track, the energy was enlivening.  Played toward the end of the concert when I had given up hope of hearing anything from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bends&lt;/span&gt;, this live performance truly gave new life to the song and to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas saw more classics as well as a few personal favorites not played in Houston, which were amazing to see in concert.  Notable were 'Bangers &amp;amp; Mash', on which Thom played drums, and 'A Wolf at the Door', on which I nearly exploded.  They opened their first encore with 'Fake Plastic Trees', the most beautiful concert experience I've ever had.  The entire audience was alit in a sea of lighters, everyone peacefully united in love of the music.  With 'Exit Music' and 'The Bends' finishing off the 1st encore, it was almost overwhelming.  Their closer, 'Paranoid Android', fulfilled everything and sent me home in a state of euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were great songs played both nights as well.  Much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt; (all of it was played in Dallas).  'There There' - probably one of the greatest songs to see live, with Ed and Jonny both taking up drums.  'Idioteque' (Thom dancing), 'The National Anthem', 'Pyramid Song' (Jonny playing his guitar with a bow), 'You and Whose Army?' (hilarious comic relief as the camera zoomed in on Thom's eyes + great great song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from how amazing this tour is, I really feel lucky to have been able to see them at this point of their career.  Through their setlist, spanning all their albums with the expected exception of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pablo Honey&lt;/span&gt;, you can really witness the fluid evolution of their music throughout the years and marvel at the consistent brilliance of it despite its intensely varied nature.  You also get to see the band revisit all these creative moments in their past, with the same passion and emotional intensity, from their present state, one that seems much more at peace with themselves, freed from the tensions that plagued previous parts of their career and genuinely enjoying themselves.  It's a beautiful thing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I've fulfilled one of my life goals: to see Radiohead at least once in my life.  It has also given rise to another life goal: to see Radiohead &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as many times as possible&lt;/span&gt; within my lifetime.  I can't wait till the next show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-3447357166700057214?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3447357166700057214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=3447357166700057214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/3447357166700057214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/3447357166700057214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/radiohead.html' title='Radiohead'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/malory.lee/SDOYjWORX0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Az-U7EGI0zo/s72-c/DSC00439_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4562109151168235304.post-2436331647555952778</id><published>2008-05-01T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:01:15.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>As the academic year's ending, I'm constantly trying to find a satisfying conclusion, some sense of resolution or at least acknowledgment that it's the end.   It hasn't come for the most part.  Everyone's always so eagerly looking forward to new beginnings instead of realizing that something quite significant, no matter good or bad, is always coming to an end right before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was least expecting it, Professor Jensen (Critical Issues in Journalism) hit me with the conclusion I'd been looking for.  He himself was seeking a way to close his course for the year, bringing up the question of what it means to be a human in terms of the world in which we live today and which we humans created.  He concluded in a beautifully understated anticlimax, resigned to the fact that there is no great finale, only infinite questions.  And it seems that there is never a great finale in life, only ends that lead to new beginnings and new ideas and new questions.  After all, when it comes to the end, what will your life have amounted to?  Yet another question.  And maybe it is the constant birth of new questions that is the driving force and goal of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4562109151168235304-2436331647555952778?l=playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2436331647555952778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4562109151168235304&amp;postID=2436331647555952778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/2436331647555952778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4562109151168235304/posts/default/2436331647555952778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playgroundthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-finale.html' title='Grand Finale'/><author><name>Malory Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04926615096512594317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KhUrntg9jp0/Sch1KBpLvJI/AAAAAAAACqw/dTuAIAV4YdI/S220/Photo+76.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
