2.06.2008

A Word on Obama

Let's get off-topic for a second.

I'm a Barack supporter. The short answer to why is that I feel like he Gets Me. Not enough? Here's the long answer.

The appeal that Obama holds for me is not one of 'what', but of 'how'. His message is contained within the way he talks, not necessarily in the specifics of what he talks about. The worldview and mindset that he represents carry more weight for me than his case-by-case particulars vis-a-vis individual issues.

If the attitude that underpins everything a candidate does and says is something that inspires/excites me, then all the specifics are negotiable. Trying to 'drill down' that far won't yield me much useful information. I can't predict what he'd have to deal with over the next four years, but I can make a good guess as to how he would.

Remember that Bush got "elected" on character. He was regarded as a guy who stuck to his guns, who shot straight, who had strength of belief. It boggles my mind why anyone would want to judge a candidate based on their specific, hypothetical responses to -- at best -- educated guesses as to what might happen over a four-year period, as opposed to, say, the stance toward the world that they represent.

It's not surprising that this sort of politiking has a hard time flying in the mainstream arena. We've become conditioned to think of the country as a business, and expect to be presented with some hard data, with measurable specifics. We want bar graphs and pie charts, and we want them shown to us alongside some neat graphics at Prime Time. Bush ran his adminstration with that mindset. As a result, when Obama talks, its dismissed as 'fluff' -- but there's no better evidence that he represents change than the fact that his appeal is wholly different from what we've become used to.

Yeah, its tired, but the JFK comparison is apt. We need to be reminded that an important job of a leader is to inspire and to bring out the best qualities in his people. If one can do that, many other things will fall into place on their own, but maybe not in ways that are strictly measurable. People that understand the appeal of Obama know this to be true on an instinctive level. Those opposed to him resort to dissection: they have to pull his convictions down into the realm of systematic analysis and conventional political physics, where, not surprisingly, they wither and die under the microscope, having been coldly dismembered and found "lacking".

In a way, this is symptomatic of America's disease: cynicism, an extreme brand of "rationality", an insistance that the past is the only indicator of the future -- and, by extension, hopelessness, meaninglessness, tediousness. Obama represents an opposing paradigm, one of -- for lack of a better word -- holism. Its one that can't be understood within the predominant mindset, which must dissect, divide, and categorize to survive. That's the kind of change he represents. A change in our collective outlook so fundamental that we almost are forced to come up with new ways of thinking about politics just to discuss it.

Obama is a transcendant candidate.

To me, that's a Good Thing.

2.05.2008

Being Confident

I suspect that many of you (Larry) have already seen this, and that my posting the vid after having only recently viewed it is somewhat of a noob move. Nevertheless, if you too have been ignorant of the comedic genius of Micheal Cera, allow me to welcome you to Teh Interlink.

Impossible is the Opposite of Possible

G'Day, Mate

Today we celebrate NES-synth inspired Aussie electro, and do they ever know how to bring it. Crikey.

Here's something fun to try: download these next two tracks and mix them together, then listen to the result whilst playing Mega Man II. Can you tell that I'm smart? I said 'whilst'.

This first piece, with its quasi-trance-ish wall of sound, combines the charm of a more innocent era with the bored, glam-trash electro aesthetic a la Fischerspooner, and does so at length. This song makes me think of some hipster coming to after an all-weekend coke binge, throwing a Paul Van Dyk CD in without looking, and remembering that sometimes, when your friends aren't looking, trance can be Cool. Some have probably already heard this: it's Melbourne's own Midnight Juggernauts. It's Road to Recovery, and I am in love with its intervals.

Midnight Juggernauts - Road to Recovery

Midnight Juggernauts on MySpace

This next track is evocative of Bionic Commando and Double Dragon. There's an absolutely gorgeous retro NES anime-rock hook that first hits at 3:11. Straight out of Sydney's considerable electro/"nurave" scene, here's Bag Raiders. Now you're Playing with Power.

Bag Raiders - Fun Punch (Whitenoise remix)

Bag Raiders on Myspace

2.01.2008

You Wouldn't Steal a Purse

So steal some music instead. Any qualms you might have are easily remedied by Courtney Love. Here's an 8-bit indie-electro blast to the face from Sweden's The Touch. While the intro smacks of Le Justice, is soon settles into a thick, chunky, chopped-up groove and stays there for awhile before bringing in the indie vox. It's a versatile track that offers varying intensities of a spacious, mixable buildup, then serves up the more traditional song elements later on, where it demands more room to breathe. Rockin' stuff. Thanks to Fluokids for the link -- stop by if you get the chance.

The Touch - Heart of the City (Stuffa mix)

The Touch Myspace

Hit the Bricks

There's not really too much to say about this, other than it'll most likely be the coolest thing I view all day. Although a couple of years old, here's FF7 in Lego, by way of Destructoid:

Best use of bananas ever. It's the identity-crisis ridden supersoldier clone with the biggest pair since Van Damme in that one movie, Universal Something. His hair's always looked like how I imagine a corrupted-yet-still-readable 3d Studio Max file would. But infused with the essence of Jenova or no, he's useless without his perpetually pissed-off protege, That Black Dude.




This model is probably the least accurate, as Barret is pictured smiling. Together with the help of Cloud's nondescript, utterly forgettable childhood sweetheart, some bead-bedecked flower-growing hippie slut (thanks to womengamers.com for the link), a foul-mouthed, cigar-chomping airplane mechanic and a shapeshifting goth amputee, they'll try super hard to save the bilinearally-filtered 3d overworld map from David Carradine.



Rad. Speaking of, that same page features the Blue Dragon from Strider (the good version). A Lego Hiryu is sorely needed.