Jam Cellar Playlist 9-18-2007

Yeah  I know,  it’s not as if I’m currently using this blog for anything else.  But hey, there’s nothing wrong with having an online repository of one’s playlists, if nothing else.   Here are the tunes I played  last night at the Jam Cellar: Read more…

Winter

IMGP2386 - cropped Winter in Washington is sort of a joke. It gets genuinely cold for all of one week of the year, it snows only occasionally, and yet the general populace is about as prepared for the weather as Noah’s neighbors were for the Flood.

Admittedly, it’s probably a good thing that people freak out about the snow. Walking around on slushy sidewalks all day is enough to annoy even the most hardy Pennsylvanian/New Yorker/Minnesotan/whatever I feel like calling myself that day. Knowing that every time you cross the street you’re surrounded by death projectiles driven by utterly clueless people, sometimes it’s a little difficult to motivate yourself for a trek outside.

In the mole cave that is this basement abode, it’s no matter. One needn’t even acknowledge that days even happen. Fortunately, sometimes I step out in spite of the danger (and the light) to capture nice photos of the neighborhood like this. Nothing like a little wet sticky snow to make for some good pictures.

Showdown!

I like to think that I can travel light, but when it comes to the biggest Lindy Hop convention of the year, I clearly fail big time:

  • Number of full-size suitcases: 1
  • Number of t-shirts, undershirts, and overshirts: 33
  • Pairs of shoes: 6
  • Days in Minneapolis: 3

For the skeptics out there, know that I will sweat through basically all of those shirts (except for the small number that I’ll be wearing on my two-day work trip to Boston afterward).
It is most definitely time for Showdown. :-)

Jam Cellar Playlist 9-5-06

Last Tuesday I had the distinct pleasure of getting to DJ at The Jam Cellar, right here in my neighborhood of Washington, DC. The Jam Cellar is without a doubt the best DJed dance event in the city, and is almost certainly among the best in the country. Moreover, “cellar” isn’t really the right word; the new Jam Cellar is more like a jam mansion, in a former embassy with a balcony and a beautiful view of Meridian Hill Park. It’s a great place to dance, and an equally great place to DJ.

I’m not a master DJ by any means, but I love to explore new music, and I like the challenge of playing for dancers. Maybe I like the power trip of controlling the energy level of an entire room full of dancers. I know it’s definitely fun to get some appreciation for my musical tastes.

Anyway, I had a request for my playlist. I like to hang on to playlists anyway while I can, and if reading through mine helps you find some random artist you never thought you’d hear, all the better. So here it is: Read more…

I’m No Longer Friends with You People

If there’s one thing in the world that’s more annoying than spam, it’s MySpace spam.

Most people have probably experienced it, but for those who haven’t, it works like this: some ne’er-do-well creates a bogus profile, then tries to add you as their friend. Why? Once they are your friend, they can use things like spam bots to try to lure you into porn sites and the like. They can sell the information with the added bonus of saying that you think gullible is written on the ceiling. Or even worse, they can insert redirects so that as soon as you click on their profile you’re looking at pictures that make the intimate dating service ads look like they were taken at a church picnic.

MySpace spam is highly targeted by demographic. Read: young horny males who will friend anyone with a hot picture (others too I’m sure, but these are the ones I get). The young part and the male part are pretty easy to figure out, but sometimes it’s hard to figure out the horny part. Well, no, that’s not true either, sometimes its painfully obvious, but let’s just leave that little detail of social networking aside, shall we? (Oh, you silly silly Americans).

Point being, I’ve decided that there are two simple ways to get targeted by MySpace spammers. One, be young and have a modestly attractive picture of yourself. Two, have a lot of friends from different places.

The first one is self explanatory. Unfortunately, it’s also pretty hard to avoid if you’re vain like me. Maybe I could put up a picture of me picking my nose. That would reduce the spam, right?

The second one, well, that seems to be the kicker. Between Lindy Hop, Carleton, and high school, I have almost 100 friends. Mostly young, and owing to the social miracles of social dancing, mostly female. All legit, of course, but how’s a spam bot to know that? To it, I look no better than this guy. *shudder*

That’s why I’ve gotten at least a dozen fake friend invites in the last day alone.

So I’m making an announcement. I hate all of you. You’re not my friends. More importantly, you’re most definitely not my MySpace friends, a class of friend that is far more exclusive than any mere offline “friend.” I’ve had enough. If you will please just unfriend me, so my vicarious virtual life can return to normal, everyone will be happier for it.

Why can’t I unfriend you? Well, why should I do all the work? I’m the victim here!

Right, so hop to.