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notes on dj-ing 80s music October 12, 2009

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This last weekend I went to my 20-year high school reunion. That means (for those of you who’d prefer not to do math) that my classmates and I were in high school during the mid- to late-80s, which we all know was the Golden Age of American Pop Music.*

Unfortunately, the DJ who was hired to do music for the reunion seemed not to fully appreciate this fact, and, frankly, he did a terrible job. Presented with the opportunity to explore the nuances and surprises of the GAAPM, he instead spent the evening scraping the bottom of the 80s barrel, serving up such dregs as Tiffany’s mall-rat anthem, “I Think We’re Alone Now,” and even some Milli Vanilli. Seriously. As he launched into each poorly-considered song, people who hadn’t seen each other in 20 years turned to each other and shrugged quizzically, eyebrows set in a “WTF?” arch. Several members of the reunion committee were seen cornering the DJ and wagging their fingers at him. Dancing was more sporadic and less exuberant than one would expect of a room full of drunk 38-year-olds.

To be fair, the DJ looked like he might not have even been born in 1989, though perhaps he simply looked really young compared to the rest of us. So, it’s possible he just doesn’t understand. While it’s too late now to fix the music for our reunion, I thought I’d offer some advice for anyone else planning to DJ an 80s-related event:

  • This might seem obvious, but listen to some 80s music. Get yourself Sirius radio and spend some time with the “80s on 8″ station (which employs four of the original five MTV VJs**) and “1st Wave,” especially when Richard Blade is DJing, or during the “Saturday Night Safety Dance.” Our DJ would have been much better off simply hooking his equipment up to satellite radio for the night.
  • Rent yourself some John Hughes movies. It also wouldn’t hurt to check out The Wedding Singer.
  • Know your audience. Our DJ seemed to think that we had listened exclusively to KIIS-FM in the 80s. Some of us spent much more time with KROQ. (If you weren’t in southern California at the time, the difference is basically between mainstream and alternative.)
  • You know that gizmo you use to speed up songs to match tempo? Yeah, don’t use that. We’ve lived with these songs for over 20 years now, and we know what they’re supposed to sound like. If you speed up Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” so that Simon Le Bon sounds like Alvin the Chipmunk, don’t you think we’re going to notice?
  • Feel free to range around Michael Jackson’s catalog. Whatever happened to him later, the man was a pop music genius at the height of his powers in the 80s.
  • For God’s sake, do NOT play Milli Vanilli or Vanilla Ice. They sucked back then, and they suck now.

* Sorry, boomers. The truth hurts sometimes.
** You know, from when music videos mattered, and MTV actually used to play them?

sparkling wine country July 27, 2009

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We just got back from a weekend trip to Napa Valley during which we took Sunset Magazine’s advice and chose activities that followed a “sparkling wine” theme. That basically means we went to wineries that specialized in the méthode Champenoise, in order to compare different sparkling wines, and hopefully get a better sense of what we like (upshot: we like sparklers made from pinot noir more than chardonnay).

If you’re considering doing something similar, here are a few notes from our trip:

  • Mumm Napa: In addition to having a free tour, this winery has a great indoor/outdoor tasting patio where you can order of flight of three or four 3-oz. pours of wine (we did a flight of bruts and a flight of their Devaux line). The view west across the valley is magnificent. Also, there’s an art gallery with both a rotating exhibit and a more permanent Ansel Adams exhibit. It’s a good place to hang out while you’re sobering up from the tasting.
  • étoile: This is a restaurant located in the Domaine Chandon winery. Their menu is built to bring out the best in the paired wines, which is the reverse of what usually happens. We did the four-course tasting menu with wines paired with each course (except for the last dessert course). Some of the pairings, like an unfiltered Newton chardonnay with an earthy truffle papardelle, were inspired. We also got to try some of Chandon’s less-available sparklers. This is a great restaurant if you want to foreground the wines.
  • Schramsberg: This somewhat smaller winery combines a tour of their wine caves with an above-ground tasting of four of their sparkling wines. The gothic caves are both literally and figuratively cool, and our knowledgeable guide did a terrific job talking us through the various tastings at the end — much better than the typical pay-and-pour tasting experience.
  • Candlelight Inn: OK, this doesn’t have much to do with sparkling wine, but this is the bed-and-breakfast where we stayed. We were fortunate enough to upgrade to their detached cottage, where we had breakfast brought to our private balcony. Also, the decor is somewhat less Victorian than many B&Bs in the area (a definite plus for me).
  • Bouchon bakery, next to Thomas Keller’s Bouchon in Yountville, turns out to be a great place to grab a quick lunch.

I’d recommend any of the things we did. My strongest recommendation for wine country, though, would be to pick a theme around which to build your own visit. Sparkling wine worked out really well for us, but next time we might decide to focus on wines made from a particular grape (pinot noir, maybe?) or maybe dessert wines. I think having a trip theme helped us get a bit off the beaten path.

building a raised garden bed June 25, 2009

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chocolate-peanut butter balls December 21, 2008

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I’ve gotten several requests for my grandmother’s chocolate-peanut butter balls, so I thought I’d post the recipe here. I think what sets these apart is the Rice Krispies, which make them much lighter and crunchier than some recipes.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup butter
2 cups chunky peanut butter
1 lb. powdered sugar
3 cups Rice Krispies
12 oz. chocolate chips (preferably dark chocolate)

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Process:

  1. Cream butter and peanut butter together in a mixer.
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  2. Mix in the Rice Krispies and powdered sugar (or have your sous-chef do it for you). Use your mixer’s slowest speed, or you’ll have sugar all over the kitchen.
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  3. Using an ice-cream scoop (or a melon baller), make uniform balls out of the peanut butter mixture. A dome shape keeps these from rolling away.
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  4. Heat the chocolate chips in a double-boiler until melted. As you see, I don’t own a double-boiler; a bowl set over boiling water in a saucepan does just fine.
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  5. Dip the balls into the chocolate, and avoid making terribly obvious jokes. I find that chopsticks allow you to let excess chocolate drip off.
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  6. Allow the balls to cool on a rack or in the refrigerator, and enjoy!
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Happy Holidays!

fear and loathing and proposition 8 December 17, 2008

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Like many of you, my feelings of euphoria after the Nov. 4 presidential election were mixed with bitter disappointment over California’s passage of Proposition 8. Since then, there’s been plenty of finger-pointing, from the left’s complacency leading up to the election, to the influence of the Mormon church, to supposed attitudes of African-American voters. In a previous blog post, I attributed support of Prop. 8 more abstractly to a mixture of hate and puritanical nosiness.

But since the vote I’ve been mulling it over, and I’m not sure any of that adequately explains what happened. It’s led me to larger questions, like where does hate come from anyway? And why hate homosexuality, when there are so many other things for us to collectively disapprove of?

I don’t pretend to have any real answers. But at the risk of trivializing a serious thing, I’ll admit that, whenever I consider the issue, I can’t help thinking that maybe Yoda was on to something: “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” (Of course, “Yoda” is only cribbing various, more-terrestrial spiritual traditions here, but sadly it’s Star Wars that I’ve internalized.) In other words, hate is both a cause and an outcome. We know what “suffering” it’s caused (Prop. 8), but I think we need to consider its own causes.

So. Fear. But fear of what? Why would somebody be afraid of same-sex marriage? I have to admit I’ve still got trouble wrapping my head around this. There’s rhetoric out there about churches fearing litigation if they don’t perform same-sex marriages, or of schools “teaching homosexuality,” whatever the heck that means. But these are just red herrings, bugaboos designed to lend an air of legitimacy to outright discrimination. They mask rather than reveal the root fears.

In a recent Salon interview, Richard Rodriquez argues that what religious conservatives fear is not so much same-sex marriage or homosexuality, but rather perceived changes in the nature of families and gender relations. So, the chief anxiety is not over whether two men or two women marry each other, but instead over what it means to be a man or a woman in a committed relationship. Imagine the confusion same-sex marriage must cause anyone who subscribes to clearly-defined roles for husbands and wives: if two men marry, then who is the husband, and who is the wife? Do they (*gasp*) both wear the pants in the family? Which partner is subject to Paul’s inexplicably popular injunction for “wives, [to] submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord” (Eph. 5:22)? Maybe same-sex marriage is only the most extreme (or most vulnerable) threat to traditional gender roles. Other perceived threats — like women in the workplace, or even contraception — have too much popular support these days to attack in the open. So same-sex marriage becomes a convenient scapegoat for a whole collection of perceived ills.

Maybe. Or maybe it’s both less complicated and more insidious than that. I recently read about a study suggesting that politically conservative people are inherently more fearful than their liberal counterparts. The authors of the study caution against reading too much into these results, but I have to say that the idea has a certain amount of explanatory power. Surely some people voted for Prop. 8 out of hate, and others out of the fears Rodriguez outlines, but maybe there’s a good portion of the “yes” vote who simply fear change of any kind. For people who are ruled by fear (and I think we’ve all known people like that), something like same-sex marriage represents yet another unwanted change in the status quo, another sure sign that society is going straight to hell in a handbasket. A vote for Prop. 8, then, might have just been a relatively easy way for these folks to temporarily delay the inevitable apocalypse always lurking just around the corner.

Of course, fear also goes hand-in-hand with ignorance. I suspect that a good number of the people who voted for Prop. 8 either don’t personally know any gay people, or they think they don’t. One solution, as Harvey Milk is supposed to have put it, is to “come out, come out, whereever you are.” Still, I think it’s important for us all to disabuse the fearful of their misconceptions. My own wife, who has yet to submit to anything, has written a brilliant post along these lines.

whatever it is, i’m against it October 31, 2008

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I’m not a big fan of California’s proposition system. I know some folks like it as a way for average citizens to participate in the democratic process, but I’m not entirely convinced that’s always a good thing. Writing legislation is tricky business. Or rather, writing good legislation is tricky business. And determining whether a piece of legislation is good or not is equally tricky.

My beef with the proposition system is that it puts me in a position of having to sort the good, the bad, and the ugly. Isn’t that what we pay legislators for? I feel like this legislation by referendum is just a dressed-up way of subverting the democratic process. Think schools get way too much money? Put it on the ballot. Hate immigrants? Put it on the ballot. Think minorities are getting too “uppity”? Put it on the ballot.

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proposition hate October 16, 2008

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I hear that there are quite a few of you out there thinking about voting for California’s Proposition 8, the so-called “California Marriage Protection Act,” which would effectively write a ban on same-sex marriage into the state constitution.

I have to admit, though, that I’m having trouble understanding why you’d vote for something like that. I’ve been in a heterosexual marriage for over 14 years, and that’s long enough to have experienced marriage both before and after the advent of legal same-sex marriage. I can honestly say that same-sex marriage hasn’t had much of an effect on my own marriage. If anything, the fact that same-sex couples want to get married is a kind of validation. It can’t be all that bad if everyone wants to do it.

If same-sex marriage has negatively affected your marriage, then I suggest that perhaps your marriage isn’t as resilient as it could be. Seek marriage counseling.

“Ah,” you might say, “but homosexuality is wrong.” I don’t agree, but it’s certainly your prerogative to feel that way. You might have deeply felt beliefs about which sexual organs should go where, based on what some really old book or really old guy in a pointy hat says.* Fine. So don’t get married to someone who’s got the same parts as you. That seems like a pretty easy-to-follow rule. You don’t need a constitutional definition to keep you from accidentally marrying the wrong person, do you?

What it comes down to is this: You’ve only got one reason to vote for Proposition 8, and that’s because you like to tell other people what to do. There’s a strong puritanical tradition in this country of poking our noses in other people’s business, but it’s always run counter to the value we (claim to) place on freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The truth is that, if you’re a heterosexual, same-sex marriage doesn’t affect you.

Or rather, it only affects you to the extent that you let it. If the mere fact that loving, same-sex couples can express their commitment and devotion to each other through marriage fills you with fear and disgust, then I think that’s your problem, not theirs.

* I am not, of course, referring to Dumbledore.

when the log rolls over September 30, 2008

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I don’t claim to know much about economics, but I know enough to understand that doing nothing about the current economic crisis would be a huge mistake. I know that people are pissed at Wall Street. I’m pissed, too. But I’m appalled by those who seem to think the best course of action is just to let banks and investors twist in the wind. These statements made by Mitchell Bard on the Huffington Post are typical:

…a big part of me just wishes that Wall Street is left to solve (or not) its own mess. Yeah, I know that people would be hurt, and I would hardly be happy with that. But, again, maybe we would be better off in the long run, with a better understanding of the importance of governing the right way.

There has to be consequences for actions. Without them, a society can’t function. If Congress manages to overcome today’s setback and pass a Wall Street bailout this week, those who have profited from advocating a system that was always destined to implode will, in the end, pay no price for their actions.

Yes, we’d love to hold those fat cats responsible for the reckless way they’ve gambled with our economy, but this idea that “people would be hurt” is a gross understatement. It’s not just bankers and investors who’ll be hurt — it’s everyone. Like it our not, there’s not a clear way to punish Wall Street without punishing ourselves (or our pensions, or 401ks, or whatever).

If, through negligence, your neighbor allowed his house to catch fire, would you stand idly by while it burned to the ground? After all, it’s his own damn fault, right? But what if his house was so close to yours that you were certain that the fire would spread to your own house? Wouldn’t you help him put out the flames then? Wall Street is perhaps closer than you think.

Or, as this dumb campfire story from my youth says, “when the log rolls over, we’ll all be dead.”

Today, Barack Obama made the rather gutsy move of encouraging everyone to support the economic rescue plan that’s having trouble making it through Congress. Maybe we should listen to him. I don’t know if the “bailout” is the best of all possible solutions, but the consequences of doing nothing are simply too terrible to contemplate.

grout expectations September 25, 2008

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Ever since I moved back to California, I’ve noticed this weird form of public restroom graffiti which involves inscribing puns based on the word “grout” into the grout around tiles. It looks like this:

In case it’s hard to read, from the top clockwise they say “who let the dogs grout,” “the grout gatsby,” and “grout at the devil.” (Unfortunately, I didn’t get the full one on the left, since I wasn’t all that comfortable standing in a public bathroom trying to compose the perfect shot.) The puns depend largely on either substituting “grout” for “great,” as in “grout expectations” or “grout balls of fire,” or substituting “grout” for a rhyme word, such as “for crying grout loud” or “what you talkin’ grout, willis?”

What’s fascinating about this — and I imagine this is the whole point — is the literal inscription of a pun onto the material from which the pun derives.  But I also sort of appreciate the pure goofiness of it, the implied rejection of more acerbic or vulgar forms of restroom graffiti.

I’ve seen this only in campus men’s restrooms here in California, so I wonder if this is a regional thing. Or only a men’s room thing. Or only a college campus thing. Or some combination of those. Does this happen elsewhere?

what’s in a name? August 1, 2008

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Dissertation writers, at the end of the long and arduous process, typically have to go through a final round of ritual hoop-jumping called “depositing.” Most of this involves adhering to complex formatting requirements with a care and precision that I normally associate with handling radioactive or bio-hazardous materials. The title page, in particular, has to be just so.

Because I wanted to avoid hang-ups later in the process, I sent just my title page to my school’s thesis office (yes, a whole office deals with this) in order to make sure everything complied. I was told, among other things, that I had used the wrong name. I had put “Kory Lawson Ching” on my title page, but apparently school records refer to me without my middle name, and was thus told I would have to use only “Kory Ching.”

I have to admit, this rankled me some. I mean, I know what my own name is, and while there may be many things in my dissertation that others could disagree with, I was fairly certain that the author’s name wouldn’t be one of them. I could have fought this by changing my official name with the university, but I didn’t want to get embroiled in a bureaucratic mess that would delay depositing (believe me, this is what would happen). I just wanted to be done.

So, I changed my name on the title page, but it was a little painful to do so. It’s not that I’m worried about database searches finding me, or that the shortened name is inconsistent with the name I’ve already published under. It’s that I consider my middle name an integral part of both my personal and professional identity. “Lawson” is the surname of my maternal grandparents. They had no sons, so I was given their name to carry it forward. I am proud to have done so. Because I was raised by a single mom, my grandparents were like a second set of parents for me. I identify with “Lawson” just as much as I do “Ching.” Perhaps more so.

But, of course, there are all sorts of weird politics mixed up in all this, like the privileging of male surnames in our culture, and I haven’t even touched how this aligns with my multiethnic status. In the end, it’s just a name. I guess I know who I am, despite what it says on my title page.