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Twitter: Life in 140 Characters or Less

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

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Twitter. Twitter. Twitter. Hopefully by now, you’ve heard all about it. News on Twitter (the free microblogging service that let’s you send 140-character messages on whatever you want) is everywhere. It’s as if the media has twitter diarrhea because lately it’s all they are talking about. Reporters from all across the country are joining Twitter in droves and writing about their experiences like David Pogue of the NYT.

Now the media discussion has changed slightly from “hey, there’s this new service called Twitter” to it’s impact on the world of journalism. As Reuters reports, “News organizations are all a-twitter about Twitter: Is it a friend or a foe? Should it be embraced or eschewed? Will Twitter kill journalism or revive it?”

And then you have media outlets like the Financial Times that are trying to teach their readers about the culture and language of Twitter. You know, twitter messages are called “tweets.” The peeps who sign up to read your messages are “followers.” And when you send out someone else’s tweet, you are “re-tweeting.”(This is easily done by addressing your message to a follower by adding an “@” sign to their name, i.e., @faraichideya.)

And as interesting (or not) as this whole conversation about what Twitter is, the better question to ask is why are people using it? Why has Twitter caught on?

The media’s recent discussion and “discovery” is quite amusing to several of us (myself included), who has used Twitter for six months or more (called early adopters) because it used to be a new tool. There was something special about discovering it. Twitter’s long-time users have several reasons for loving and using the free, web-based service.

Like a lot of users, Danyel Smith (@danamo), editor of Vibe, (who I am a big fan of) started using the service because she was curious about it.

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Others like novelist/music journalist/cultural critic Touré (@ToureX) thought it could help his professional writing skills.

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BTW, he doesn’t really need any help in this area but it’s somehow endearing that he is continuously thinking about and working on his writing. It makes us think he is just like the rest of us, which is one of the beauties of Twitter. Unlike traditional media, which tends to be top-down or a one-way means of “them” telling “us” as readers something, Twitter creates a one-on-one conversation where anyone with a Twitter account can join in the conversation. It’s about two-way communication. Several journalists even started asking their Twitter followers if there were questions they wanted to ask in an important interview. Thus, it’s revolutionizing the way journalism is being done.

Many folks are joining because their favorite celebrities are on Twitter. There are few places in the world where you can talk to TV and movie stars like Ashton Kutcher (@aplusk) and his wife Demi Moore (@mrskutcher)… and they might talk back. Twitter has given regular folks yet another window into the daily lives of stars through their Twitter streams. You can find all sorts of celebs from Britney Spears (@britneyspears) to Puff Daddy (@iamdiddy) to MC Hammer (@MCHammer) to Omarosa (@omarosa). They are all there – tweeting away!

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Gawker even started tracking Twitter accounts with their daily posting of the Twitterati. It’s hilarious and a reminder that people are broadcasting their thoughts out onto the Internet for anyone to read (unless you adjust your privacy settings). And now, a person’s tweets (Senators, writers, TV stars and regular people) have somehow become the news and fodder for the media? Interesting flip!

And there are thousands that are just like me, who also use Twitter because it helps us connect with people— new and old friends. It even helps you meet like-minded folks. Whatever you are into, there is someone on Twitter that likes the same thing. (And you can use Twitter’s search site to find posts on your favorite subject.)

Twitter also keeps you informed and quickly (if you follow the right folks). And you don’t have to check thousands of news sites or even go to a RSS feed service. If you are following @CNN or @Drudge_Report or other media sites and the reporters that have recently hopped on-board, you will be definitely be in the know. And if you downloaded Twitterific or Tweetie for your iPhone (or Twitterberry for your Blackberry), you have these conversations and breaking news at your fingertips.

And obviously, if you have something interesting to say or sell, you should be using Twitter. Except beware, no one likes a constant self-promoter. The Twitter world is all about the give and take of information… you know, sharing. It feels like a conversation (although at times a bit scattered), but a talk nonetheless.

The merits of Twitter and its impact on media will be debated for years to come. But with technology giants, like Google (@Google) joining the Twitter fray, isn’t it time you checked it out for yourself. Don’t take my word for it or the thousands of media folks ranting or raving about it. See for yourself.. You may become a Tweetering fool that neglects their Facebook account for a bit. (Or is that just me?)

Celebrating Bill Hicks: 1961-1994

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

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It’s not often that David Letterman lets his viewers behind his wise-ass veil to see the salt-of-the-earth Midwestern guy he really is. His first post-9/11 monologue was one example. More recently, his peacemaking with Mary Hicks—mother of the late, great comic Bill Hicks—showed Letterman to be a real mensch, contrite for a wrong committed more than 15 years before.

The controversy between Letterman and Hicks is the stuff of comedy legend. Hicks had appeared on Letterman’s show many times, always funny, sharp, and sometimes a little edgy. But on October 1, 1993, what would have been Hicks’ last appearance was thought to be too edgy, and got cut—reportedly the only performance ever removed from Letterman’s show.

On January 30, 2009, that performance finally aired.

Hicks died of pancreatic cancer not long after that unfortunate episode, on February 26, 1994, exactly 15 years ago. He called himself “Chomsky with dick jokes,” and spoke of spirituality and embracing humanity like a New Age guru (an option kyboshed by his legendary love of cigarettes and booze). But he showed no patience for obnoxious, dim-bulb audiences. Fans love that about him.

It is a great testament to Bill Hicks that he is still respected by his fellow comics and revered by discerning comedy fans. His CDs and DVDs still fly off the shelves. Several biographies and compilations of his material have been published, he’s been the subject of academic research, tributes are held in his honor, and Hicks goods are a cottage industry.

The question is, why? Why is Bill Hicks so popular today when he never got the recognition his talent demanded during his lifetime? Sure, he was and remains something of a demigod in the U.K., but American audiences never gave him his due, while lesser comics found unmitigated success. (As biographer Cynthia True noted in American Scream, a week after Hicks died, Carrot Top received an American Comedy Award.)

Maybe his timing was off. Not his comedic timng—that was always impeccable. But being a political comic with a sharp leftist bent was not safe or convenient in the Reagan/Bush years when Hicks’ star was on the ascent.

His appreciation for drug use—encouraging those willing to open their minds and just say yes—was off kilter with a nation pledged to “just say no.” He asked why TV news never covers “positive drug stories”:

“Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration and that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and you are the imagination of yourself. Here’s Tom with the weather!”

When Gordon Gekko was telling America that greed is good, and Americans were believing it—continuing unto our current nightmare—Hicks was reminding his audience that the ability to buy and sell things is no measure of success.

And long before President Obama made America post-racial (*wink*), maybe Hicks’ take on race relations, vis-à-vis the Rodney King riots, was too discomforting to mainstream audiences.

San Francisco-based comic and playwright Kurt Weitzmann says Hicks’ comedy was an act of courage in the Reagan years.

“Hicks was fearless in stating his point of view. When you’re telling jokes to a room full of strangers in a comedy club, trying to make them laugh with a definite political slant that usually goes against the belief structure of a good half of the room, your logic must be rock solid and your jokes must be brilliant. His act was both rock solid and brilliant,” Weitzmann says.

Yet despite the difficulty in getting his message into the mainstream, Hicks maintains and even expands his fan base. And his effect on other comics continues. Kevin Kataoka, a very clever and highly successful comic in his own right, says his early contacts with Hicks provided a foundation for his career that followed. “He praised my ‘bad ventriloquist’ joke that I treasure for that reason,” Kataoka says. “He made me realize that he didn’t want my act to mimic his—something comics don’t get—but to be honest to what makes you truly unique and funny.”

Perhaps the most compelling evidence of Hicks’ brilliance is the staying power of much of his material. “My political jokes are old in two weeks. Hicks’ stand up after 15 years,” says Tina Dupuy, a Los Angeles-based comic and writer. “He hasn’t told a joke since the Lorena Bobbit case, and still no one can follow him.”

Dupuy’s position finds ample proof all over the internet. Gays in the military still an issue? Rush Limbaugh said some stupid and inflammatory jackass thing for no good goddamn reason? New Kids on the Block are selling gutless, soulless pop to adoring fans (again!) while music that matters is pushed to the margins? The U.S. military is plodded down in the desert somewhere, making war on people we claim to be helping? Hicks’ material is still relevant, still on target, and still hard-hitting. And funny.

But Hicks’ brilliance goes beyond taking the day’s news and spinning it into comedy gold. Like Kataoka says, it has to do with being honest with yourself and with your audience, being true to your reality and letting the humor come from that naked place. Hicks did that. And beyond honesty, he committed to it with love.

Bill Hicks was 32 when he died. That just feels wrong.

The Week in Gossip: We Should Be Ashamed of Ourselves

Friday, January 30th, 2009

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Can’t we all just leave Jessica Simpson alone? Lady Lovely Locks strutted her country stuff on a stage in Florida last weekend and the crowd went wild—with whispers. Shhhh! (Is she, could she, no way … a whole size two?) The blogosphere followed up with fat jokes a plenty. People, give the girl a break. I personally appreciate the fact that Jessica stopped starving herself and started eating a few egg whites every other day. And I’m not alone: Kim Kardashian agrees. Lil’ sis Ashlee does too. So what’s our penance for being hypercritical a-holes? Look in the mirror. That’ll do.

Speaking of food, what the hell is Bruce Springsteen thinking with this Supermarket Sweep song on his new album? It’s supposed to be an ode to the lady at the checkout counter, which is sweet and all, but sorry dude—the song belongs on clearance. And the vid on YouTube is past its expiration date. Even the dumpster divers are keeping their distance. Pee-yew!

POP QUIZ! Gerber baby x 2 + superstah mom and pop – one Billy Bob + four other rugrats = The Hottie Bunch.

It’s good to know that Amy Fisher really cleaned herself up in prison. Girlfriend is now a momma of three and a porn star to boot. Hooray! (And, for the record, if you shoot someone’s wife in the head with a semiautomatic pistol, you can’t simply refer to it as “something stupid” you did in high school. Sneaking out of your bedroom after curfew to go meet your friends at Taco Bell for a 99 cent bean burrito and then getting caught  is “something stupid” you did in high school. But I must say, that bean burrito was worth it.)

The hat with nine lives. It just won’t die! Aretha Franklin got criticized for wearing a bow-rific hat to Obama’s inauguration ceremony. But hey, the hat is here to stay. Like it or not. It keeps popping up. On Facebook. On blogs. On YouTube (see below). And the bow just gets bigger every time. Love it, love it!

 

Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Word on the street is that 21-year-old Evan Rachel Wood is getting cozy with, of all things, Mickey Rourke, who is 56 going on mummification. Boyfriend nearly drugged and drank himself to the grave years ago, but has made a “comeback” and is racking up the award nominations (and wins) for his role in The Wrestler. The man may have cleaned himself up (kinda), which is sexy and admirable in some circles, but the fact that he plays Wood’s father in the film makes this relationship borderline incestuous. Call me crazy. Or don’t.

Look y’all! Winehouse made a friend! And they’re playing strip Scrabble! And Winehouse is obviously at a loss for words, cuz, uh … hmm. She’s pathetically losing. Shouldn’t the game be over by now?

Angry Asian Man: Asian Gangsters, Thugs and Hookers in Crank 2: High Voltage

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

Oh man. We knew it was coming. I don’t know how they’ve done it, considering the event at the end of the first movie, but they have gone ahead and made a sequel to Crank. You know, the ridiculous movie where Jason Statham plays a guy who is injected with a toxic “Chinese cocktail” that will kill him unless he keeps his adrenaline pumping? Yeah.

I first heard about this when it was announced last year that our favorite weirdo Bai Ling has a role in the movie. Automatically, that’s a strike against it. But wait, here’s the synopsis, according to IMDb: “Chelios faces a Chinese mobster who has stolen his nearly indestructible heart and replaced it with a battery-powered ticker that requires regular jolts of electricity to keep working.”

That’s right, baby. Another ridiculous premise and more Chinese mobsters! What is it with Jason Statham and Asian gangsters? Seriously. Transporters, Crank, War… now this. And is it just me, or does he essentially play the same guy in every movie he’s in?

Watch the uncensored, not-safe-for-work, for-restricted-audiences-only trailer for Crank 2: High Voltage here. Lots of Asian gangsters, thugs and hookers up in there. The movie opens in theaters in April. I guarantee you won’t see me standing in line for this one.

UPDATE: Oh yeah. Word has it, none other than Kwai Chang Caine himself, David Carradine has a cameo rocking the yellowface in Crank 2 as the has-been Chinese mobster who steals Chelios’ heart. Wow. This movie is really going there, and they just don’t care.

This post originally appeared on the Angry Asian Man blog.

Secret Series: A Guide to LA’s Obscure Bookshops

Wednesday, December 24th, 2008

Immersion at and into Children's Book World. Photo by Deborah Stokol.

“I noticed I had developed a fantasy about myself as a writer as opposed to actually doing it, [so] I finally summoned up the bad taste to move to Los Angeles.”

—Leslie Dixon

Perhaps there really is something inherently tacky about Los Angeles.

Whether it’s the mismatched houses, the nouveau riche displays of wealth, or the combination of flip flops with ball gowns, this not-uniform sprawl is undeniably unconventional.

But despite that gaucherie, LA has a pretty long tradition (well, long for a relatively new city) of city-based writers (especially screen writers).

Besides Hollywood’s (questionable) allure, one of the things that draws out-of-towners to this coastal metropolis, or keeps locals from leaving, (besides the weather) is that very bizarre collection of brash traits and “bad taste.”

Despite its “airhead” reputation, LA boasts a diverse population of people who love to read.

It’s no surprise Los Angeles has a slew of Borders and Barnes & Nobles. And I’d be lying if I were to say I wasn’t a fan of these mammoth, warehouse-like book sources, replete with carpets and coffee and couches to lounge on.

But the city’s large, commercial bookstores have a complement in the many independent book shops you’ll find here. LA’s big enough to accommodate those hoping for the practical chain store, with its supply and consistency, as well as the cozy, one-of-a-kind shop.

The Great Gatsby’s Jordan Baker once said she liked “large parties [because] they’re so intimate. At small parties there’s never any privacy.” The same rule goes for wide cities: their size can account for many mounds, crannies, crevasses, variety, and secrets.

Here are five bookshops—small, perhaps even unknown, that grace the city’s many borders.

Children’s Book World

10580 ½ W. Pico Blvd.
LA, CA 90064
310.559.2665
Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-5:30 a.m.
Sat: 10 a.m.- 5p.m.

It’s hard for me to be objective about this gem. Its enthusiastic employees introduced me to too many of my favorite books growing up. I spent many riveting afternoons there, curled up with an otherwise-impossible-to-find piece of fiction. But even were I not to have the fondest memories of the place, and even were I not to be aware of the fact that those working there know the ins and outs of all pages making their way through the ½ sign door, I would still say anybody with a soft spot for children, or children’s literature, or finger puppets, or story time should make his or her way to this three-room fantastical HQ.

Hennessey + Ingalls

214 Wilshire Blvd.
Santa Monica, CA 90401
310.458.9074
Mon-Sun: 10 a.m.-8 p.m.

Hennessey + Ingalls is beautiful, a real treat to explore. Just around the corner from the 3rd Street Promenade and another from the Santa Monica bluffs, this shop, like Rizzoli and Taschen, is a monument to art and architecture, and books concerning the two. It takes the specialized bookstore to an elegant and almost old-world level—you can almost see a scribe, a quill, and handwritten sets of parchment maps out of the corner of your eye—while offering intricate cards and handmade journals to purchase on your way out as you leave, inspired to create something lovely of your own.

The Mystery Bookstore

1036-C Broxton Ave.
LA, CA 90024
310.209.0415
Mon-Thurs: 10 a.m.-7 p.m.
Fri-Sat: 10 a.m.-9 p.m.
Sun: 12 p.m.-7 p.m.

An almost subterranean bookstore implausibly hidden between Westwood Village’s Eurochow and a parking lot, the Mystery Bookstores sells books only dealing with mysteries, offering the random and weird in addition to the commercial and easy-to-find. Harried passerbys and sweatershirt-clad students will be surprised at the scope of the Mystery Bookstore’s offerings. They are as likely to find new copies of Agatha Christie and Christopher Pike as they are to see dog-eared copies of Conan Doyle’s works.

Metropolis Books

440 S. Main St.
LA, CA 90013
213.612.0174
Tues-Sat: 11 a.m.-6 p.m.
Sun: 12 p.m.-5 p.m.
Second Thurs of each month (Art Walk): open until 10 p.m.

Straight out of Fritz Lang’s brain and onto the city’s streets, the title of this bookstore fittingly complements its placement in the bleak, post-apocalyptic setting of LA’s Downtown. True, this little section of Downtown is eclectic and funky, attracting a twenty-something crowd to its SoHo-like blocks, but the rest of the general area is stark and almost forbidding. Nevertheless, there’s something truly poetic—almost reminiscent of a comic book aesthetic—about that desolate countenance. It makes escaping into a warm, spacious, brightly-lit, well-stocked, book-filled zone all the more appealing. And once you’ve stepped inside and inched towards the shelves, you can pull a book down, one that’s either new, or was once lovingly paged through by unknown hands, sit on a stool, and begin to read with your coffee beside you and your knees drawn to your chin.

Village Books

1049 Swarthmore Ave.
Pacific Palisades, CA 90272
310.454.4063
Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-8 p.m.
Sat-Sun: 10 a.m.-6 p.m.

LA hipsters have long and disparagingly called the Pacific Palisades a cultural wasteland, full of people more concerned with tennis and tanning than with literary pursuits. But that characterization is unfair. Not-so-hidden at the end of one of the city-within-a-city’s main street blocks, Swarthmore, lies a small, warmly lit, and very welcoming bookshop by the name of Village Books. Veteran employees bake biscuits once a week and pass them around, the back-end children’s section looks like a full nook or one half of an internal brown gazebo, and the multitude of books makes a visitor wonder how so many volumes can fit into so petite a space. What the store doesn’t carry, its workers can order, and this haven has another marked advantage in its very near proximity to the sea.

Honorable Mentions:

Book Soup

8818 Sunset Blvd.
West Hollywood, CA 90069
310.659.3110
Mon-Sun: 9 a.m.-10 p.m.

Vroman’s Bookstore

695 E. Colorado Blvd.
Pasadena, CA 91101
626.449.5320
Mon-Thurs: 9 a.m.-9 p.m.
Fri-Sat: 9 a.m.-10 p.m.
Sun: 10 a.m.-9 p.m.

Skylight Books

1818 N. Vermont Ave.
LA, CA 90027
323.660.1175
Mon-Sun: 10 a.m.-10 p.m.

Portrait of a Bookstore

4360 Tujunga Ave.
Studio City, CA 91604
818.769.3853
Mon-Sat: 9:30 a.m.-10 p.m.
Sun: 10 a.m.-10 p.m.

Hi De Ho Comics & Books with Pictures

525 Santa Monica Blvd.
Santa Monica, CA 90401
310.394.2820
Wed-Sat: 11 a.m.-9 p.m.
Sun-Tues: 11 a.m.-7 p.m.