Let’s go Metsies!

As you can see from my icon, I’m a Mets fan. Like, the biggest (I’ll have to show you my new shirt). So why haven’t I said anything about them lately?

1. I’m having flashbacks to last year.
2. I prefer not to think about them when I’m around sharp objects.

But, since they’ve won their last two games and are in the lead for the Wild Card, maybe things have turned around. It’s too soon to know for sure. This quote by Mets manager Jerry Manuel sums up my feelings: “They won’t allow me to have a laugher. They’ll make a laugher a tear-jerker. Hopefully we’ll laugh about this in November.”  He said this after the Mets won a game by the score of 9 – 7 when they’d had a lead of 8 – 2. Last night, they had a more decisive victory, and I hope they can continue to win as we go into the last week of the season. I’d still like for them to win the division, and not the Wild Card, but if that’s what we have to take, so be it.

Boom goes the dynamite!

I was rereading a Television Without Pity recap of Veronica Mars, and I came across a reference to this video. I’d actually never heard of it until the first time I read that recap, and now I’m sharing the funny with you. It’s painful, but hilarious.

Seriously?

There is not, in this day and age, any good excuse for not understanding the theory of evolution. Even if you don’t believe that evolution is a satisfactory explanation for how we came to be here, you should at least know what it is that you oppose. I thought that misunderstanding or misrepresenting evolution was a particularly American thing to do, but I guess that’s not true. I was reading an article in England’s Daily Express about several actors (Paul Bettany, Jennifer Connelly, Rosamund Pike, and Joseph Fiennes) who are gearing up to do films about Charles Darwin’s life, and I was horrified to read this sentence: All four Hollywood stars are lining up to appear in films about Darwin, who developed the controversial theory of evolution, which argued that humans descended from apes.

Really? That’s it? Evolution is a rich, complex theory based on observation of the natural world, living species, and the fossil record, and all they can boil it down to is that it says humans descended from apes? AND THAT’S NOT EVEN WHAT EVOLUTION SAYS. So I’m disappointed. By the way, the theory of evolution states that humans and apes descended from a common ancestor, but in no way says that humans came from apes. If we had, why would apes still exist? Stupidity like this is frightening.

I wrote the editor an email about the story, not that I think it will help. I’m familiar with the Daily Mail, which is roundly mocked because it is rather right-wing and not usually terribly concerned with the accuracy of the articles it publishes, but I didn’t know that the Daily Express was the same way. I guess I learned something today, even if it’s not what the Daily Express thought it was teaching me.

Too touchy?

I don’t consider myself easily offended. I make and laugh at jokes about women, black people, New Jerseyans, Americans, Christians, liberals, and a host of other groups to which I belong. And I do believe that non-black people can talk about, or disagree with, black people without automatically being considered racist. So why did it bother me so much today when a white coworker used the word “uppity” to describe an annoying black patron?

I’ve been thinking about it for the last couple of hours, and I think I’m bothered because the word uppity has such a troubling history. When I hear it, I think of a person whose behavior is somehow above what could reasonably be expected from one of his or her station. I don’t know if this is a definition that would be used by that any significant portion of the non-black population when defining uppity, but it’s probably what a lot of black people think when they hear it. This word has been the subject of recent press, after Lynn Westmoreland, a Republican Congressman from Georgia, used it to describe Barack and Michelle Obama, then claimed to be ignorant of any racial connotations to the word. He’s from Georgia. Even if that’s not what he meant when he said the word, I find it unlikely that he could have spent the past 58 years in Georgia without somehow knowing that this word might have had a racist connotation. His explanation that he thought they were elitist and snobbish also makes no sense. They’re pretty high up on the freaking totem pole, buddy. Certainly higher than you. How do you expect them to behave? Also, I’m really love it if I Westmoreland could answer this question: what about a duly elected senator who won his party’s vote to be their Presidential candidate could be considered too elite? Don’t we want our leaders to belong to a relatively high class in society? Who should be of a higher class than those who aspire to lead our nation? And if that higher class does exist, why aren’t they running things?

So this patron was annoying, but in the same way that scores of other patrons are annoying many times throughout the day. She didn’t seem to look down on us, she just didn’t really care that what she wanted didn’t conform to library rules. She was over the whole rules thing, but she never acted as though she was above us. I get along just fine with my coworker and I’ve never thought for a second that he might have a problem with me due to my race, but things like this always make me uneasy.

Poor, dumb, Joe

I always get concerned when people blithely dismiss what Tim has to say, because he often seems to know how the judges are going to feel about a garment. I cringed at Joe’s confidence in his design, in the face of so much serious criticism. Even if he wasn’t willing to listen to Tim, he really should have been concerned at the way the Mean Girls (Kenley and Jerell) gleefully mocked his suit. Would they have done that to a piece that could be considered strong? Doubtful. They were so confident that his design was hideous, and that alone should have made him go back and make some changes.

Kenley seems to be all about trashing people, and it’s hilarious that she has the nerve to talk about anybody else having a limited vision or talent, when she’s clearly making the same thing over and over, too. She has no room to talk, and I like that Heidi sort of called her out on that. The mean girl in me thinks that it will be very satisfying to see what happens when Kenley and Jerell end up turning on each other. That expression on Kenley’s face when she didn’t win was definitely a step in the right direction.

AND WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MESS ON JERELL’S HEAD??? Dear god, that man is nuts. I can’t believe that he allowed himself to be photographed for a national magazine wearing that crap. It looks like a vine attacked his hair. I hope that gets photoshopped out.

I don’t usually remember what happens in the previews from one week to the next, but I find it amusing that everybody’s commenting on how off the mark Kenley is. I also think they even showed a bit of one of her overly defensive responses, coupled with Tim telling her to ditch the attitude and sarcasm, and I seriously just cannot wait.

Other thoughts:

I kind of loved Nina’s “I will say no more” to Suede. Maybe she’s also sick of his tendency to speak of himself in the third person and knew enough not to engage him in conversation.

Will Korto ever win? I think that her consistent excellence seems to work against her; maybe the judges have come to expect amazing garments from her, and they’re not as highly valued as they might be from another designer.

It seems to me that, in their individual interviews, this group of designers is more likely to focus on the other designers than themselves. I guess a lack of self-absorption is nice, but they don’t ever have anything nice to say about the competition. It gets a little difficult to see such negativity every week. Where’s the love??

Creepy carousel animals

As promised yesterday, here are pictures of the terrifying hellbeasts that masquerade as harmless carousel animals at Van Saun Park. Click on any photo to see the monster in its full-sized glory.

Mom and EJ were lulled into a false sense of security.

I can’t imagine forcing a kid to ride on this, unless it was some new form of punishment.

Why does this pig/boar need tusks like that?

I don’t understand why somebody thought a child would want to ride on this.

I’m pretty sure that’s not what they mean when they say “seahorse.”

Evil. Pure, flightless, evil.

That ape doesn’t actually look like it originated in hell, but the too-human expression is creepy in its own way.

I’m sure it’s not an accident that all of the truly scary animals had no riders during the three go rounds that I saw. I don’t care how many gaudy, happy colors you put them in, these beasts are just unnatural and wrong, and I can’t see how any child in his or her right mind would actually consent to sitting on them.

Andiamo Benefit Motorcycle Run

My nephew, Satanski, is really into motorcycles. I think a lot of kids really dig them, but he’s been obsessed pretty much since he was old enough to talk and this obsession shows no sign of abating. Lately he’s been acting out quite a bit, and we don’t let him get away with it (think lots and lots of time out), but we try to do nice things for him when he is behaving well. A few weeks ago, we started to see signs for the Andiamo Benefit Motorcycle Run, and knew that we had to take him.

The motorcycle run raises money for various medical and educational charities. Each biker, passenger, or attendee at the after party pays an entry fee. The run raised about $160,000 last year (I haven’t seen figures for this year). I have no idea how I never heard of this run before this year; it’s been going on for nine years now and I’ve been home when it happened for five of those years (nonconsecutively).

The run started in Haworth, which is not even 15 minutes from here, but I’d never even stopped in that town before. It never ceases to amaze me how little I know about New Jersey, for all that I’ve lived here my whole life. I realize how ridiculous it is that I find it weird that some people I know have hardly been out of their home county, and yet there are towns in my own county about which I’m not even slightly knowledgeable (although, in my own defense, there are 70 towns in my county).

I know nothing about motorcycles, but I saw a bunch of different kinds on Sunday. I saw big ones (I heard the word “hog” used), Harleys, pretty red ones that I would ride, tiny things that looked like they’d get lapped by everybody else, and even a couple of bikes with sidecars! It was pretty awesome, and seeing so many people who were so into riding motorcycles was pretty fun. I like to see people enjoy themselves. I should have taken more (or better) pictures, but I was waving like a loon. I also took some video, but I can’t find it on my computer right now and I have no intention of checking my memory card at 12:30 in the morning, so I’ll just have to look tomorrow.

We only stayed for the beginning of the run, just while the riders zoomed onto the route, because we didn’t think Satanski would enjoy the two hours it would take for them to come back. Mom and I were enjoying the day and the kid wasn’t quite ready to head back home, so we decided to go to the park afterward. We went to Van Saun Park, which is a county park. At Satanski’s insistence, we started out by riding the train, which costs a dollar per ride for anybody over the age of two. I thought that this was a steal, until later, when a friend informed me that she remembered when a train ride cost only a quarter. Bummer. It was 90-some odd degrees on Sunday, and I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised at the speed of the train; we went fast enough that the air felt good and helped cool me down, but not so fast that the kids on the train got queasy and hurled. It’s a delicate balance.

After the train, we went to the zoo and then to the carousel. The zoo was smelly and depressing, and all of the animals looked like they had just given up. I haven’t been to a big zoo in a couple of years, but I don’t remember the animals at Central Park Zoo looking quite so suicidal. The animals at the carousel were actually way more menacing than the actual real live animals at the zoo. I took some pictures of some of the animals in the carousel, and they are disturbing enough to warrant their own post. More to follow.

Blayne, I get; Terri? Not so much.

Ah! So this is about the episode of Project Runway that aired on September 10. I wrote most of this while I was watching the show for the first time and then finished and forgot to publish it!

The challenge this week was to create an avant-garde outfit based on the astrological sign of one of the two designers on the team. Just judging by their reactions upon being told the theme, I sort of doubt that a lot of these people understand what avant-garde means. And I think that Tim understands this. I think the producers are kind of evil geniuses, so their idea of having people who lost work with people still on the show is pretty hilarious. The tension in that room must be almost unbearable. I would hate to be Keith. Poor Keith. He just never catches a break, does he?

Kenley and Emily are so annoying together. Kenley by herself is a lot to take, and giving her a sidekick in her cockiness is not helping matters. What are you so chipper about, Emily? When this is done, you go home. Suede must have been really really stressed out. He forgot to use the third person when talking about himself. For this reason, and this reason alone, I will acknowledge his existence today.

I am not impressed with Kenley’s outfit, and the way that she gets so defensive whenever the judges off any criticism makes me cringe. 1) It’s totally unprofessional to argue with people who are offering their opinions on your item and 2) sometimes I respond that way to criticism, and it’s humbling to see how immature and ugly a reaction it really is.

I felt that a lot of the items made for this challenge were pretty fugly, and I guess I’m biased because she was hilarious and talented, but I’m bummed that Terri had to go home. Also, her items consistently received very high marks, and even if they were disappointed by her outfit and her inability to play nice with Keith, I think she was deserving of another chance. Blayne has been making weird and unflattering outfits almost from the get-go, and I think that he was being kept around for entertainment value, until the producers realized that everybody has a really leathery friend whose brain has been fried by the tanning bed. Being tanorexic is not entertaining for more than 5 seconds (although Blayne’s stock did rise when he unironically called Stella “leatherface”). I didn’t get Jerells’ dress at all, and though that Leanne should have won. I guess they didn’t want to give it to her three times in a row. Leanne makes great clothes pretty much all the time now, and I think that this is her competition to lose.

Where I’ve been

I disappeared for a bit, mostly due to the fact that I wanted to finish up the pair of socks I was knitting (for me!). I realized that I’ve really been knitting a lot in September. I’ve only read four books this whole month, and usually I read that many books in a week. So yeah, I’ve been knitting a lot, which means that I’ve also been watching a lot of tv on dvd. I still can’t believe how much I’d forgotten about Veronica Mars and Grey’s Anatomy. I’m not just talking about specific events in individual episodes. I’d forgotten love interests, major plot points, and really important instances of character development. If you’d given me a pop quiz on Veronica Mars two weeks ago, I would have failed miserably. Troy? Forgot him. Piz? How could I have forgotten Piz? Plus, I’d actually forgotten who had planted the bomb on the bus, although I did remember that that character was a bad guy.

So far, I’m not finding that I forgot the same amount of stuff in relation to Grey’s Anatomy. I wonder why this is. Perhaps it’s because Grey’s is much more present in general pop culture, so I had a better chance of being reminded of things that might otherwise be forgotten. I started with season two, since that’s what I had, and am now going back through season one. I liked Meredith better when she had some bite, and I think that the return of her spark is what made me enjoy the second half of season four as much as I did.

I went to the Andiamo Motorcycle Run this past Sunday, September 14, and I will be posting pictures of that tomorrow.

Dream on, Jumpstreet!

Yay! Veronica Mars is getting way better. I’m more than halfway through season 1 now, and we’ve gotten to the point where Logan is a much friendlier psychopath. He’s still nuts, but now he uses all those psychoses for the good of the people he likes. It’s pretty great. I really always loved the Veronica-Logan pairing, and it’s great that they spent so much time subtly altering his character so that, by the time the two of them got together, it wasn’t jarring and unexpected. I contrast this with the way that the Chuck Bass character was rehabbed rather quickly by the Gossip Girl writers. I actually adore Chuck now, but it’s not believable how the guy who tried to rape two girls in the first episode is somehow now this hardened, but secretly sweet, sorta-hero. Also, the VM production values have increased appreciably (now, when characters travel by car, the scenery they pass is real), which is definitely adding to my enjoyment.