First of all, that isn’t true. I just watched The Simpsons on Hulu. But after that delightful nonsense, I headed to school.

The Khan Academy is a series of over one thousand videos (and growing) teaching subjects ranging from calculus

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Having recently moved into an apartment on 14 St Marks Pl, I am prepared to evaluate the neighborhood and why it is better than yours.

REASON #1 – Crif Dogs
There is a place, scant blocks from my apartment, where one can order a Spicy Redneck for < $5. A Spicy Redneck consists of a hotdog weiner wrapped in bacon, nestled in a cozy bun, and then topped with chili, jalepeños, and cole slaw. Does such a place exist in your neighborhood?

I thought not.

Also worth mentioning, if only for its inferiority, is the newly opened Good Dog exactly three doors from my apartment. Good Dog features standard hot dogs with uninspired toppings at reasonable prices. While not a terrible place, I see it struggling to survive amidst Chickpea, Crif Dogs, multiple yakitori bars, and a new Mamouns, etc etc ETC. Curiously, Crif Dogs, the superior of cuisine, employs a comedienne whose career has never and will never exist, while Good Dog features a serving man in the beginnings of what may proof to be a legitimate standup life.

From Over Funkytown

May 22, 2007

*plans his return*

Amidst the Salad‘s reverence for the Man of Steel, we’ve forgotten an embarrassing but existing style of Superman comic – the we’re fresh out of ideas comic. Superman has been around in various incarnations since Action Comics #1 in 1938, written by multiple authors, and let’s face it folks – they weren’t all winners. With this in mind I present our eighth potential superman author (sadly deceased), Shel Silverstein.shel_silverstein Of course, I choose Silverstein not because he’ll write the ridiculous plots fanboys love to hate, but because he’ll provide something wholly original.

Shel, beloved children’s poet and dirty cartoonist, could both write and draw his Superman, thereby sacrificing none of his original vision to the demons of collaboration.

With his sexual perversity, subtle or blatant, he could explore the Clark/Lois/Superman romance in a manner few have dared. I hate to claim ideas on behalf of the deceased, but perhaps Lois could suggest to Clark or Superman that she’d like a threesome with the other. Has the force of a super-ejaculation ever been explored?

On a non-sexual level, Silverstein’s interest in anatomy might explore how Superman cuts his super-hair or shaves his super-stubble (provided his incarnation didn’t blast energy from his eyes into a mirror reflected onto his shaving cream caked face, as we’ve seen before).

Lastly, given the magnitude of Superman’s power, there’s always been a careful balance between the Metropolis/world/Lois threatening situations that can motivate him to action and the lightness necessary to make a comic about a flying underwear model enjoyable. Silverstein’s ability to make a Big Deal out of the ordinary will allow us to see necessarily urgent plotlines on a smaller scale. Image Superman struggling with acne (a la young Peter Parker), boredom, or even poor cellular reception.

…because it didn’t seem like it was written in English.

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Frolic is an Important Book – potentially important enough to earn the scorn of students for years to come. Themes of Import include the obvious call for tort reform, but also the role of the artist in society, the role of a man as an artist, parent-child relationships, copyright law and the use of the public domain, the nuisance of television, the pervasiveness of television, greed, money as the sole metric by which we evaluate worth, and of course justice. The book makes use of all of its 500+ pages and even where words seem wasted they can be written off as an author’s statement about our society’s signal to noise ratio.

Written almost entirely in dialogue, the book revolves around Oscar Crease, a failed old curmudgeon who initiates two seemingly frivolous lawsuits, one against the director of a Civil War movie whom he claims stole ideas from his unproduced play Once at Antietam, and another against himself for being hit by his own car as he hotwired it. In the first lawsuit he seeks some justification for his life – a concrete identity as an artist and intellect. In the second he is scammed by lawyers he found on a matchbook cover. The author follows the first lawsuit to its finish as Oscar denies a $200,000 offer to settle, loses in court, and then appeals, all while legal bills grow absurd on both sides and the protagonist ignores his girlfriend and irritates his step-sister and her husband (himself a lawyer and eventually the subject of a lawsuit).

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