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What’s the Difference Between the DNC and the RNC?

Friday, September 12th, 2008

OK, OK, I know it’s been a while since the conventions ended, but I still wanted to give you all my completely irrelevant comparison between the two…

Most Fun Welcome Media Party
Although I missed it, word on the street is the DNC one (which included free amusement park rides, food, and games) was much better.

Best Showcase of the City
The RNC Media Party showed off one of the best parts of the Twin Cities, and I got to have a fab time (and awesome t-shirt) on a free 5K the first day of the convention.

Most Media Access
Do you really have to ask? Let’s just say that the DNC was far more welcoming to the press and the public. There’s a reason there’s no gratuitous Jayna picture from the RNC.

Friendliest Attendees
Although the organizers liked to keep us nobodies out of the events, people attending the RNC almost always made a point to seek out the strangers when there were some, which I didn’t feel in Denver. At the RNC, one Republican told me Democrats are “intellectual snobs”…and although I hate to admit it, I don’t think her assessment was unfounded.

Most Exciting
Walking through the streets of Denver, you knew what was going on. Stores, streets, and restaurants were almost always packed. And there was enough Democratic merchandise being sold on the streets to put a third-world country’s market to shame (my favorite was the “It’s time for change!” watches). Walking around in St. Paul, however, was kind of spooky. It was almost like a Cristopher Pike novel where huge numbers of people had disappeared, and those left behind were greeted only by black fences and armed forces. There was so little RNC gear being sold, that if I’d just been a tourist who didn’t know what was going on, it would have taken me a while to figure it out. The number of people there was so low, that one of the events (the Civic Fest) is actually having to refund vendors their fees!

Most Inspiring
I think one of the key differences between the two was that the DNC itself (although not always its attendees) was far more inclusive…while there, it felt like there was really a movement and that everyone could join in. The RNC, though, made me feel like an outsider…like I’d somehow been disinvited to an elementary school party because some person in my group of friends had snubbed the party-thrower. So instead of getting to go to the party, I had to just hear about it from others.

Best Loved City
Much to my surprise, the group I was with far more preferred the Twin Cities over Denver. Yes, the Minnesotans are far friendlier than many other peeps in the U.S. But our group also really liked the outdoorsy aspect of all the lakes in the Land o’ Lakes.

Most Missed Movie
The DNC and Denver inspired no movie madness for me…Minneapolis however made me order Drop Dead, Gorgeous, which I just received today. I think I’ll go watch it now, don’t you know.

Curious

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

I feel like I’m in a bit of a bubble here, so out of curiosity…

A Dose of Nostalgia and “Bad Medicine”

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

Bon Jovi concert at Central Park

OK. So admittedly the NYPL card wasn’t the highlight of my weekend. I know…what could be better?

Well, how about a free Bon Jovi concert in Central Park? Yep…I got to see one of the hair-bangers from my childhood perform on the Great Lawn Saturday night.

Now…I’m a huge Bon Jovi fan. I dished out way more money than nothing to see the guys perform at the Staples Center in LA. Oddly enough, two of my fellow concert companions weren’t quite as big of fans of good 90s bands as I was (one admitted to wikipedia-ing the group before the concert).

Still…we all had our own BJ memories from childhood (and college…and adulthood). I mean, who doesn’t? Even an Eastern European dude I dated a few years ago used to rock out to them.

And who hasn’t windmilled a tennis racket or air guitar to “Blaze of Glory”?

And when one of the group’s ballads pumped across the sea of 60,000 concert-goers, I’m sure many other US-raised peeps my age were smacked with memories similar to mine — at the first middle school dance, doing the stiff two-armed sway as both kids quietly sing the song under their breath because they’re so nervous about being thisclose to someone of the opposite sex.

Yep…pretty crazy how a few songs can take you back so quickly.

waiting on the Great Lawn in Central Park

But just out of curiosity…

Mediatrotter

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

How good can a movie be that when you leave its premiere, nobody in your four-person group even talks about it? Even when one of those in the group was sort of involved in it? Not so good.

Wednesday I went with some old MU sports geeks to see the premiere of Gunnin’ for That #1 Spot. For those of you who haven’t seen it, it’s a documentary about high school basketball stars on the verge of NBA stardom. Directed by Beastie Boy Adam Yauch, the film centers around one of their games at Rucker Park in Harlem.

Sounds like a winner for a sports nerd like me…so why no love? Well, for starters, musician Yauch clearly considers himself more of a music man than a filmmaker, which makes for a pretty awful movie. I mean the end of the movie spent yards of film on music credits…detailing every mix in there, but does little to acknowledge the majority of the film clips used in it. Speaking of those clips…most were grainy Internet cut-and-paste jobs that not only make it nauseating to watch on the big screen but also — even before the credits started — left me with little faith that their makers got the same credit (or pay) that the musicians did for the film.

And the actual story? Well, I like documentaries. OK. I REALLY like documentaries. I love how they take the audience on a journey, and we get to see, hear, and feel what another person (or animal) sees, hears, and feels. But this movie doesn’t do that. This movie has no journey. And the whole thing was shot with just a week of following the guys (according to an AP article)…hardly the time it takes to really get to know a subject. Instead, we just get to hear that a court is famous, see some kids playing a game, and hear others talking about how hard they think their life must be (um, hello…”show don’t tell” is a pretty good rule of thumb when it comes to laying out a good story…why didn’t Yauch just SHOW us how hard their life must be?)

It got a lot of hype at the film festivals, and even the premiere drew its fair share of coverage (of course it probably helped that a few of the guys in it were going to be starring in the draft the next night and were in attendance for the big showing). But still, I have to say, it just wasn’t good enough. Fun to watch in the way that I’m sure it was fun to see Jordan play pro baseball…but all the time knowing that someone should just stick to his day job.

Boy Meets Korean

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

OK…I know I’m definitely back in the US again. How? Well, my day started at 6:45 this morning, as I drug myself off my sister’s couch in preparation for my flight to NYC. After a long day of layovers, delays, and cancellations, I finally made it to LGA 12 hours later.

So, when I hungrily strolled around my (temporary) East Village neighborhood, I was eager to try one of the many Korean places around here. I go into the one that looks the most veg friendly, and I plop down and plow into the food without a thought in the world.

There’s all of three other tables there with customers, but as I’m gnawing away on my kimchi — the first I’ve had since I was in Korea a year ago — I see someone that looks familiar. Could it be? No. It can’t be. This guy’s got a lot of facial hair. And I don’t remember Shawn Hunter having facial hair.

But a few minutes more of stalker staring later, and it was confirmed. I’ve had my first celebrity sighting since returning to the US. Yep. I saw Rider Strong, the heartthrob of my teen years (I think I may have even had a BOP poster or two of him back in the day) again. Yep. Again. I actually saw him on the other coast about two years ago. But that was at a party for a friend of a friend who was releasing a book on memoirs of the sex industry.

Welcome back to land of the movie people, Jayna…

I Like Wranglers

Wednesday, June 18th, 2008

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I don’t know why I find it so humorous that when I meet people, they always assume I’m from a coast. East or west…but never the Midwest. And never from a small town. Even people who’ve known me for a while are still pretty stunned at how country I grew up. I mean, I think I’m pretty country through and through (um, hello…I drove a pick-up truck!). Apparently, though, it doesn’t always show.

My apparent lack of countri-ness cracks me up even more when my St. Louis friends make their two-hour way down to my neck of the woods and see for themselves all that is my hometown. But, it’s true. I grew up in a small town (as did JCM).

A couple of weekends ago I even went back to go with my pops to the local Country Days festival. It’s the summer festival for the “big city” of Farmington (pop. 13,924), about 20 miles from my hometown. I loved going there as a teen, and I have to say, some parts of it never get old. Especially the funnel cakes. Um. Um. Funnel cakes.

funnel cake

*PS: Ten points to the first person who can name the artist who performed at Country Days (as seen in the above video). I have to admit it’s a bit harder than say, Usher, but if you’re country at all, you’ll know him…

So Much Country…

Monday, May 12th, 2008

Seriously…does the whole world relate to John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads”? Apparently.

Here’s the Egyptian version of it…and you can get a little bit of a taste of what our next-table neighbors were like the whole dinner cruise. Yeah…when my sister and I picked up our bags to go on the deck and watch the city lights they frantically tried to stop us from leaving the boat telling us we couldn’t get off the boat yet and that the doors were locked. Really…I had no idea that I couldn’t get jump off the boat at any time…

Random Readings

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

A fellow writer forwarded this to a group of us this past week. It’s a Sydney Morning Herald blogger’s account of why the US is “The most underrated country in the world”. Kind of surprising read…and comments, too. Who knew foreigners actually realized the difference in people between coasts (and all that’s in between)?

And while reading a story in The Best American Travel Writing 2007 I came across this line by Edward Hoagland, written in 1966: “The Canadians are a muted version of Americans, lacking our worst and also our best qualities.” Hmmm…agree? I’m pretty sure I do.

I’m Sure You Were Hangin’ Tough

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

New Kids on the Block shirt

Right before I left on my trip I got a fabulous package from the ol’ LA roommates. Inside was a book that is nearly impossible to find abroad (and was supposed to meet me in India) and a surprise t-shirt. Of course the book was great to get…but the t-shirt was a major pick-me-up before the tour.

I’m sure with my absence of posts/pics you were thinking Please Don’t Go Girl…but I have a feeling that y’all were Hangin’ Tough. Come on. You had to know that I’ll Be Loving You Forever.

Yeah…I’ve worn the shirt like five times already.

A Little Bit of Sugar, Sugar

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

Archie comic book

I was a big dork when I was little and often got in trouble for trying to read at the dinner table. For some reason, I would read Archie comic books everywhere and couldn’t put them down even come supper time.

Here in South Africa, I’ve been helping the kids develop their reading skills. I discovered this fabulous little find hidden away in their reading books. Definitely had to read this 1987 edition during a silent reading session. I think I may have owned this book myself when I was in elementary school. I’m pretty sure, though, it cost my folks more than the two rand the people here paid for it!