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May 24, 2006
Dishin' It
Willamette Week 5/24/2006
Half & Half just launched its own blog on UrbanHonking, which owner Robin Rosenberg writes "will attempt to create a true Half & Half 'experience' in cyberspace." What the hell does that mean? "It's gonna have [food] updates," Rosenberg told WW. "But also the goings on and the daily adventures of Half & Half."
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May 18, 2006
BLOG ON
Willamette Week 5/17/2006
Gossip Should Have No Friends
Portland blog community UrbanHonking (www.urbanhonking.com) has been rolling out some new titles lately, including a critical blog that most recently covered the PDX Film Festival called "Blogging the Shit Out of It." The most intriguing and well-written recent addition is a blog by local filmmaker Matt McCormick, founder and director of Peripheral Produce and the PDX Film Festival, called "Action Items." It's actually good, packed with stories of McCormick's journeys as a filmmaker, a ghost hunter and an urban spelunker.
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May 11, 2006
Reggie Fils-Aime: Executive of the Year
Today LGF features a special nerdy Los Angeles Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) photo op with J.John Afryl and Reggie Fils-Aime, Nintendo's Vice President of Sales and Marketing.
He is quite pleased to be seen beside a man who made a name for himself with his trademark opening: "My name is Reggie. I'm about kicking ass, I'm about taking names, and we're about making games."
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May 3, 2006
YACHT Rock
Laptop stars get joyful and destructive
by Zach Baron of the Village Voice
Cake Shop's "God rave"--so dubbed, Easter Sunday, by YACHT's Jona Bechtolt--was only the most right-now lie (show was not a rave) told by the three brothers-in-laptop (YACHT, Bobby Birdman, E*Rock) present. Other fiction included fake dates on the back of the tour shirt ("Praha" was a larf); E*Rock's originals, written variously by Yaz, Soft Cell, and whoever he ripped his "fight fight fight for your fanta-sy" bit from; and Bobby Birdman's chest-sized dreamcatcher. The inordinate amount of time the trio spent running in and out of the crowd? Less a lie than true two ways: Dudes were rock stars or populists, depending on which end of the jog they were on.
Like a wised-up SNL-night Ashlee Simpson, YACHT and co.'s DIY-meets-computers-meets-rap--they too mostly danced to prerecorded tracks--looked to capture the audience's heart by lying to us: to be onstage and bad at it at the same time. YACHT sang "Drawing in the Dark"--"Why would you be drawing in the dark/When you could be drawing in the light?"--with untouched markers in front of him, a dare nobody took 'cause he didn't really want them to. He also smashed his laptop screen, by accident. Broken, pixels everywhere, it looked just like the stage's back wall, on which the letters Y.A.C.H.T. were colorfully projected.
Birdman, closing the show, used a great smarmy lounge-singer voice to instead tell jokes about a washed-up Swedish entertainer he saw singing identical "get high on hope" schlock over and over different tracks of Mortal Kombat techno. When he himself finally crooned, you wondered about Bobby's own fate: The joke was on us, sure, but on him too.
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