Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Caught With Their Pants Down Trying to Expose a Weiner
The Daily Show may not be a source of news information strictly speaking, but its dedicated followers are often more informed than the viewers of whatever major news outlet you'd like to insert here.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Bad Romance But a Pretty Good Music Video
For most of my pre-high school life, the only music I knew much about was classical--as in Mozart, Bach, Beethoven. No, this isn't me trying my best to be a pretentious prick; it simply reflected my experience up to that point, having become a serious bass player in some local youth orchestras during middle school. When iPods became big with some of my friends back in 7th and 8th grade, I gained a little more exposure to artists like Green Day and Ludacris from listening to whatever music my friends were into while we hung out, but I was still pretty entrenched in Shostakovitch and Bartok.
So it may come as a surprise that I believe's Lady Gaga's Bad Romance to be one of the better music videos of late.
It seems cliche to highlight a video that already has so much publicity, but for me pop music is a world I'm still coming to grips with. I probably first heard of the pop culture queen at the 2009 GA Governor's Honors Program. We held weekly dances every Saturday night, and one of the songs that seemingly kept popping up at every dance was "Poker Face." At the time I pretty much didn't know anything about Lady Gaga or Poker Face, and though the song was fairly catchy I didn't give it much thought. Going into senior year, one of my friends would constantly listen to Lady Gaga (her answer when questioned about her adoration of the singer: "It's like she puts crack in her music!") and I assume it is from this friend's curiosity which led me to my first encounter with "Bad Romance." But it wasn't until someone sent me a Facebook link of an a cappella men's group singing the hit single months later before I internalized what Lady Gaga actually was.
The a cappella group, incidentally, is the University of Oregon's On the Rocks. They're really entertaining--this is the original video I saw back in May 2010 but they've since come out with a more polished video here--but I thought their dance movements were a bit, er, unusual to say the least. In trying to discover whether the moves were true to the choreography of the actual song, I was off to watch the Bad Romance music video.
Needless to say, I was blown away.
Now before we go any further, let me state that yes, it's no secret that Gaga takes many cues from Michael Jackson, Freddy Mercury, and no doubt Madonna, but in an age where most music videos are content to be a random hodgepodge of miscellaneous takes that'll hopefully look good as part of a montage, "Bad Romance" has a narrative, recurring motifs, and a visual spectacle worthy of a MTV video from the 80s. Granted, there is that random fashion bit, and the video doesn't quite mesh with the lyrics entirely. But when the opening lines are "I want your ugly, I want your disease," can you really expect the video to be a literal representation of lyrics that themselves don't always make perfect (apparent) sense? Besides, a good video should add to a song, not simply illustrate it.
In case you don't care to see it (or even if you do), the video starts with Gaga wearing razor blade glasses (?) surrounded by people (and a Great Dane) fresh from some costume party--or maybe this video's after party--with Bach, of all composers, dubbed over. Gaga then lifts her finger from the speakers (made by Parrot, if you'll notice) and the video proper starts: Gaga and some backup singers dressed in what is best described as white spandex leotards with funny hats and ski masks emerge from these pod things in the "Bath Haus of Gaga," followed by a literally wide-eyed Gaga who is kidnapped and drugged to perform in front of some menacing Russian guy who buys her and then is going to have his way with her, except he spontaneously combusts and Lady Gaga gets to wear a pyrotechnic bra by the end of it all. Oh, and there's a fashion runaway walk in there too.
Anyway, I promise the video is better than whatever I just wrote (this website does a better, wittier breakdown of the scenes). For me, one of the more curious motifs is the obvious and repeated product placement, such as the iPod classic, Nemiroff's vodka, the HP Envy laptop (with Dr. Dre's Beats logo, no less), and even the Wii's "nunchuck" controllers. Here's a better listing of the brands used if you're particularly into this, but more importantly is that most of the items are highly prominent and unlike many other placement promos, they're not even trying to pretend that it's not a blatant advertisement here. Of course, several critics have posited that maybe it's statement about capitalism or the music industry or materialism, especially given the video's narrative relating to human trafficking. Which it very well may be. But I'm sure it's still great money for both parties involved, even if its also a larger statement about whatever.
So it may come as a surprise that I believe's Lady Gaga's Bad Romance to be one of the better music videos of late.
It seems cliche to highlight a video that already has so much publicity, but for me pop music is a world I'm still coming to grips with. I probably first heard of the pop culture queen at the 2009 GA Governor's Honors Program. We held weekly dances every Saturday night, and one of the songs that seemingly kept popping up at every dance was "Poker Face." At the time I pretty much didn't know anything about Lady Gaga or Poker Face, and though the song was fairly catchy I didn't give it much thought. Going into senior year, one of my friends would constantly listen to Lady Gaga (her answer when questioned about her adoration of the singer: "It's like she puts crack in her music!") and I assume it is from this friend's curiosity which led me to my first encounter with "Bad Romance." But it wasn't until someone sent me a Facebook link of an a cappella men's group singing the hit single months later before I internalized what Lady Gaga actually was.
The a cappella group, incidentally, is the University of Oregon's On the Rocks. They're really entertaining--this is the original video I saw back in May 2010 but they've since come out with a more polished video here--but I thought their dance movements were a bit, er, unusual to say the least. In trying to discover whether the moves were true to the choreography of the actual song, I was off to watch the Bad Romance music video.
Needless to say, I was blown away.
Now before we go any further, let me state that yes, it's no secret that Gaga takes many cues from Michael Jackson, Freddy Mercury, and no doubt Madonna, but in an age where most music videos are content to be a random hodgepodge of miscellaneous takes that'll hopefully look good as part of a montage, "Bad Romance" has a narrative, recurring motifs, and a visual spectacle worthy of a MTV video from the 80s. Granted, there is that random fashion bit, and the video doesn't quite mesh with the lyrics entirely. But when the opening lines are "I want your ugly, I want your disease," can you really expect the video to be a literal representation of lyrics that themselves don't always make perfect (apparent) sense? Besides, a good video should add to a song, not simply illustrate it.
In case you don't care to see it (or even if you do), the video starts with Gaga wearing razor blade glasses (?) surrounded by people (and a Great Dane) fresh from some costume party--or maybe this video's after party--with Bach, of all composers, dubbed over. Gaga then lifts her finger from the speakers (made by Parrot, if you'll notice) and the video proper starts: Gaga and some backup singers dressed in what is best described as white spandex leotards with funny hats and ski masks emerge from these pod things in the "Bath Haus of Gaga," followed by a literally wide-eyed Gaga who is kidnapped and drugged to perform in front of some menacing Russian guy who buys her and then is going to have his way with her, except he spontaneously combusts and Lady Gaga gets to wear a pyrotechnic bra by the end of it all. Oh, and there's a fashion runaway walk in there too.
Anyway, I promise the video is better than whatever I just wrote (this website does a better, wittier breakdown of the scenes). For me, one of the more curious motifs is the obvious and repeated product placement, such as the iPod classic, Nemiroff's vodka, the HP Envy laptop (with Dr. Dre's Beats logo, no less), and even the Wii's "nunchuck" controllers. Here's a better listing of the brands used if you're particularly into this, but more importantly is that most of the items are highly prominent and unlike many other placement promos, they're not even trying to pretend that it's not a blatant advertisement here. Of course, several critics have posited that maybe it's statement about capitalism or the music industry or materialism, especially given the video's narrative relating to human trafficking. Which it very well may be. But I'm sure it's still great money for both parties involved, even if its also a larger statement about whatever.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Exit Through the Mockumentary?
Well well well, it appears we have finished with Exit Through the Gift Shop. Or have we?
Even a simple perusal of the movie's wikipedia page reveals that many have questioned the veracity of the movie's premise, of the character Thierry Guetta, and of Banksy's very motivation to make the movie. Is this a simple documentary of a peculiar Frenchman with a video camera, the manipulation by some key street artists of a peculiar Frenchman with a video camera, or a complete fabrication involving someone pretending to be a peculiar Frenchman with a video camera? Of course, the people behind the video insist that everything is just as it seems--Shepard Fairey even compares the doubters to Obama birthers in this Fast Company article--but c'mon, would Banksy really let us know he was just pulling the wool over our eyes and that we're all little gullible voyeurs? No, better to reassure us so he can privately gloat about just how gullible we truly are.
But honesty for it's own sake aside, do the intentions behind Exit Through the Gift Shop, whether it's pure documentary or a contrived satire of the art world, actually change the quality of the film? Certainly the meaning is dependent on what the filmmaker wished to do with the film. But deep down, Banksy is presenting exactly what he wants us to see; combined with the whole postmodern notion of the "death of the artist" and nothing really being original, perhaps the more important notion is what the audience gets out of viewing the film, regardless of what Banksy''s motives were. And if what we get out of viewing the film is that the whole thing is a Banksy set up, then who knows? Maybe that is the true purpose of the movie: that which seems real often isn't. And maybe that's okay.
So what does the audience come away with after watching Exit Through the Gift Shop? An entertaining story, that's for sure. Hell, it was even nominated for an Academy Award for Best Documentary. Maybe it didn't win because we aren't entirely sure why or how the movie came to be. But I remember ending this movie with something many others didn't: a great deal of admiration for Thierry Guetta. Yes, the guy's a nutcase. Yes, he's a completely unoriginal street artist. And if we are to believe the film, apparently he's even a shitty filmmaker despite his love for filming. However, whether he's a real guy with a real life or just a concoction of Banksy wit and parody, Guetta (aka Mr. Brainwash) is impressive in his own right. We can chide him all we want for his appropriation of street art, not really understanding what he's creating. But he is, in effect, something of an "anti-Banksy": unsophisticated, highly public, and keenly aware of the financial aspect of what's he's doing.
Even a simple perusal of the movie's wikipedia page reveals that many have questioned the veracity of the movie's premise, of the character Thierry Guetta, and of Banksy's very motivation to make the movie. Is this a simple documentary of a peculiar Frenchman with a video camera, the manipulation by some key street artists of a peculiar Frenchman with a video camera, or a complete fabrication involving someone pretending to be a peculiar Frenchman with a video camera? Of course, the people behind the video insist that everything is just as it seems--Shepard Fairey even compares the doubters to Obama birthers in this Fast Company article--but c'mon, would Banksy really let us know he was just pulling the wool over our eyes and that we're all little gullible voyeurs? No, better to reassure us so he can privately gloat about just how gullible we truly are.
But honesty for it's own sake aside, do the intentions behind Exit Through the Gift Shop, whether it's pure documentary or a contrived satire of the art world, actually change the quality of the film? Certainly the meaning is dependent on what the filmmaker wished to do with the film. But deep down, Banksy is presenting exactly what he wants us to see; combined with the whole postmodern notion of the "death of the artist" and nothing really being original, perhaps the more important notion is what the audience gets out of viewing the film, regardless of what Banksy''s motives were. And if what we get out of viewing the film is that the whole thing is a Banksy set up, then who knows? Maybe that is the true purpose of the movie: that which seems real often isn't. And maybe that's okay.
So what does the audience come away with after watching Exit Through the Gift Shop? An entertaining story, that's for sure. Hell, it was even nominated for an Academy Award for Best Documentary. Maybe it didn't win because we aren't entirely sure why or how the movie came to be. But I remember ending this movie with something many others didn't: a great deal of admiration for Thierry Guetta. Yes, the guy's a nutcase. Yes, he's a completely unoriginal street artist. And if we are to believe the film, apparently he's even a shitty filmmaker despite his love for filming. However, whether he's a real guy with a real life or just a concoction of Banksy wit and parody, Guetta (aka Mr. Brainwash) is impressive in his own right. We can chide him all we want for his appropriation of street art, not really understanding what he's creating. But he is, in effect, something of an "anti-Banksy": unsophisticated, highly public, and keenly aware of the financial aspect of what's he's doing.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Women's Rights in Wake of the Recent Scandals
Let me start off by saying I'm not a scandal kind-of-person. Or rather, I'm not the kind of person who cares much about them. Nor have I ever considered myself much of a feminist. I mean, I generally support women's rights, but only in the same way most Americans don't want to be called a chauvinist pig. Had you asked me a week ago, the most radical feminist notion I held was sometimes giving children the mother's last name instead of the father's.
Nonetheless, even I have managed to notice the recent surge of headlines involved powerful men taking advantage of women, from cheating husbands (Schwarzenegger) to allegations of rape (Strauss-Kahn). It might seem strange to suggest that Americans are overlooking these events--on the contrary, speculation about Weiner's photos, Strauss-Kahn's reputation, John Edward's affair, and new Schwarzenegger jokes have dominated the media in the past few weeks. However, my concern is not the nature of the scandals themselves--as long as people continue to have sex, there will be sex scandals--but rather what they reveal about lingering sexism in American culture.
Yes, we all know (or should know) that women continue to earn less than men for the same work. And yet, though most would acknowledge this as unfair, that same most (myself included) don't seem to give that much of a damn about this fact. And that's just the tip of the iceberg; this time.com article also touches on sexism in light of the scandals, and happens to mention that "America is one of only two industrialized nations, along with Australia, that do not guarantee paid maternity leave..." The shock is not that America does not guarantee paid maternity leave--with the share of crappy jobs I've had, I'm grateful for any sort of pay that doesn't involve actually showing up for work--but that most other first-world countries do. Really? So if I lived in England and was knocked up, I could count on taking time off to have a kid while still getting paid? Upon reading that I'm almost impelled to throw all my stuff in a lorry and move house: American women are farther behind than I thought.
And while many men seem to bounce back from even the most heinous accusations, the women don't always fair so well; the article from above mentions as much. Despite having a name almost as ridiculous as the scandal, Congressman Weiner is pretty secure from having to resign. Arnold Schwarzenegger will continue to star in movies. Granted, Strauss-Kahn did step down as chairman of the International Monetary Fund and may not be as likely a candidate for the French presidency anymore, but the French press has already had a heyday hounding the maid who brought on the charges, with several of Strauss-Kahn's closest aids implying that the whole thing might be a setup because they just can't believe the guy could possibly be that cruel. While we as a society might make a show of indicting or publicly humiliating some of these men, the women involved only seem to become cast as sluts or worse. Case in point: I was only six when the whole Monica Lewinsky thing was unraveling, but even I consider Clinton one of the better presidents in the past 50 or so years while Lewinsky is simply a girl who wanted some--and got a lot. Turns out she's been living in London since 2005 to try to escape this very reputation; at least she's guaranteed paid maternity leave.
Nor are these isolated incidents for the majority of the men. Apparently Weiner has been sending Twitter women photos of his weiner before and during his one-year-old marriage, and other women are now claiming affairs with the former Governator. But DSK is possibly the worst offender of all: not only did French journalist Tristane Banon already accuse Strauss-Kahn of behavior very similar to what he supposedly did to the maid, but her own mother suggested not saying anything about it because he was a fellow party member "en-route to greatness" and also related to her godmother.
So imagine being a woman, you're interviewing this pretty important guy in your country and all of a sudden he tries something fishy with you and you end up having to fight him off to avoid being taken advantage of. And you're thinking "I'm gonna get this sick bastard, I'll make him pay" when your mother comes and says "well, don't say anything, he's really important and from our party and he's your godmother's second cousin's husband" or some bullshit. "Look, I don't care if the guy's on his way to accept the Nobel Peace Prize, I had to fight him off to keep him out of my pants and I'm fucking saying something." And you do say something--except no one does anything. Hell, the guy might even be nominated for the presidency soon. This is what it means to be a woman in the 21st century?
According to this other times.com article, apparently DSK has a reputation for being rather, um, unreserved around women. And it takes some no-name New York maid to finally put her foot down on it. As if that weren't enough, two weeks later some former Egyptian banker is being accused of sexually assaulting another maid. In an expensive hotel. In New York City. I'm serious: look at this. You think he would have been a little more aware or at least more discrete.
I'm not saying that there aren't issues in the other direction, of course. There's actually a billboard in New Mexico put up by some guy that says "This would have been a picture of my 2-month-old baby if the mother had decided to not KILL our child!" Yes, many people have called this a huge breach of privacy for the woman involved. However, it doesn't state her name anywhere and does raise important questions about men's rights in the context of abortion and pregnancy. Now I don't know what their situation was, why they broke up, or how they each reacted to the pregnancy. I don't know, maybe she would have put up a billboard saying "This would have been a picture of my 2-month old baby if the father had decided to help RAISE our child." And frankly, if your ex-lover is going to such lengths as to pay for a billboard advertisement to publicly humiliate you, maybe it's better if you guys aren't together anymore. But details aside, it does kind of suck when you have no say in what's going to happen to your unborn kid simply because you're not the mother.
To be honest, I still don't really care what goes on in the private lives of politicians and celebrities; it's not any worse than what goes on in most people's private lives, only that the media hones in on the details of the rich and famous. I don't think male employees should be fired for telling a female co-worker she looks nice, people who cheat on their spouses can still make good leaders and diplomats, and the situation is far from black and white. Even Tristane Banon is now filing a separate complaint against Strauss-Kahn, though her lawyer has said she does not want her report to have any bearing on the New York case. But when we live in a world where the majority of sexual attacks go reported and it's the exception rather than the rule to speak out against a powerful man, it's a good sign we should reexamine, if not change, the way our society treats women's rights.
Read more at http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2076113,00.html?xid=feed-yahoo-full-mostpopular, http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2072521,00.html, and http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2072209,00.html.
Nonetheless, even I have managed to notice the recent surge of headlines involved powerful men taking advantage of women, from cheating husbands (Schwarzenegger) to allegations of rape (Strauss-Kahn). It might seem strange to suggest that Americans are overlooking these events--on the contrary, speculation about Weiner's photos, Strauss-Kahn's reputation, John Edward's affair, and new Schwarzenegger jokes have dominated the media in the past few weeks. However, my concern is not the nature of the scandals themselves--as long as people continue to have sex, there will be sex scandals--but rather what they reveal about lingering sexism in American culture.
Yes, we all know (or should know) that women continue to earn less than men for the same work. And yet, though most would acknowledge this as unfair, that same most (myself included) don't seem to give that much of a damn about this fact. And that's just the tip of the iceberg; this time.com article also touches on sexism in light of the scandals, and happens to mention that "America is one of only two industrialized nations, along with Australia, that do not guarantee paid maternity leave..." The shock is not that America does not guarantee paid maternity leave--with the share of crappy jobs I've had, I'm grateful for any sort of pay that doesn't involve actually showing up for work--but that most other first-world countries do. Really? So if I lived in England and was knocked up, I could count on taking time off to have a kid while still getting paid? Upon reading that I'm almost impelled to throw all my stuff in a lorry and move house: American women are farther behind than I thought.
And while many men seem to bounce back from even the most heinous accusations, the women don't always fair so well; the article from above mentions as much. Despite having a name almost as ridiculous as the scandal, Congressman Weiner is pretty secure from having to resign. Arnold Schwarzenegger will continue to star in movies. Granted, Strauss-Kahn did step down as chairman of the International Monetary Fund and may not be as likely a candidate for the French presidency anymore, but the French press has already had a heyday hounding the maid who brought on the charges, with several of Strauss-Kahn's closest aids implying that the whole thing might be a setup because they just can't believe the guy could possibly be that cruel. While we as a society might make a show of indicting or publicly humiliating some of these men, the women involved only seem to become cast as sluts or worse. Case in point: I was only six when the whole Monica Lewinsky thing was unraveling, but even I consider Clinton one of the better presidents in the past 50 or so years while Lewinsky is simply a girl who wanted some--and got a lot. Turns out she's been living in London since 2005 to try to escape this very reputation; at least she's guaranteed paid maternity leave.
Nor are these isolated incidents for the majority of the men. Apparently Weiner has been sending Twitter women photos of his weiner before and during his one-year-old marriage, and other women are now claiming affairs with the former Governator. But DSK is possibly the worst offender of all: not only did French journalist Tristane Banon already accuse Strauss-Kahn of behavior very similar to what he supposedly did to the maid, but her own mother suggested not saying anything about it because he was a fellow party member "en-route to greatness" and also related to her godmother.
So imagine being a woman, you're interviewing this pretty important guy in your country and all of a sudden he tries something fishy with you and you end up having to fight him off to avoid being taken advantage of. And you're thinking "I'm gonna get this sick bastard, I'll make him pay" when your mother comes and says "well, don't say anything, he's really important and from our party and he's your godmother's second cousin's husband" or some bullshit. "Look, I don't care if the guy's on his way to accept the Nobel Peace Prize, I had to fight him off to keep him out of my pants and I'm fucking saying something." And you do say something--except no one does anything. Hell, the guy might even be nominated for the presidency soon. This is what it means to be a woman in the 21st century?
According to this other times.com article, apparently DSK has a reputation for being rather, um, unreserved around women. And it takes some no-name New York maid to finally put her foot down on it. As if that weren't enough, two weeks later some former Egyptian banker is being accused of sexually assaulting another maid. In an expensive hotel. In New York City. I'm serious: look at this. You think he would have been a little more aware or at least more discrete.
I'm not saying that there aren't issues in the other direction, of course. There's actually a billboard in New Mexico put up by some guy that says "This would have been a picture of my 2-month-old baby if the mother had decided to not KILL our child!" Yes, many people have called this a huge breach of privacy for the woman involved. However, it doesn't state her name anywhere and does raise important questions about men's rights in the context of abortion and pregnancy. Now I don't know what their situation was, why they broke up, or how they each reacted to the pregnancy. I don't know, maybe she would have put up a billboard saying "This would have been a picture of my 2-month old baby if the father had decided to help RAISE our child." And frankly, if your ex-lover is going to such lengths as to pay for a billboard advertisement to publicly humiliate you, maybe it's better if you guys aren't together anymore. But details aside, it does kind of suck when you have no say in what's going to happen to your unborn kid simply because you're not the mother.
To be honest, I still don't really care what goes on in the private lives of politicians and celebrities; it's not any worse than what goes on in most people's private lives, only that the media hones in on the details of the rich and famous. I don't think male employees should be fired for telling a female co-worker she looks nice, people who cheat on their spouses can still make good leaders and diplomats, and the situation is far from black and white. Even Tristane Banon is now filing a separate complaint against Strauss-Kahn, though her lawyer has said she does not want her report to have any bearing on the New York case. But when we live in a world where the majority of sexual attacks go reported and it's the exception rather than the rule to speak out against a powerful man, it's a good sign we should reexamine, if not change, the way our society treats women's rights.
Read more at http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2076113,00.html?xid=feed-yahoo-full-mostpopular, http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2072521,00.html, and http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2072209,00.html.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
About Me
Welcome to my blog. I'm Cierra, but I often go by Cici. Originally from Chicago, I've lived in Atlanta for about 13 years now; I still haven't quite shaken the feeling that Atlanta feels small. I'm a freshman/sophomore at Georgia State University who loves to write, but as of now I'm not sure if I'd want to write professionally after graduating college. Other options I'm considering include becoming a high school teacher or public defender. I've yet to declare a major, but philosophy has always intrigued me while art history has recently captured my attention.
As far as my hobbies go, I'm not a particularly productive person, but I do enjoy listening to music, browsing the internet, and watching shows when not otherwise occupied. Occasionally I'll knit or read, and I have been known to play the double bass and act in local community theatre, though I haven't done either since graduating high school. I hardly ever watch TV--especially on an actual TV--but I tend to watch whatever shows my friends and lover are into at the moment. Currently, this includes Doctor Who, The Boondocks, Dexter, Three's Company, and Survivor. I'm also trying to catch up on Star Trek, Babylon 5, and Secret Diary of a Call Girl.
Anyone close to me will quickly discover I don't get out much. Having said that, I could most recently be found at the Renaissance Fair and the Shakespeare Tavern, and come September I plan on attending Dragon Con. I listen to a range of music; the genre I'm most familiar with is classical, but I'm slowly expanding into alternative rock by listening to 99X. I also listen to Lady Gaga. Currently, I work as a telemarketer for the Atlanta Ballet in addition to going to school but am looking for a new job. I'm also pondering transferring to UGA beginning in the 2012 spring semester.
Well, I hope you enjoy the site. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or rude remarks feel free to add a comment to this post.
As far as my hobbies go, I'm not a particularly productive person, but I do enjoy listening to music, browsing the internet, and watching shows when not otherwise occupied. Occasionally I'll knit or read, and I have been known to play the double bass and act in local community theatre, though I haven't done either since graduating high school. I hardly ever watch TV--especially on an actual TV--but I tend to watch whatever shows my friends and lover are into at the moment. Currently, this includes Doctor Who, The Boondocks, Dexter, Three's Company, and Survivor. I'm also trying to catch up on Star Trek, Babylon 5, and Secret Diary of a Call Girl.
Anyone close to me will quickly discover I don't get out much. Having said that, I could most recently be found at the Renaissance Fair and the Shakespeare Tavern, and come September I plan on attending Dragon Con. I listen to a range of music; the genre I'm most familiar with is classical, but I'm slowly expanding into alternative rock by listening to 99X. I also listen to Lady Gaga. Currently, I work as a telemarketer for the Atlanta Ballet in addition to going to school but am looking for a new job. I'm also pondering transferring to UGA beginning in the 2012 spring semester.
Well, I hope you enjoy the site. If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or rude remarks feel free to add a comment to this post.
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