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Some kid just stopped by my house trying to raise money for college by selling magazines. Or at least that’s what I think he was doing. I didn’t end up buying anything, and not solely because I’m cheap (you all know that I am), but more so because I was just confused. As I shut the door it dawned on me how crucial the ability to sell something is as a skill. And of course as part of that effective communication.
As I came back to my desk I was picturing the scene from Boiler Room where the main character gives the telephone sales person a lesson on selling. I felt like I should’ve done the same for this poor guy. What he gave me was some strange round-about speech about “have you been to college” and “do you have any advice for me for college” and then started handing me these laminated cards and he’s talking about magazines and earning points... and at that point I was just like “dude, can’t handle it right now.”
A more effective approach would be to get back to the basics and hit up the good ol’ Who, What, When, Where, Why, and How. Ok, in this case he could probably could have struck the Where, but the others would have been infinitely useful. Allow me to illustrate:
Who: Hello, I am [name]
What: I have a dream of opening up a restaurant in Las Vegas and the first step for that dream is going to culinary school. Today I am out trying to raise money to help me achieve the first step of that dream. I am working with this project [hand first laminated sheet], which is a legitmate national organization.
How: Here [hand second laminated sheet] is a list of highly entertaining and insightful magazines that you can order through me. Each order that's placed helps me earn points that can lead to scholarship money for school.
Why: There are a lot of reasons to particiapte in this. First of all you will be helping someone achieve a life long dream. You will also recieve a magazine in exchange, which can bring you pleasure, education, or a little of both. You can also choose to purchase one of these magazines as a gift for somebody else. What are your interests? Maybe I can recommend a magazine from the list [which was quite long].
When: I have one shot at this program so I have to collect orders on the spot. I'd love to be able to give you more time to think about it, but that's not possible in this case.
Had I been approached like that, I would have been armed with all of the information necessary to make a decision, and might have felt more compelled to pick out one of the mags.
In fact, now that I think about it, there was a high school kid that came around last week raising money for his summer league. This kid was obviously younger than the fellow that stopped by today, but he had an intuitive grasp of the sales process. He started off by telling me his name and where he lived (Who and Where, if you like); that he was raising money for his high school's summer league team (What); he handed me a piece of paper and said that to contribute you could buy a car wash or pancake breakfast, or that you could simply donate money (How). The Why might have been the icing on the cake there, but I felt very informed very quickly and dug out $5 as a donation (I'm too lazy to take my car for a wash at the school's campus or go anywhere for a pancake breakfast).
There was also a difference in nerves between the two. The culinary school kid vibed that he was inconveniencing me while the baseball kid acted as if he was just doing his job. Going door to door isn't easy by any stretch, but I think you've got to approach it as if you've got something viable to sell (whether it's a charitable cause or some actual product) and that some people are going to want it and others aren't.
I think the baseball kid shows that some people have a natural ability for selling and just know how to phrase things to make them more palatable to customers. All's not lost for the rest though, because I think selling is very teachable and when you realize how much of life is selling -- whether you're selling a product or selling yourself -- there's a very strong case for nearly everyone learning how to sell.
Kopp
Friday, May 08, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I'm sorry to do this...
I've decided that since these two commercials have earwigged their way deep into the hippocampus of my brain and don't appear ready to leave anytime soon, I would do the disservice to all of you to spread the affliction, which, like many other affronts to the human race, began with the unholy union of chain restaurants and advertising agencies. Once again, Sorry.
Take one of these...
...and one of these...
...And count backwards from 100. Hopefully you'll pass out before the blood starts to run from your ears but in any case, don't be scared. When you wake up, you'll feel completely normal aside from an intermittant urge to eat bananafish pancakes in your garage. (if you've read the post before clicking on the links, that last phrase might not have made much sense. It will.)
Take one of these...
...and one of these...
...And count backwards from 100. Hopefully you'll pass out before the blood starts to run from your ears but in any case, don't be scared. When you wake up, you'll feel completely normal aside from an intermittant urge to eat bananafish pancakes in your garage. (if you've read the post before clicking on the links, that last phrase might not have made much sense. It will.)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Resetting My Sleep Schedule
For pretty much all of my life I've had a pretty odd sleep schedule. I've tended to always prefer the night time and have been known to stay up until all hours of the night for pretty much no reason, and then sleep through much of the day. I've tried setting myself on a "normal" sleep schedule -- particularly since I married a woman with a very normal sleep schedule -- and the only way I've been able to achieve it is:
1) Using a high powered alarm clock set far away from the bed to get me out of bed in the morning
2) Ingesting large amounts of caffeine to jump start the system at the beginning of the day
3) Staying on the brink of exhaustion most of the time to allow me to fall asleep at a normal hour
But It's time to put those days behind me and the inspiration is this great illustration of circadian rhythms that I found in Wikipedia, complete with the good ol' Da Vinci man in the middle (click here for the larger version). So the new schedule is starting now, and that means going to bed between 11PM and 12AM -- after melatonin secretion has started and after bowel movements have been supressed -- and getting up in the morning at 7AM -- just after the sharpest rise in blood pressure and slightly before melatonin secretion stops.
But that's not all. This handy chart has encouraged me to do a whole lot more with my life. Here are a few of the other things that I am now setting out to do to make the most of my circadian rhythm:
Alternatively, between 7PM and 9PM would work. When I have my body heat harnessing device invented I will be spending this time slot extracting my body's heat, but I'm sure I'll be able to talk on the phone at the same time. I can't promise that the body heat extracting device won't be noisy, but I'm sure we can talk loudly.
This schedule also leaves me little time to blog, but I'll be sure to check back in in a couple of weeks to let readers know how my life has been elevated to supreme levels by following this schedule.
1) Using a high powered alarm clock set far away from the bed to get me out of bed in the morning
2) Ingesting large amounts of caffeine to jump start the system at the beginning of the day
3) Staying on the brink of exhaustion most of the time to allow me to fall asleep at a normal hour
But It's time to put those days behind me and the inspiration is this great illustration of circadian rhythms that I found in Wikipedia, complete with the good ol' Da Vinci man in the middle (click here for the larger version). So the new schedule is starting now, and that means going to bed between 11PM and 12AM -- after melatonin secretion has started and after bowel movements have been supressed -- and getting up in the morning at 7AM -- just after the sharpest rise in blood pressure and slightly before melatonin secretion stops.But that's not all. This handy chart has encouraged me to do a whole lot more with my life. Here are a few of the other things that I am now setting out to do to make the most of my circadian rhythm:
- Highest testosterone excretion is at 9AM, so this is when I will train everyday for my debut in the Ultimate Fighting Championship octagon. Of course, I will refuse to take any match that isn't scheduled at 9AM.
- High alertness is at 10AM. This is when I will do all of my driving. If there are errands to run 10AM is when that happens, otherwise I stay inside.
- Best coordination is at 2:30PM. Washing dishes and other house chores will take place at this time -- dropped, broken, and chipped dishes will be a thing of the past. I will also hone my shuriken throwing skills during this time slot.
- At 3:30PM is the peak of reaction time so obviously this is the time I will set aside to play Wii baseball. Think you can get a 90mph fastball by me Mr. Wii? Think again.
- Greatest cardiovascular efficiency and muscular strength comes at 5PM. I'll never succeed in my 9AM UFC debut without being in shape, so this is when my training will take place. Of course this will have to be done at home (no driving after peak alertness) and without any weights (why risk injuring myself with weights after peak coordination time?).
- Highest blood pressure and body temperature occur at 6:30PM and 7PM, respectively. I will use this time to harvest my body's naturally elevated temperature and turn it into electricty to help power my house. Since no such device for doing that currently exists, I will use the peak alertness time on days that I don't drive anywhere to work on inventing such a device.
Alternatively, between 7PM and 9PM would work. When I have my body heat harnessing device invented I will be spending this time slot extracting my body's heat, but I'm sure I'll be able to talk on the phone at the same time. I can't promise that the body heat extracting device won't be noisy, but I'm sure we can talk loudly.
This schedule also leaves me little time to blog, but I'll be sure to check back in in a couple of weeks to let readers know how my life has been elevated to supreme levels by following this schedule.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
A Few Fun Links
Please tell me that by now you've heard the infamous audio of Christian Bale losing his shit on the set of the new Terminator move. What? No? Ok, well here it is. But I'll give you one better, nay! two better! Here's a clip from Conan with James Lipton reenacting the whole scene. You heard me right, James Motherflippin Lipton. And if that doesn't give you your fill of Balemania, check out this response from Warner Brother's PR department.And now for something completely different... Think the recession is no fun? Try setting it to music. Ah yes, the sweet sounds of the economy going down the tubes!
A Rather Odd Movie Review
So I received this letter from The New York Times the other day:
This was a surprising letter since I believed that my wife and I were the only ones that had a copy of our wedding video. What was even more surprising, however, was the review that was attached:
'Til a Dull Movie Do You Part
There is nothing inherently wrong with choosing a wedding as a setting for a movie. Love, deception, trust, betrayal -- these are all themes that can play out as a couple walks down the aisle under the gaze of friends and family. What can't work in this particular setting, or any other setting for that matter, is a plotless, conflict free, hour of drivel. Welcome to "Matt & Jackie: 7/7/07."
We are first introduced to the main characters as they meet at the wedding alter in a beautifully apportioned outdoor wedding. Pachelbel's Canon in D slowly fades out and a handsomely dressed wedding party looks on as the female minister begins the ceremony. Viewers are then forced to sit through the entire wedding ceremony in real time, an intractably dull half-hour that brings little to the table in terms of revealing character motivations or underlying conflict.
Most viewers will undoubtedly be ready to cheer -- if they haven't already walked out of the theatre -- as rings are finally exchanged and the saccharinely happy couple kisses. A yet optimistic viewer might expect that at this point we would be treated to some sort of character development, tension building, or -- for God's sake! -- some dialogue. That optimistic movie goer (not to mention yours truly) would be sadly mistaken though.
What follows the ceremony is an extended montage that reveals nothing about either of the main characters or a single one of the wedding attendees. Instead, it appears to have been used almost solely to add time to the production and hopefully hoodwink viewers and distract them from the fact that the movie is completely void of any meaningful plot. As the mediocre music drones on, the camera jumps from one location to the next observing small groups of the wedding guests enjoy cocktails -- all in excruciating real time.
Any human being with an IQ over 10 will have almost certainly left the theatre and demanded their money back by the time the post-ceremony montage has finished. I must have somehow pissed off my editor though, and quite literally had to be restrained as I tried desperately to avoid wasting any more of my life watching this rubbish. Faced with a choice of losing my job or finishing the movie, I persevered. I was rewarded with a poorly rehearsed cake cutting scene along with multiple slow dancing scenes that would have put a meth addict to sleep.
What could have been bright spot among this hopeless mess were the speeches given by the best man, maid of honor, and the father of the bride. The speeches were punchy and humorous, yet touching at the same time. However, without any previous development of any of the characters involved, it was impossible as a viewer to take much of anything from the speeches other than the reactions of the actors. So what could have been a small oasis in this hopelessly arid crapfest of a movie fell flat and somehow left me even more despondent.
I was hopeful that, as the wild and very apparently drunk group of wedding attendees rushed to the floor at the conclusion of the father-daughter dance, we would finally get some sort of tension or climax. I was terribly wrong. As what appeared to be the most interesting part of the night began to unfold, the movie abruptly ended.
To say that this was a poorly written movie would be to assume that there was a script in the first place. Clearly words had been put on paper -- the aforementioned speeches as well as the ceremony were obviously pre-planned -- but the writer seems to have no sense of how to set up a story, create conflict, or generally keep his viewer from wanting to bite through the restraints keeping him in his chair, throw the movie projector at his boss, and run out into oncoming traffic.
Even as an attempt at avant-garde filmmaking, this falls light years short. It is all too clear that everyone -- the main characters, the wedding party, the attendees -- are all happy at the beginning of the film, and are all just as happy (if not also much drunker) by the end of the film. It truly is traveling without moving, and in a movie that is about as interesting as casting Jean Claude Van Damme as an intellectual.
For those in the mood to see a God awful movie, my suggestion would be to head to Blockbuster and pick up a copy of "Navy Seals." If someone suggests "Matt & Jackie: 7/7/07" to you, my suggestion would be to run away as fast as you can and never speak to that person again.
Dear Mr. Kopp,
We were forwarded a copy of your 2007 movie "Matt & Jackie: 7/7/07" and have attached our review, which was recently published in our newspaper. While we can not change the opinion of our reviewers, we do encourage you to contact us with any factual inaccuracies.
Regards,
XXXXXXXX
Editor, Arts & Leisure
This was a surprising letter since I believed that my wife and I were the only ones that had a copy of our wedding video. What was even more surprising, however, was the review that was attached:
'Til a Dull Movie Do You Part
There is nothing inherently wrong with choosing a wedding as a setting for a movie. Love, deception, trust, betrayal -- these are all themes that can play out as a couple walks down the aisle under the gaze of friends and family. What can't work in this particular setting, or any other setting for that matter, is a plotless, conflict free, hour of drivel. Welcome to "Matt & Jackie: 7/7/07."
We are first introduced to the main characters as they meet at the wedding alter in a beautifully apportioned outdoor wedding. Pachelbel's Canon in D slowly fades out and a handsomely dressed wedding party looks on as the female minister begins the ceremony. Viewers are then forced to sit through the entire wedding ceremony in real time, an intractably dull half-hour that brings little to the table in terms of revealing character motivations or underlying conflict.
Most viewers will undoubtedly be ready to cheer -- if they haven't already walked out of the theatre -- as rings are finally exchanged and the saccharinely happy couple kisses. A yet optimistic viewer might expect that at this point we would be treated to some sort of character development, tension building, or -- for God's sake! -- some dialogue. That optimistic movie goer (not to mention yours truly) would be sadly mistaken though.
What follows the ceremony is an extended montage that reveals nothing about either of the main characters or a single one of the wedding attendees. Instead, it appears to have been used almost solely to add time to the production and hopefully hoodwink viewers and distract them from the fact that the movie is completely void of any meaningful plot. As the mediocre music drones on, the camera jumps from one location to the next observing small groups of the wedding guests enjoy cocktails -- all in excruciating real time.
Any human being with an IQ over 10 will have almost certainly left the theatre and demanded their money back by the time the post-ceremony montage has finished. I must have somehow pissed off my editor though, and quite literally had to be restrained as I tried desperately to avoid wasting any more of my life watching this rubbish. Faced with a choice of losing my job or finishing the movie, I persevered. I was rewarded with a poorly rehearsed cake cutting scene along with multiple slow dancing scenes that would have put a meth addict to sleep.
What could have been bright spot among this hopeless mess were the speeches given by the best man, maid of honor, and the father of the bride. The speeches were punchy and humorous, yet touching at the same time. However, without any previous development of any of the characters involved, it was impossible as a viewer to take much of anything from the speeches other than the reactions of the actors. So what could have been a small oasis in this hopelessly arid crapfest of a movie fell flat and somehow left me even more despondent.
I was hopeful that, as the wild and very apparently drunk group of wedding attendees rushed to the floor at the conclusion of the father-daughter dance, we would finally get some sort of tension or climax. I was terribly wrong. As what appeared to be the most interesting part of the night began to unfold, the movie abruptly ended.
To say that this was a poorly written movie would be to assume that there was a script in the first place. Clearly words had been put on paper -- the aforementioned speeches as well as the ceremony were obviously pre-planned -- but the writer seems to have no sense of how to set up a story, create conflict, or generally keep his viewer from wanting to bite through the restraints keeping him in his chair, throw the movie projector at his boss, and run out into oncoming traffic.
Even as an attempt at avant-garde filmmaking, this falls light years short. It is all too clear that everyone -- the main characters, the wedding party, the attendees -- are all happy at the beginning of the film, and are all just as happy (if not also much drunker) by the end of the film. It truly is traveling without moving, and in a movie that is about as interesting as casting Jean Claude Van Damme as an intellectual.
For those in the mood to see a God awful movie, my suggestion would be to head to Blockbuster and pick up a copy of "Navy Seals." If someone suggests "Matt & Jackie: 7/7/07" to you, my suggestion would be to run away as fast as you can and never speak to that person again.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
This I Believe
Staying on the topic of "kids say the darnedest things," I heard a great installment of "This I Believe" on NPR the other day from 7-year-old named Tarak McLain. Now I was expecting something like "I believe that Hannah Montana is awesome" (which, by the way, she is), but instead I got these 30 gems:
Now obviously young Tarak is a happy, energetic youth who's excited and optimistic about the future and that colors a lot of what he has put forward here. Being a bit older, and far more cynical and jaded, I thought I'd share my version of 30 things I believe:
I believe religion is the opiate of the masses
I believe religion is losing out to TV
I believe my dog is cooler than your dog
I believe under ripe bananas are disgusting
I believe Jennifer Aniston is way overrated
I believe coffee tastes best all the time
I believe moldy bread is ok as long as you cut off the moldy parts (the large ones at least)
I believe a cheeseburger with ketchup is the great American meal
I believe college is overpriced
I believe breast implants are among the worst inventions ever
I believe teachers should be paid like professional athletes
I believe bad teachers need to be fired... now
I believe doing dishes is the doorway to enlightenment
I believe marijuana should be legal
I believe Cheesecake Factory gives you way too much food
I believe Guns 'n Roses is nothing without Slash
I believe breakfast is the best meal of the day
I believe not all my Facebook "friends" are really friends
I believe babies are not all they're cracked up to be
I believe Intel makes better processors
I believe TBS is very funny
I believe Ethiopian coffees are the best combination of quality and price
I believe queue theory should be taught in high school
I believe Blu-ray is well worth the upgrade
I believe churches should pay property taxes
I believe Mario Brothers is head and shoulders above Sonic the Hedgehog
I believe skinny jeans on men are ridiculous
I believe "I'm With Busey" was cancelled by mistake
I believe cigarettes are cool
I believe there is life on other planets
I believe life is good.
I believe God is in everything.
I believe we’re all equal.
I believe we can help people.
I believe everyone is weird in their own way.
I believe hate is a cause for love.
I believe that when I meditate I feel peaceful.
I believe we should be generous.
I believe brothers and sisters should be kind to each other.
I believe kids should respect their parents.
I believe I should not whine.
I believe people should wake up early.
I believe people should go outside more.
I believe in nature.
I believe people should use less trees.
I believe we should help the Arctic and rainforest animals.
I believe people shouldn’t throw litter on the ground.
I believe people should not smoke.
I believe God is in good and bad.
I believe in magic.
I believe people should not give up.
I believe love is everywhere.
I believe that God helps us to have a good time.
I believe we live best in a community.
I believe we can protect people in danger.
I believe we should help the poor.
I believe its OK to die but not to kill.
I believe war should not have started.
I believe war should stop.
I believe we can make peace.
Now obviously young Tarak is a happy, energetic youth who's excited and optimistic about the future and that colors a lot of what he has put forward here. Being a bit older, and far more cynical and jaded, I thought I'd share my version of 30 things I believe:
I believe religion is the opiate of the masses
I believe religion is losing out to TV
I believe my dog is cooler than your dog
I believe under ripe bananas are disgusting
I believe Jennifer Aniston is way overrated
I believe coffee tastes best all the time
I believe moldy bread is ok as long as you cut off the moldy parts (the large ones at least)
I believe a cheeseburger with ketchup is the great American meal
I believe college is overpriced
I believe breast implants are among the worst inventions ever
I believe teachers should be paid like professional athletes
I believe bad teachers need to be fired... now
I believe doing dishes is the doorway to enlightenment
I believe marijuana should be legal
I believe Cheesecake Factory gives you way too much food
I believe Guns 'n Roses is nothing without Slash
I believe breakfast is the best meal of the day
I believe not all my Facebook "friends" are really friends
I believe babies are not all they're cracked up to be
I believe Intel makes better processors
I believe TBS is very funny
I believe Ethiopian coffees are the best combination of quality and price
I believe queue theory should be taught in high school
I believe Blu-ray is well worth the upgrade
I believe churches should pay property taxes
I believe Mario Brothers is head and shoulders above Sonic the Hedgehog
I believe skinny jeans on men are ridiculous
I believe "I'm With Busey" was cancelled by mistake
I believe cigarettes are cool
I believe there is life on other planets
Friday, January 16, 2009
Letters to Obama
McSweeney's has a list of letters written by kids to the President-elect. Most are in line with what you might expect, but I thought this one was particularly notable:
The $1 million question (or has inflation pushed it up to the $1 billion question? Or $1 trillion??) is whether young Dhamaril Nunez will foster what is obviously a sharp intellect and -- maybe more questionably -- an interest in meaningful issues or will he end up like the rest of us, drinking too much coffee to shake off too little sleep, making sure that we always have a smaller iPod than the guy next to us at work, and wondering whether this time Britney's comeback will stick. I'd hope for the former, but would put my money on the latter. Fight the good fight young Dhamaril! Fight it hard...
As for you el Presidente, set up that damn phone! It sounds like you'd get far better ideas from nine-year-olds than Congress -- and I mean you Madame Speaker!
Dear Barack Obama,
I have a great idea for you: you should set up a special phone, a special place just for kids to call the president if they find things that are dangerous and can affect people, like someone smoking. This would be a special place for kids to talk to Barack Obama and let him know what's going on.
Another important thing that I want to talk to you about is cars and buses. There is a bus called the Galactic Wizard which runs on biofuel or vegetable oil. I think, instead of polluting the environment, scientists should work on those buses. You should make it so that everyone turns off any light whenever they are not in the room—that way we can save the environment and also pay less on our electricity. We can't just use up the environment until we have nothing, or we will starve to death. Nobody wants that, do they? I want to tell you, Barack Obama, if one day I could travel around the world and help people, I would definitely do it.
Dhamaril Nunez, age 9
Boston
The $1 million question (or has inflation pushed it up to the $1 billion question? Or $1 trillion??) is whether young Dhamaril Nunez will foster what is obviously a sharp intellect and -- maybe more questionably -- an interest in meaningful issues or will he end up like the rest of us, drinking too much coffee to shake off too little sleep, making sure that we always have a smaller iPod than the guy next to us at work, and wondering whether this time Britney's comeback will stick. I'd hope for the former, but would put my money on the latter. Fight the good fight young Dhamaril! Fight it hard...
As for you el Presidente, set up that damn phone! It sounds like you'd get far better ideas from nine-year-olds than Congress -- and I mean you Madame Speaker!
Friday, June 22, 2007
New Location
For anyone that's found their way here, the site has been reincarnated at a new location on its own server at www.subgenus.net.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Get Shorty
"Chili Palmer - it's chilly outside and it's Chili inside. It's a regular fuckin' Chili-fest!"
So said Ray Barboni, played by Dennis Farina, at the beginning of 1995's "Get Shorty." Right now I am watching "Get Shorty" for about the sixth or seventh time and the third time in a week. The movie is starring John Travolta as Chili, Gene Hackman as dumb-ass movie producer Harry Zimm, Rene Russo as horror film actress Karen Flores, and Danny DeVito as actor Martin Weir. The movie's got a great bunch of supporting actors as well including the aforementioned Dennis Farina who plays an outstanding part; Delroy Lindo, who you've seen in any number of supporting roles in everything from "Romeo Must Die" to "Broken Arrow" and "The Devil's Advocate;" "The Soprano's" James Gandolfini; and Jon Gries, who I barely recognized from his part as Uncle Rico in "Napolean Dynamite."
Aside from the writing and the cast, though, the most striking thing for me in "Get Shorty" is how freakin' cool Chili Palmer is. I really can't think of a cooler character in any movie off the top of my head. Sure, Dirty Harry is cool, as is Randle McMurphy in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" and Tyler Durden in "Fight Club." The problem is that none of them are just as even-tempered and unwaveringly cool as Chili. From the pre-Barboni-confrontation statement he makes at the beginning of the movie "I'm not gonna say any more than I have to, if that" to his repeated easy beatings of Bo Catlett's bodyguard Bear, Chili is damn cool.
Think you know a cooler movie character? Email me - subgenus @ subgenus.net
Kopp
So said Ray Barboni, played by Dennis Farina, at the beginning of 1995's "Get Shorty." Right now I am watching "Get Shorty" for about the sixth or seventh time and the third time in a week. The movie is starring John Travolta as Chili, Gene Hackman as dumb-ass movie producer Harry Zimm, Rene Russo as horror film actress Karen Flores, and Danny DeVito as actor Martin Weir. The movie's got a great bunch of supporting actors as well including the aforementioned Dennis Farina who plays an outstanding part; Delroy Lindo, who you've seen in any number of supporting roles in everything from "Romeo Must Die" to "Broken Arrow" and "The Devil's Advocate;" "The Soprano's" James Gandolfini; and Jon Gries, who I barely recognized from his part as Uncle Rico in "Napolean Dynamite."
Aside from the writing and the cast, though, the most striking thing for me in "Get Shorty" is how freakin' cool Chili Palmer is. I really can't think of a cooler character in any movie off the top of my head. Sure, Dirty Harry is cool, as is Randle McMurphy in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" and Tyler Durden in "Fight Club." The problem is that none of them are just as even-tempered and unwaveringly cool as Chili. From the pre-Barboni-confrontation statement he makes at the beginning of the movie "I'm not gonna say any more than I have to, if that" to his repeated easy beatings of Bo Catlett's bodyguard Bear, Chili is damn cool.
Think you know a cooler movie character? Email me - subgenus @ subgenus.net
Kopp
Monday, January 08, 2007
Pimping
Recently I have been learning a lot about Buddhism and today was listening to a talk on occupations. In Buddhism, the noble eightfold path is the path that the Buddha laid out to help practitioners reach enlightenment. Buddhists don't believe that the path is magical or anything like that, but they view it as a practical way to get to the goal of enlightenment. Right Livelihood is the fifth step of the eightfold path which also includes right view, right resolve, right speech, right action, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration.
Anyway, Buddhists believe that there are certain occupations that are just not in sync with the path to enlightenment. Making and selling weapons is one such occupation, as is being involved in the raising and slaughter of animals (though Buddhists are ok with buying the meat from non-Buddhist butchers). Another job that is a no-go is anything that has to do with the selling of humans. Back in the day of Buddha, this referred first and foremost to slavery, but there are still some jobs (most not legal) today that involve this.
A job that the speaker mentioned was being a pimp. Though prostitution is not looked on badly by Buddhists (at least in comparison to the way the institution regarded in the West), the speaker said that since pimps sell the prostitutes, the job qualifies as buying and selling humans and is therefore no good. It got me thinking - does a pimp really buy and sell people? In some cases yes. For pimps overseas that are dealing in the trade of young boys and girls who really have no choice in the matter, pimps are certainly doing that. In, say, the US, though, many pimps could be seen as an example of outsourcing certain aspects of a job. Pimps can provide overall management, coordination, collection, protection, and scheduling for a prostitute - all value added services in the flesh industry.
Not that I'm planning on moving into the pimping industry or anything. I just thought it important to point out that for anyone that's a Buddhist, but has a yen to move into pimping, that it may be possible to do that and still stay on the eightfold path. It's just very important that you make sure that you clearly define your role as pimp - you are not there to sell the prostitute, rather you are there to facilitate situations where the prostitute can offer his or her services to a customer, as well as provide certain administrative and back office functions.
Kopp
Anyway, Buddhists believe that there are certain occupations that are just not in sync with the path to enlightenment. Making and selling weapons is one such occupation, as is being involved in the raising and slaughter of animals (though Buddhists are ok with buying the meat from non-Buddhist butchers). Another job that is a no-go is anything that has to do with the selling of humans. Back in the day of Buddha, this referred first and foremost to slavery, but there are still some jobs (most not legal) today that involve this.
A job that the speaker mentioned was being a pimp. Though prostitution is not looked on badly by Buddhists (at least in comparison to the way the institution regarded in the West), the speaker said that since pimps sell the prostitutes, the job qualifies as buying and selling humans and is therefore no good. It got me thinking - does a pimp really buy and sell people? In some cases yes. For pimps overseas that are dealing in the trade of young boys and girls who really have no choice in the matter, pimps are certainly doing that. In, say, the US, though, many pimps could be seen as an example of outsourcing certain aspects of a job. Pimps can provide overall management, coordination, collection, protection, and scheduling for a prostitute - all value added services in the flesh industry.
Not that I'm planning on moving into the pimping industry or anything. I just thought it important to point out that for anyone that's a Buddhist, but has a yen to move into pimping, that it may be possible to do that and still stay on the eightfold path. It's just very important that you make sure that you clearly define your role as pimp - you are not there to sell the prostitute, rather you are there to facilitate situations where the prostitute can offer his or her services to a customer, as well as provide certain administrative and back office functions.
Kopp
The Box Song
As much as I'd love to just blindly hate Justin Timberlake the way I hate Dave Matthews, he just seems to get himself involved in projects that make me can't help but like the guy. Most recently was the SNL "A Special Christmas Box" project. I'm sure most everyone has seen this already, but if you haven't, be sure to watch this:
A Special Christmas Box
Just be warned, this is the uncensored version.
Kopp
A Special Christmas Box
Just be warned, this is the uncensored version.
Kopp
The Weather Man
I started watching "The Weather Man" today with Nick Cage as weather reporter Dave Spritz. I haven't finished the movie yet, but it's not terrible. It's kindof a dark comedy and has some moments that at least made me Michael Caine plays opposite Cage as Spritz's father. I happen to really like Caine and though he has a small part he's solid as usual.
My problem, though, is the use of the inner dialogue for Spritz. I have to wonder whether somewhere in Screenwriting 101 there's something that says "avoid using inner dialogue like the plague." Typically it comes off as very contrived to me - it just seems like cheating. If Dave Spritz feels refreshed, get that to come across on screen, you don't have to tell me outright.
I'm sure there are some movies out there that I have liked and have used inner dialogue (though more tastefully I'm sure), but I can't think of any off the top of my head. The only movie that's coming to me right now is that Jude Law flick "Alfie." "Alfie" made extensive use of the inner dialogue from the very beginning and I turned that one off after less than ten minutes.
When I'm watching a movie I want to see a movie. If I want to have a chat with Nick or Jude I'll call them and do lunch.
Kopp
My problem, though, is the use of the inner dialogue for Spritz. I have to wonder whether somewhere in Screenwriting 101 there's something that says "avoid using inner dialogue like the plague." Typically it comes off as very contrived to me - it just seems like cheating. If Dave Spritz feels refreshed, get that to come across on screen, you don't have to tell me outright.
I'm sure there are some movies out there that I have liked and have used inner dialogue (though more tastefully I'm sure), but I can't think of any off the top of my head. The only movie that's coming to me right now is that Jude Law flick "Alfie." "Alfie" made extensive use of the inner dialogue from the very beginning and I turned that one off after less than ten minutes.
When I'm watching a movie I want to see a movie. If I want to have a chat with Nick or Jude I'll call them and do lunch.
Kopp
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Unbelievable
Unbelievable - that's really the only word to describe it. My dismay began right before Christmas when I was trying to fly back to the East Coast from San Francisco to attend a graduation. In a long line to check bags at 5AM in the San Francisco airport was bad enough, but then I get this call:
"This is United Airlines informing you that your flight has been cancelled." CLICK...
As I looked around there were cell phones doing the same thing all around me and people at the counter turning would-be fliers away. What happened? The Denver airport, a major United hub, had been shut down due to a blizzard. I'll spare the diatribe on how Denver is perhaps one of the worst choices for a hub... After a solid hour and a half on the phone with United's ticketing department, I finally managed to wrangle a trip that had me flying up to Sacramento, connecting to a flight going to Chicago, then flying on to Charlotte. Eighteen hours later, I'm there. Fantastic.
But that wasn't enough, oh no. After all the seasonal merriment was over, there I am waiting like a jackass at the baggage claim back in San Francisco. The problem? While one of my checked bags was beside me, the other was nowhere to be seen. So I file the paperwork and tell myself that I can deal with it. The next day I'm on the phone with a United baggage specialist who gives me the downlow on my bag:
Me: Have you been able to locate my bag yet?
United Employee: Sir, your bag is currently in trace, we will call you as soon as we are ready to deliver it.
Me: That's great! So you found it, where is it right now?
UE: I don't know sir, like I said your bag is in trace.
Me: (suspiciously now) Trace? What exactly does that mean? Is that code for "we don't know where the heck your bag is?"
UE: (silence)
Me: Fantastic.
A day later I was given a call that they had found the bag and would be delivering it between the hours of 3PM and 7PM. And I thought the cable guy was bad. At least I got my bag back.
In any case, two days later in a twist of fate eager to show me that United isn't the only airline that can make my life difficult, I flew a nonstop Southwest flight back to the East Coast earlier today to attend a funeral. Standing at the baggage claim in Philadelphia I was presented with an all too familiar situation - one checked bag in my hand and one nowhere to be seen. Beside me was a garment bag containing one suit and two button down shirts, missing in my other bag: all of my underwear, socks, t-shirts and toiletries. Fantastic.
There has not been a resolution to the most recent missing bag incident, though I'm told I can expect it a few days from now when all of those clothes will be nearly useless to me. The important thing, though, is that I've learned a couple valuable lessons from the whole thing:
1) When presented with a flight cancellation that effects a lot of passengers in the airport, don't bother going to the person at the counter. You'll have to wait forever which will lessen your chances of getting on a good replacement flight, and you'll have to deal with somebody whose likely very annoyed because angry passengers have been yelling at them. Instead, pick up one of the airline's courtesy phones, or use your cell phone to call the airline's ticketing department. You will vastly up your chances of getting to where you want to go.
2) When an airline "misplaces" your bag be sure to ask about what they can offer you. In the case of Southwest, I was given a crappy, but usable toiletry bag and was told that they will reimburse up to $50 for new clothes that I have to buy.
3) Don't check bags. Ever. If you can't fit all the clothes you want in your carry on, layer them on your body. For years I have had a strict policy of not checking bags but had to violate it on these last two trips. No more.
Kopp
"This is United Airlines informing you that your flight has been cancelled." CLICK...
As I looked around there were cell phones doing the same thing all around me and people at the counter turning would-be fliers away. What happened? The Denver airport, a major United hub, had been shut down due to a blizzard. I'll spare the diatribe on how Denver is perhaps one of the worst choices for a hub... After a solid hour and a half on the phone with United's ticketing department, I finally managed to wrangle a trip that had me flying up to Sacramento, connecting to a flight going to Chicago, then flying on to Charlotte. Eighteen hours later, I'm there. Fantastic.
But that wasn't enough, oh no. After all the seasonal merriment was over, there I am waiting like a jackass at the baggage claim back in San Francisco. The problem? While one of my checked bags was beside me, the other was nowhere to be seen. So I file the paperwork and tell myself that I can deal with it. The next day I'm on the phone with a United baggage specialist who gives me the downlow on my bag:
Me: Have you been able to locate my bag yet?
United Employee: Sir, your bag is currently in trace, we will call you as soon as we are ready to deliver it.
Me: That's great! So you found it, where is it right now?
UE: I don't know sir, like I said your bag is in trace.
Me: (suspiciously now) Trace? What exactly does that mean? Is that code for "we don't know where the heck your bag is?"
UE: (silence)
Me: Fantastic.
A day later I was given a call that they had found the bag and would be delivering it between the hours of 3PM and 7PM. And I thought the cable guy was bad. At least I got my bag back.
In any case, two days later in a twist of fate eager to show me that United isn't the only airline that can make my life difficult, I flew a nonstop Southwest flight back to the East Coast earlier today to attend a funeral. Standing at the baggage claim in Philadelphia I was presented with an all too familiar situation - one checked bag in my hand and one nowhere to be seen. Beside me was a garment bag containing one suit and two button down shirts, missing in my other bag: all of my underwear, socks, t-shirts and toiletries. Fantastic.
There has not been a resolution to the most recent missing bag incident, though I'm told I can expect it a few days from now when all of those clothes will be nearly useless to me. The important thing, though, is that I've learned a couple valuable lessons from the whole thing:
1) When presented with a flight cancellation that effects a lot of passengers in the airport, don't bother going to the person at the counter. You'll have to wait forever which will lessen your chances of getting on a good replacement flight, and you'll have to deal with somebody whose likely very annoyed because angry passengers have been yelling at them. Instead, pick up one of the airline's courtesy phones, or use your cell phone to call the airline's ticketing department. You will vastly up your chances of getting to where you want to go.
2) When an airline "misplaces" your bag be sure to ask about what they can offer you. In the case of Southwest, I was given a crappy, but usable toiletry bag and was told that they will reimburse up to $50 for new clothes that I have to buy.
3) Don't check bags. Ever. If you can't fit all the clothes you want in your carry on, layer them on your body. For years I have had a strict policy of not checking bags but had to violate it on these last two trips. No more.
Kopp
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Curses!!!
Like any crazed sports fan of a city who's teams have fallen upon disappointment, I believe in the curse. Why? Partly because it's fun, partly because it's an excuse, but mostly because I believe in karma. The Hindu's and Buddhists believe that what you've done in the past will reward or punish you in your future life/lives. Now, I'm not big on the whole reincarnation thing but I do believe in karma within a given lifespan and, concerning sports, if we consider each season to be another incarnation of a team, the idea has relevance. But I digress.
The Cubs are cursed, until recently, the Red Sox and White Sox were cursed and, of course, the entire city of Philadelphia is cursed.
For those of you who don't know, Philadelphia phans are convinced of something called "The Curse of William Penn". This curse involves the statue of William Penn (The city's founder) set atop City Hall. Tradition dictated that no building in the city should ever rise above Billy Penn's statue so that he may look over his city. In 1987, a skyscraper called One Liberty Place was built three blocks away, dwarfing City Hall and blocking William Penn's view of Philadelphia. Since then, no major sports team in Philly has won their respective championships, though all four teams (football, baseball, hockey and basketball) have made it to the finals at least once in that time. The Eagles lost to New England, The Phillies had their big Joe Carter homerun off of Mitch Williams in the ninth inning of game six, the flyers lost the Stanley Cup in seven games in 1987 and then got destroyed in the championship round by the redwings ten years later, and the Sixers got the crap beat out of them by the Lakers in 2001 and never recovered. (if you want more information, check out this article on Wikipedia.org. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_of_Billy_Penn
There's some merit to the curse, if you belive in karma, which I do. But I also believe in one other, lesser known curse in Philadelphia. This is the curse of the demon Westbrook jersey. The legend goes as such:
In 2005, less than a week before Superbowl XXXIX (That's 34 for you non-Romans) I decided that as an Eagles fan, I should have an Eagles jersey to cheer them on.
--- The only other jersey I had ever owned was of the Chicago Bears' Neil Anderson (partly for the name, partly because I loved the team back when he played). During the time I owned the jersey, the bears were one of the worst teams in the NFL. Their previous days with Walter Payton brought them a championship in 1985, which is when I jumped the bandwagon (can you blame a 5-year old?). Since that time, I never owned another sports jersey--not for any particular reason--and I certainly didn't think anything of what I may have been responsible for in Chicago. But back to the story. ---
After shoping around at many of the local sporting goods stores finding only McNabb and T.O. jersey's, I happened upon one large Brian Westbrook jersey, my favorite player on the team. Elated, I purchased the jersey, brought it home and kept it safe until the day of the big game.
I wore my Westbrook jersey and the Eagles lost the superbowl but I had still not realized what I had done. And so, for the first game of the next season, a rematch of the previous year's NFC Championship game against the Atlanta Falcons, I met my friend, and fellow Eagle fan, Marc at a bar to watch the game. Before the game even started, Jeremiah Trotter (the Eagles run-stopper was ejected from the game against a team who lives and dies by their ground game). The Eagles lost, went on to an awful 6-10 record, T.O. who had previously behaved himself, went nuts and was released from the team, and we lost Javon Kearse, Donovan McNabb and many other key players to injuries. Right then, I realized that my jersey was cursed. Twice I wore it, and twice, the season was destroyed. I folded the jersey and placed it at the bottom of my drawers. Damage done.
The following season--this season--the Eagles started off with a bang, winning their first game in deciding fashion and began beating on their division rival NY Giants. I was at my girlfriend's house the morning of that game and went to meet my parents out to watch football have a few beers. When I arrived on the scene I noticed, to my own horror, that my mother was wearing the jersey. (She had Westbrook on her Fantasy team). I could only watch in sadness as my beloved Green Machine capsized. Place Kicker David Akers got involved in an altercation on the opening kickoff that got him beat up on the sidelines, Javon Kearse went down for the season...again and the Eagles blew a huge lead and lost on the final play of the game. They then proceeded to lose two other games on long field goals with no time on the clock and it seemed all was lost.
Weeks later, after chastizing my mother for something she didn't know about, I found the jersey had somehow gotten out of the drawer again and made its way downstairs. That week, Donovan McNabb went down for the season with a torn ACL.
Now the jersey is hidden. Hidden from my Mother, hidden from the mystery culprit who dropped McNabb and, most importantly, hidden from Jeff Garcia who has breathed new life into the team.
I now realize that I am the keeper of The Cursed Brian Westbrook Jersey. At the end of the season, I have vowed to purchase a lock box and hide the jersey and the key to the box from everyone until the Eagles win the championship. I have been asked why I don't just burn the thing but I will not. For one, I feel that desecrating Eagles gear, no matter how cursed is bad karma...and I'm deep into karma right now. The second reason, the more fantastic one, is that I worry that if I destroy the jersey, the curse will then be airborn and make its way into the jersey of an unsuspecting fan who may not understand the intricacies of the curse as well as I do. I have also vowed never to own another jersey of any professional athlete ever again. Perhaps I can undo what this jersey, along with my karma, has done.
So here I sit, watching my team improve to one game out of first place in the division, one win away from a playoff berth and a big divisional game against division leader, Dallas, this christmas weekend. I'm caring for the jersey as I would any bastard demon child and I promise all Eagles fans, that as long as the season is on, the cursed jersey will not see the light of day.
Now if only we can get the mayor to knock down One Liberty Place.
Anderson
The Cubs are cursed, until recently, the Red Sox and White Sox were cursed and, of course, the entire city of Philadelphia is cursed.
For those of you who don't know, Philadelphia phans are convinced of something called "The Curse of William Penn". This curse involves the statue of William Penn (The city's founder) set atop City Hall. Tradition dictated that no building in the city should ever rise above Billy Penn's statue so that he may look over his city. In 1987, a skyscraper called One Liberty Place was built three blocks away, dwarfing City Hall and blocking William Penn's view of Philadelphia. Since then, no major sports team in Philly has won their respective championships, though all four teams (football, baseball, hockey and basketball) have made it to the finals at least once in that time. The Eagles lost to New England, The Phillies had their big Joe Carter homerun off of Mitch Williams in the ninth inning of game six, the flyers lost the Stanley Cup in seven games in 1987 and then got destroyed in the championship round by the redwings ten years later, and the Sixers got the crap beat out of them by the Lakers in 2001 and never recovered. (if you want more information, check out this article on Wikipedia.org. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_of_Billy_Penn
There's some merit to the curse, if you belive in karma, which I do. But I also believe in one other, lesser known curse in Philadelphia. This is the curse of the demon Westbrook jersey. The legend goes as such:
In 2005, less than a week before Superbowl XXXIX (That's 34 for you non-Romans) I decided that as an Eagles fan, I should have an Eagles jersey to cheer them on.
--- The only other jersey I had ever owned was of the Chicago Bears' Neil Anderson (partly for the name, partly because I loved the team back when he played). During the time I owned the jersey, the bears were one of the worst teams in the NFL. Their previous days with Walter Payton brought them a championship in 1985, which is when I jumped the bandwagon (can you blame a 5-year old?). Since that time, I never owned another sports jersey--not for any particular reason--and I certainly didn't think anything of what I may have been responsible for in Chicago. But back to the story. ---
After shoping around at many of the local sporting goods stores finding only McNabb and T.O. jersey's, I happened upon one large Brian Westbrook jersey, my favorite player on the team. Elated, I purchased the jersey, brought it home and kept it safe until the day of the big game.
I wore my Westbrook jersey and the Eagles lost the superbowl but I had still not realized what I had done. And so, for the first game of the next season, a rematch of the previous year's NFC Championship game against the Atlanta Falcons, I met my friend, and fellow Eagle fan, Marc at a bar to watch the game. Before the game even started, Jeremiah Trotter (the Eagles run-stopper was ejected from the game against a team who lives and dies by their ground game). The Eagles lost, went on to an awful 6-10 record, T.O. who had previously behaved himself, went nuts and was released from the team, and we lost Javon Kearse, Donovan McNabb and many other key players to injuries. Right then, I realized that my jersey was cursed. Twice I wore it, and twice, the season was destroyed. I folded the jersey and placed it at the bottom of my drawers. Damage done.
The following season--this season--the Eagles started off with a bang, winning their first game in deciding fashion and began beating on their division rival NY Giants. I was at my girlfriend's house the morning of that game and went to meet my parents out to watch football have a few beers. When I arrived on the scene I noticed, to my own horror, that my mother was wearing the jersey. (She had Westbrook on her Fantasy team). I could only watch in sadness as my beloved Green Machine capsized. Place Kicker David Akers got involved in an altercation on the opening kickoff that got him beat up on the sidelines, Javon Kearse went down for the season...again and the Eagles blew a huge lead and lost on the final play of the game. They then proceeded to lose two other games on long field goals with no time on the clock and it seemed all was lost.
Weeks later, after chastizing my mother for something she didn't know about, I found the jersey had somehow gotten out of the drawer again and made its way downstairs. That week, Donovan McNabb went down for the season with a torn ACL.
Now the jersey is hidden. Hidden from my Mother, hidden from the mystery culprit who dropped McNabb and, most importantly, hidden from Jeff Garcia who has breathed new life into the team.
I now realize that I am the keeper of The Cursed Brian Westbrook Jersey. At the end of the season, I have vowed to purchase a lock box and hide the jersey and the key to the box from everyone until the Eagles win the championship. I have been asked why I don't just burn the thing but I will not. For one, I feel that desecrating Eagles gear, no matter how cursed is bad karma...and I'm deep into karma right now. The second reason, the more fantastic one, is that I worry that if I destroy the jersey, the curse will then be airborn and make its way into the jersey of an unsuspecting fan who may not understand the intricacies of the curse as well as I do. I have also vowed never to own another jersey of any professional athlete ever again. Perhaps I can undo what this jersey, along with my karma, has done.
So here I sit, watching my team improve to one game out of first place in the division, one win away from a playoff berth and a big divisional game against division leader, Dallas, this christmas weekend. I'm caring for the jersey as I would any bastard demon child and I promise all Eagles fans, that as long as the season is on, the cursed jersey will not see the light of day.
Now if only we can get the mayor to knock down One Liberty Place.
Anderson
Monday, December 18, 2006
Google Mobile
To get subgenus back up and running with a bang, I just thought that I'd alert everyone to Google Mobile that hasn't used it yet. Very cool service, and clued me in to the fact that San Francisco does, in fact, have a Papa Johns. Now if it could only magically make a Dunkin Donuts show up in SF.
That's all for now.
-Kopp
That's all for now.
-Kopp
Friday, March 24, 2006
Leprechaun in Mobile
So there's a leprechaun in Mobile, AL. Or maybe just some bad crack. Depends on who you ask.
Video.
Kopp
Video.
Kopp
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Six Degrees
I just caught a Hanes commercial with Kevin Bacon and Michael Jordan. Just think about what this means for the Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon game.
Kopp
Kopp
Monday, March 20, 2006
Enter the Wu
Quite possibly one of my favorite Chapelle Show skits ever:
Wu-Tang Financial
And if that's not my favorite, maybe this one is:
Sam Jackson Beer
Kopp
Wu-Tang Financial
And if that's not my favorite, maybe this one is:
Sam Jackson Beer
Kopp
Quarters
Think you're pretty good at quarters? Think again.
Check this shit out: greatest quarters exhibition ever.
And he had just finished polishing off two fifths of Jack Daniels and a case of Milwaukee's Best when he started that showing (well, I don't know that, but I'm assuming).
Kopp
Check this shit out: greatest quarters exhibition ever.
And he had just finished polishing off two fifths of Jack Daniels and a case of Milwaukee's Best when he started that showing (well, I don't know that, but I'm assuming).
Kopp
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Chuck Norris
For all the fans of the Chuck Norris facts, now you can show the world how you feel about Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris T-Shirts
Kopp
Chuck Norris T-Shirts
Kopp
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