Archive for February 2010

Music from Friends

It’s always great to see friends following their true creative passions. It’s even sweeter when that pursuit is music. I highly suggest checking out these up-and-coming artists.

Todd Kramer -A talented singer-songwriter and Syracuse University alum. Check out his original tunes and his acoustic cover of Iyaz’s “Replay.”

Neighbors -A new, hard-rocking, Kings of Leon-esque band featuring my old friend Jordan Schneider on the drums.

Eric and the Sliders -A pop rock foursome previously mentioned here. Take a look at their schedule of upcoming shows throughout the tri-state area.

When in Rome…

As a local, it’s hard for me to imagine what a first trip to New York City is like for a foreigner. I’d presume one’s initial Big Apple experience is both memorably exciting and overwhelming. That’s exactly how my past weekend’s trip to Rome felt.

With only three days in this magnificent and historic city, it was definitely challenging to see everything I wanted to. Fortunately, I traveled with an organized group that allowed me to follow an intensive traveling itinerary while still being able to appreciate plenty of free exploration time.  I learned many things about Italy’s capital, but most importantly, I discovered that I am much more comfortable living in a smaller, more “walkable” city like Florence. Still, Rome is a place everyone should see at one point in their lifetime. The Colosseum, Vatican, and Trevi Fountain are three of the most amazing sites I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I feel privileged to have seen these attractions at such an early age.

American Gladiator

American Gladiator

I’m glad I was able to snap some quality photos and “Flip” my amazing experience in Rome. It’s important for me to visually document my abroad endeavors so I can share them with others. For future Rome travelers, however, I advise you to use caution when attempting to capture images from within the iconic Sistine Chapel. Even Ethan Hunt would have difficulty sneaking past the Chapel’s fleet of camera-detecting guards (I was only able to get a few seconds of footage before being forced to put my Flip back in my pocket). It’s kind of amazing how when graced with the presence of one of the most beautiful works of art ever created, people will spend more time trying to technologically record their observations than they do actually experiencing them. I was certainly guilty of it, and believe me I wasn’t alone (literally hundreds of people were told to conceal their cameras during my twenty minutes in the chapel).

My time in Europe is getting more exciting by the week. I’m planning on visiting Venice this weekend, and I’ve got a journey to Amsterdam booked for the end of the month. With all of this Carmen Sandiego-esque  traveling ahead of me, I’ll do my best to truly take everything in.

A Shore Thing

After months of steadfast abstinence from watching MTV’s Jersey Shore, I finally caught my first episode of television’s newest phenomenon. When I first heard about this show, I made it a personal mission to never engage what I believed was a seemingly mindless and conventional reality program for the culturally illiterate. I assumed “Shore” promoted phoniness and ignorance, and I was partially right. However, by not climbing on board with “Snooki” and “The Situation,” I too was demonstrating both of these qualities.

Not watching Shore ultimately made me feel like a phony. I strive to stay aware of what’s going on in media, but I was missing out on arguably the year’s most relevant new show for my generation. I was the ignorant outsider, struggling to keep up with conversations laden with terms like “vibing,” “grenade,” and “The Robbery.”

***Jersey Shore- English translations

“vibing” (verb)– Showing interest in a member of the opposite sex.

“grenade” (noun)- The uglier female you force your wingman to hang with while you pursue her hot friend.

“The Robbery” (act of douchebaggery)- Stealing your friend’s girl while he’s away at the bathroom or bar. Frequently performed by Mike “The Situation.”


I was also ignorant for not giving Jersey Shore the credit it truly deserves. The “characters” are addictively (and often embarrassingly) entertaining, and the show’s creators have challenged the standard conventions of reality television while capturing the attention of a wide and loyal fanbase. What makes Shore different from other past “let’s observe a bunch of a random people in a house/on an island/on a race around the world/ etc.” series, is that its stars are not random or diverse. They are perfectly similar, which immediately helps establish a real sense of camaraderie between those we are watching on a weekly basis. It is for that reason that the show isn’t as artificial as predecessors like Big Brother and The Real World.

Sadly, I don’t think Mike, Pauly, Ronnie, Sammi, and the rest of the gang are acting at all. For them, Jersey Shore is simply a vehicle to be themselves in an environment that’s both comfortable and enjoyable. What the show’s creators have essentially done, is create a zoo for these fist-pumping, cutoff shirt-wearing, Jager Bomb-slurping fools. In doing so, the audience members simply become spectators peering into a cage at bizarre animals they can only hope to one day understand.

Yearbook Quote? "Yo, I mean, this situation is gonna be indescribable. You can't even describe the situation that you're about to get into with The Situation."

Yearbook Quote? "Yo, I mean, this situation is gonna be indescribable. You can't even describe the situation that you're about to get into with The Situation."

Get Lost

It’s the eve of the sixth and final year of Lost, and I’ve never been more excited for an individual television season. It’s an understatement for me to call this ABC phenomenon the best show of my lifetime. In fact, I believe Lost is the single most extraordinary piece of visual media I’ve ever exposed myself to.

What makes Lost so unique is it’s ability to function on two different platforms. For the mere casual viewer, Lost can appeal on a purely plot-driven level. The characters are so interesting and well-developed that the show engages you even if you’re watching solely for pure joy and escapism. Still, it’s the second kind of Lost consumption that makes it a different animal. Those who treat this modern epic as something more than a great television program (myself included), can build upon the first level of appeal by embracing the intellectual, mythological, philosophical and emotional challenges and frustrations associated with this unrivaled cultural experience.

Lost has always thrived in providing viewers with a sense of puzzling satisfaction by only supplying answers along with the strategic introduction of new questions. I’ve grown to trust the writers’ sense of control over their masterpiece, never doubting that every plot advancement (or regression) has had a purpose. While it saddens me to be moving closer to the show’s completion, every great ride must eventually come to an end.  When the final credits roll, I fully expect to feel some strange combination of happy, angry, excited, bewildered, and surprised (despite it’s complexities, the show has never left me feeling deprived or disappointed). The only way to describe how I’ll likely feel is, quite appropriately, Lost.