Thursday, July 15, 2010

MM: Book It!

(In reference to the title of this post...I hope there are some people out there who know/remember what Book It is.  Basically: Read books --> Get free personal pan pizzas from Pizza Hut.  A second-grader's only motivation to read anything.)

I am going to jump back into the blogosphere with a post on something we have yet to address here on The Stairs (I think)…books. With summer here, many people are looking for a good book to read on the beach or in their backyard as they soak up the UV rays necessary to get that coveted tan/sunburn that will turn tan (or if you are Irish like me, sunburn that will turn back to pale splattered with freckles). Apologies to those who are too cool for school and have “I don’t read” under Books on Facebook…I’ve attached some pictures to help you through this one.

NOTE: I have recently made it my mission to read as many “good” books as possible from now on. While my definition may differ from yours, by “good” I mean “not Nicholas Sparks or anything along those lines.” I know his books are worshipped by a majority of women ages 16 and up, but after reading The Wedding and predicting the ending a couple chapters in, I cannot give the guy any respect. There are only so many times you can write the typical romantic novel, and 14 times is simply overkill. So while Taylor, Pat, and Joey have embraced the music/movie snob roles on The Stairs, I’ll step in as the book snob, a.k.a. the nerd. I’m a bit behind on what is new and noteworthy but these ones are all from the 2000s. With that said, here are some books I have recently read that you should too:

1. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
Props to Joey Guisto on this one, who suggested I read it after he devoured it during our two-week journey around the South Island of New Zealand. I had never heard of the book or the author before, though I had heard of the movie based on his first novel, Everything is Illuminated (which I intend to read soon). Foer’s story of nine-year-old Oskar Schell searching for the lock that matches a key he found in his dead father’s office is a hilarious, heart-wrenching, and inspiring work which I can only sum up as “weird,” but in a good way. Foer uses a bunch of unconventional methods to frame his story, from one-word pages to run-on sentences to pictures (like the doorknob below) to stream-of-consciousness letters and passages that allow the reader to look into the minds of various characters in the book. See if you are not hooked after the first few sentences, which introduce you to the mind of Oskar:

“What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad's voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of 'Yellow Submarine,' which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d'etre, which is a French expression that I know.”


2. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
Chabon has quite a way with words in this story of two cousins (Sammy and Joe) who create a comic book chronicling the adventures of The Escapist, a superhero with powers to escape pretty much any situation. The Escapist is able to overcome the obstacles that the two boys are still trying to defeat in their lives, from Sammy being crippled from polio to Joe trying to rescue his family from the clutches of the Nazis in Prague. The interesting thing about this novel is that there is a story within the story. Chabon crafts the characters of Sammy and Joe and the people around them with great detail, and still manages to thoroughly highlight the legends of The Escapist, from his birth into superherodom (I think I made that word up) to his escaping abilities to his superhero counterparts. And there is more to the story than comics, for those like me who have never picked up a comic book in their life. There’s humor, there’s romance, there’s sadness – all the essential ingredients for a book that will stick with you after you’ve read the last word.




3. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
Not really a summery book by any means, but I feel impelled to put it on here. Save it for a rainy day (you’ll only need one to finish this). You’ve most likely heard of The Road -- it was released on the big screen back in December. I have yet to see the movie so I cannot say if the book is anything like it, but whether or not you liked the movie, you MUST read the book. It is dark, it is depressing, it is scary, but somehow at the end it leaves you inspired (though still incredibly sad). McCarthy writes so honestly – he doesn’t mess around with flowery language or sappy, over-the-top dialogue; everything is to-the-point and essential to the plot. He connects you to the two main characters – a father and his son – and enables you to sympathize with them as they travel in search of a safe haven in a world on the brink of non-existence, even though you never know their names. As a book that has won the Pulitzer Prize and has made it to the top of countless “Books of the Decade” lists, I highly recommd it.

Not quite The Road

That is all for now…more to come soon for all you bookworms out there.

Peace out!
Meag

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

DK: Oh, Dorito girl!

 The Dorito Girl Chronicles  




Joey has been so kind as to kick off our blogging once more.  Rally behind his example, oh members of the Stairs!  My topic for today?  None other than the bodacious-Dorito-loving-beauty.  You guessed it.  Dorito girl.


While we were in New Zealand, Doritos finally landed on Kiwi shores.  Meag loves them, and ate them on the reg'.  3% of the hundreds of dollars of gas that we spent at Mobil stations down south turned into Doritos.  

Kiwi math.
Money = Gas + Free Dortios

And perhaps..
Divided friendships by greedy Dorito consumers
(Remainder; Pat and Brit still fighting about everything)

So began the legend of the Dorito girl--New Zealands finest snack model.  Please enjoy the below photo shoots. 


Dorito girl hits the Kepler Track--one of New Zealand's great walks

Dorito girl looking good at Milford Sound

Dorito girl perches gargoyle-like atop Mt. Thomas with the southern alps in the distance

And she hits the Franz Joseph Glacier!

Oh, how lucky I am.  She graces me with her snacks.  I have been chosen over the foul Topher

Welcome home, friends.
Come play at Loyola.
   DK

Update!  A response from Frito-Lay!
Here's our response to your e-mail - RE: Doritos, Reference #011103960A

Hi Daniel,
Thank you so much for sharing your blog with us, the pictures were beautiful! 

It's always a pleasure to hear from our consumers, especially when you tell us how much you enjoy our snacks.  Fans like you keep us energized to provide you with the highest quality, best-tasting snacks on the market.

Again, we appreciate you writing to us and hope you and "Doritos Girl" continue to enjoy great-tasting snacks from Frito-Lay.

Best regards,

Natalia
Frito-Lay Consumer Affairs
011103960A

The sunflower and corn oils used in Frito-Lay snack chips contain 0 grams of trans fat and are higher in the "good" fats that have been proven to reduce LDL (bad) cholesterol and maintain or increase HDL (good) cholesterol levels, which has been associated with a reduction in the risk of heart disease.

Monday, July 12, 2010

JG: Feed Me Beats.

"Can We Pretend That Metaphors Are Like Similes Without Using Like or As. I Should Really Learn To Write Right Now, Write Right Now (echo effect)."

If I'm not mistaken, this will be this blog's first post about music.

Ok, so I'm not content with American radio. I'm sure no one is. Also, that MGMT cd meag sent me is either not good or not for me. (I've also heard rumo(u)rs that this band Abel Tasman would be releasing a very pretentious, purposely vague and esoteric album this summer, but I've seen nothing of it.) This, coupled with the fact my ipod speakers inexplicably broke about six months ago, means I must make a Compact Disc. I ask you all to help me complete it. It is summer, so do please try to avoid any singers that stabbed themselves in the heart (twice). Here is the list as stands:


You Don't Know Me (feat Regina Spektor) - Ben Folds
Past My Shades (Feat. Lupe Fiasco) - B.o.B. (sure I just made fun of him, but this is just too awesome slash hysterical)
Kick Drum Heart - The Avett Brothers (thank you jerry)
Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo) - Black Kids
The Daredevil Christopher Wright - The Daredevil Christopher Wright
The Ghost Inside - Broken Bells
Close to me - Ballyhoo! (sorry I have a thing for shitty bands that wish they were Sublime)
Cousins - Vampire Weekend
When We Swam - Thao with The Get Down Stay Down (YES, YES, & YES)
Butt Ugly Slut - Roger Alan Wade (best song ever made??)
Baby Boomerang - The Shins
I Woke Up Today - Port O'Brien
Shape Of My Heart - Noah And The Whale
The Way You Make Me Feel - Michael Jackson
I Don't Care - Justin Townes Earle
and of course....
Hit or Miss - New Found Glory (I refuse to go more than three years without bringing this song back)

I await your esteemed input....

Monday, May 24, 2010

DK: Exit Poem

Hullo!  Its been way too long since I've made a post.
I want to follow up Taylor's bit about heading back to the states.  Leaving the Land of the Long White Cloud has weighed heavily on my mind recently.  So heres an exit poem.  I it wrote while waiting to head to Queenstown, alone in an airport.  I'm working sections of it into a song.
Peace and Love.


A Sojourner's Song
by Daniel Koster

My heart is full of an unrequited desire
To be
I’ve found love in adventure
I already dread the flashbacks
Filled with longing
For the things I never once cared
Synthetic material, fit for a trek
A 2nd hand jacket from the Gap
In Leigh—Up north.

And in an interview
For a doctorial program or
Who knows what ditch of a formality life
Backs me into
I’ll be asked
“Why New Zealand?”
And I’ll respond
“To see how beautiful this world can be.”
Ace in the hole.

I have to try so hard to ignore the fact
That this is all going to end soon
That I need to concentrate at rest
But the sobbing of a child offers a substantial distraction,
A double-edged knife
Don’t you dare, young man, forget to be
Don’t you dare, young man, forget

In Jerry’s words
There’s a worlds worth of road and
Even more ocean before we get home
And I guess he’s right, put in a cryptic way
That we’d reassign our concept of home
To the New Zealand outback,
To ourselves.

Perhaps the only thing that silences
My rumination is the prospect of return one day
But that day won’t feel the same
My youth extinguished,
Beaten and battered into the shape
I’ll die in
For now, I’m as malleable as a glacier
The world a pick axe—wielded by the sturdy hand
Of the Tour Guide—
If my parents were right.

But all that is above me, today
Let me advise you,
You static-walking-corpse-to-come
Don’t forget to be, old man
Don’t you dare forget

Saturday, May 15, 2010

TD: Goodbye Copenhagen

Well I'm sadly packing up my room and getting ready to fly back to America tomorrow. A few days ago I thought I was ready. But now that it's crunch time I can't even think about it. After hearing a speech at our closing ceremony in which a comical kid from Skidmore explained how much he hates the "study abroad will change your life" phrase cause it takes something so unique and personal and makes it generic. And that it did change his life, but he couldn't explain that to everyone because everyone didn't stay in Copenhagen. I think he was right, it changed my life but I'm not going to stamp a cliche like that on it.

I think it's a great thing that I don't want to leave. And I'm sure I feel completely American again after only a few days of adjusting. But those in NZ (or Ireland), who still have a month or so left, cherish every fucking moment, because you're not going to want to leave, and you're probably going to feel pretty shitty your last day as you think back about a crazy semester in a foreign country! It's a good thing though, fo sho. I felt the need to get this past out there, my mind is racing.

I look forward to seeing all your beautiful faces either this summer or in the fall, when we're seniors.

That's all for now,

Taylor

Sunday, March 21, 2010

PT: Alex Chilton Remembered

I don't have much time, about fifteen minutes, so sorry that I can't get too much into explanation here.  On Wednesday, the music world lost a key figure in Alex Chilton.  Whether you know it or not, Chilton has been an influence on basically anything, mainly with his band Big Star.  Big Star have a huge cult following like Velvet Underground, only Lou Reed was loud and knew he was fucking cool.  Alex Chilton was the kid sitting in the corner just being a boss and not making everyone see.  However, his body of work is exemplary and should be viewed by all.  To honor him and Big Star, I'm going to post ten Big Star songs everyone should know.  Not all were written by Chilton, but he had a major effect on all, either melodically or musically.

1) Thirteen - The first Big Star song I knew because of Elliott Smith.  An absolute classic.  One of the sweetest and most innocent songs you will ever hear.
2) Kangaroo - Taylor and I once listened to this on a night drive back to his house, and spaced out for the entirety of the song, lost in it's brilliance.
3) I'm In Love With A Girl - A short, but meaningful song.  He says everything so simply, but with a voice like his, it sounds so complex.
4) Holocaust - The epitome of sad song.  Chilton was falling apart during Big Star's third album Sister Lovers, and this song is completely emblematic of it.
5) Stroke It Noel - Power pop with fantastic strings always gets the best of me.
6) Ballad of El Goodo
7) September Gurls
8) In the Street
9) Nighttime
10) Blue Moon

R.I.P. Alex Chilton.

Friday, March 19, 2010

TD: The loss of an Indie Legend, Alex Chilton

 Goodbye Alex

As I sit here in my dorm room waiting for Michigan State to I'm going to reflect on the late Alex Chilton. Pat Taylor would certainly post something about Chilton and since he's in the African bush, I thought I'd fill the void. Chilton, the lead singer of the 70s rock band Big Star, is often considered amongst musicians as the king of "indie." And as this blog is mostly made up of counter culture yuppies I thought you folks would appreciate a little praise for a lesser known classic rock icon.

Chilton did solo work after Big Star and was in a pop band, Box Tops, before Big Star's formation in '71. His unique voice and melancholy lyrics make him an influence on several musicians including the late Elliott Smith and REM. He was considered a media recluse, unwilling to do interviews or appear in public throughout his years post Big Star. He was known amongst those who knew him as being blunt but charming, in a very southern way (he hailed form Memphis, TE). The bands' three albums in the 1970s were a definitive example of Big Star's short but influential stamp on rock music. They were set to reunite for a performance at South by Southwest which is currently happening in Austin as we speak.

It's too bad that he passed at only 59, just days before their show. The music world won't forget the voice of Chilton and I suggest, if you aren't familiar with Big Star's music, you download/youtube a couple songs in his passing honor. "Thirteen" and "Nighttime" are two of my personal favorites but they have many gems.

That being said, I hope everyone is having a wonderful time in their world travels. Those back at Loyola, enjoy the beautiful weather Baltimore's having.

That's all for now.

Taylor