So I handled my first machine gun the other day. Where? In the church, of course. (Don’t worry, it wasn’t loaded.) We learned about law enforcement at our monthly career night at scouts. Aaron’s dad talked to the boys about his job as a tax fraud investigator. In addition to strapping the boys into bulletproof vests, he let them shoot pepper spray, check out his tazer and handcuffs, and even put one kid into manacles.
Then came the weapons. He passed around the arsenal used in a typical raid: a machine gun to “spray” the place; a semi-automatic sniper rifle for hitting folks from long range; and then the shotgun. Any questions? I raised my hand. I understood why you would start with a machine gun, and the sniper rifle also made sense. But why was the shotgun really necessary at that point? Answer: for psychological effect, mostly. How would you feel if someone was pointing a shotgun at you from short-range? Point well taken.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
The Downfall of Jake the Snake

Jake Plummer at the grocery store
Not even my lucky Denver Broncos track pants were enough to keep my favorite team from self destructing on their home field today. Another year of cheering down the drain.
This has been a strange year in many ways, not the least of which being that I have watched football every single week this season. I haven’t actively followed the NFL since my heart was broken by the Broncos in the Superbowl three times in the late 80s and early 90s. Sure, I cheered Elway on as he won the two rings at the end of his career, but I probably wouldn’t have shed tears like I did as 10-year-old if they would have lost.
Watching an outrageous amount of sports in the last few months has lead to me think a lot about sports. I’m not thinking about stats or key match ups or MVP candidates, but more about what sports are really about. (Don’t worry, I’m not listening to sports talk on the radio or anything like that.)
People love to have something to root for. Even if you are a Phoenix Cardinals fan (is there such thing?) there is a 50/50 chance that your team might win any particular game. The thing that’s crazy about being a fan is that when your team wins, you win. Just by rooting for a team (internally or externally) you earn the right to feel happy if your team comes out victorious. Though you really did nothing, you are rewarded with a sense of accomplishment. Conversely, you also have to bare the brunt of criticism if you are on the losing end, like somehow your inferior support led to poor ball handling or special teams coverage.
Sports are really just the original reality TV. People get hooked on American Idol for the same reason that they get addicted to sports. When Rubbard Studdard wins the competition, so do all the people who voted 30,000 times for him. People have been cheering for athletes for centuries, so it only makes sense that we would do the same for a girl on The Bachelor, a fatty on The Biggest Loser or an idiot on Joe Millionaire. It’s really amazing that no one thought of it sooner.
Another thing that I find so interesting about sports is its infatuation with heroism. When an injured player decides to take a cortisone injection so he can play on a broken leg or misses his own father’s funeral so he can make it to the playoffs, commentators use words like “brave,” “unselfish,” and “hero" -- as opposed to real life and real jobs, where coworkers would describe those same acts as “reckless,” “insensitive” and “stupid.”
We must be lacking in heroes these days. I am guessing that there used to be heroes at some point because it’s a pretty common word. I think there used to be “war heroes,” though I don’t think we have those any more. But apparently, we have a need to have heroes around. Since they don’t seem to be apparent in daily life - we don’t generally say, “Charlie could have called in sick to work today, but he didn’t. He’s a real hero.” – sports seems to be a logical place to find them. “Even after appearing in court today on sexual assault charges, he was still able to score 45 points and hit a jumper at the buzzer. What a heroic performance!”
So what does all of this deep analysis of sports mean to me? Well, I’m 25 years old and the Broncos just lost the big game. I’m bummed out about it. We really didn’t come to play. However, you’ve got to hand it to Pittsburgh Steelers. As the 6th seed in the playoffs, it took heroic efforts to overcome the challenges of beating three great teams on the road.
I will have to settle for cheering for seven layer dip at the Superbowl party.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
January Consumption
Music
Boys Night Out - Make Yourself Sick
The Concretes - S/T
Plain White T's - All That We Needed
Hellogoodbye - S/T EP
Michale Graves - Punk Rock is Dead
Spoon—Gimme Fiction
Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs
Dub Pistols—Point Blank
Reggie & the Full Effect—Songs Not to Get Married To
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A – Girls Names EP
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A – Internet EP
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A – S/T EP
Strokes—First Impressions of Earth
Army of Freshmen—Beg, Borrow, Steal
Feist—Let it Die
Books
Bait and Switch by Barbara Ehrenreich
Boys Night Out - Make Yourself Sick
The Concretes - S/T
Plain White T's - All That We Needed
Hellogoodbye - S/T EP
Michale Graves - Punk Rock is Dead
Spoon—Gimme Fiction
Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs
Dub Pistols—Point Blank
Reggie & the Full Effect—Songs Not to Get Married To
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A – Girls Names EP
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A – Internet EP
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A – S/T EP
Strokes—First Impressions of Earth
Army of Freshmen—Beg, Borrow, Steal
Feist—Let it Die
Books
Bait and Switch by Barbara Ehrenreich
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Pedro the Lion Breaks Up?!

According to Pedro the Lion and Headphones drummer TW Walsh, Pedro the Lion is breaking up due to his decision to leave the bands. "Breaking up" isn't really the right word, since Pedro the Lion and Headphones are, for all intents and purposes, a one-man band. So "breaking up" means that David Bazan will no longer perform under the name Pedro the Lion. It's all a bit weird, since TW was only in the band for two years and one album.
Though there is no official news on Pedro's site, TW's site explains the whole thing. It is very interesting, and gives a lot of insight into what it's like to be a touring musician who is not making a lot of money.
If the news is true, my heart is partially breaking. I am sure there will be more David Bazan music in the future, but I sense he is trying to get a way from the Pedro stuff. I love Pedro. [Insert frowny emoticon here.]
Here's the blurb from Alternative Press:
Punknews.org is reporting that Pedro The Lion, the indie-rock vehicle of songwriter David Bazan, have broken up. While neither the band nor their label, Jade Tree, have released any official statement regarding the group's demise, the explanation given on Punknews.org was as follows:
The main motiviation for the split is due to [band member] TW Walsh's reluctance to maintain the 100+ day per year touring schedule that the band demands. Consequently, Bazan has said that he will not continue to work under the name without Walsh and will be writing, recording and touring under his own name, and also on his electronic-tinged side project, Headphones."Bazan will record the second Headphones album this Spring for a late 2006 release on an unspecified label; this will be the follow-up to the electronic band's self-titled effort, which came out this past May. He also plans on recording his solo debut for a Jade Tree release in 2007.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Another Year of the Manifesto
I just registered www.sutherlandmanifesto.com for another year. So all you suckers out there who were just waiting for the domain name to open up so you could benefit from the outrageous popularity of the name, you'll just have to keep waiting. Word.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Best Music of 2005
In 2005 I tried to keep a record of every album that I seriously listened to. As I look back over the list, I know there is a ton of stuff that I left out. Nevertheless, I feel it was a valiant effort.
Thanks to mp3 blogs and sitting in front of a computer 8 hours a day, I listened to more new music this past year than in my whole life combined. I would imagine that I listened to songs by at least 5 new artists each week - that's 260 new artists over a year. Looking at my top ten of 2005, 5 of them are bands that I have been listening to for a while now. That means out of 260 new bands I only ended up putting 5 of them into heavy rotation. There certainly is a lot of crap out there.
Anyhoo, 2005 wasn't spectacular, but here are 10 albums that found a happy home in my iPod.

10. Low - The Great Destroyer

9. Whole Wheat Bread - Minority Rules

8. MXPX - Panic

7. Imogen Heap - Speak for Yourself

6. The Bruce Lee Band - Beautiful World

5. Alkaline Trio - Crimson

4. Iron & Wine - Woman King EP

3. Bloc Party - Silent Alarm

2. Millencolin - Kingwood

1. Death Cab for Cutie - Plans
Thanks to mp3 blogs and sitting in front of a computer 8 hours a day, I listened to more new music this past year than in my whole life combined. I would imagine that I listened to songs by at least 5 new artists each week - that's 260 new artists over a year. Looking at my top ten of 2005, 5 of them are bands that I have been listening to for a while now. That means out of 260 new bands I only ended up putting 5 of them into heavy rotation. There certainly is a lot of crap out there.
Anyhoo, 2005 wasn't spectacular, but here are 10 albums that found a happy home in my iPod.

10. Low - The Great Destroyer

9. Whole Wheat Bread - Minority Rules

8. MXPX - Panic

7. Imogen Heap - Speak for Yourself

6. The Bruce Lee Band - Beautiful World

5. Alkaline Trio - Crimson

4. Iron & Wine - Woman King EP

3. Bloc Party - Silent Alarm

2. Millencolin - Kingwood

1. Death Cab for Cutie - Plans
The Jury’s Still Out: Adventures in Jury Duty
by Traci
Written some point in 2006?
My significant other is always asking me to write something for the Manifesto, the problem is I don’t ever feel like I have anything worth writing about. I keep thinking that I will write once I have something out of the ordinary to write about. I guess that something was jury duty.
If you are like me, when you think of jury duty you think about O.J. Simpson. I was only like 14 or 15 when O.J. happened, but my dad was a devoted follower of the case, so I think that I probably learned more about the case than your normal teen.
When I received my summons to Salt Lake City Justice court, I was about 60 percent annoyed, 40 percent curious. Having not really had any exposure to a real-life court, I was interested to how the wheels of justice really turn. I received a letter telling me that I had to call a phone number every night for a week to find out if I would be one of the lucky chosen ones. I almost made it through the week without having to report, but on Thursday night I heard the robot lady on the other end of the line tell me I was “required” to report the next day.
I arrived at the courthouse a few minutes before 8:30 a.m. and the waiting began. We all sat around and waited until about 8:50, when we moved from a waiting room to a courtroom. Here we had to watch a movie starring real people from like 1988 talking about jury duty. My only thought about the movie was that somebody should find the woman being interviewed guilty of crimes against fashion for the shoulder pads she was sporting. My favorite part of the movie - which comprised about 50% of the movie – was the various people talking about why we shouldn’t feel bad if we are not chosen.
Apparently Miss Shoulder Pad’s confidence was really shaken when she wasn’t chosen and she had to go through a lot of soul searching and questioning as to why she wasn’t picked for the team. She was telling us that it was alright, and that it doesn’t mean anything - left over scarring from not getting asked to the high school prom anyone?
Once we finished this super-helpful video, we were told that we wouldn’t have any major cases like murder or kidnapping. After we filled out a form asking our name, birthday, job and what newspapers and magazines we read, we were all marched to the cashiers to collect our $18.50. After breaking the bank, we were treated to a lot more sitting.
After a very long while (and a boring conversation with one of my fellow potential jurors), we were told to follow the bailiff upstairs to another courtroom. When we arrived, we were told that this was a DUI case. We listened to another speech from the judge (which included a spiel about not feeling bad if we weren’t chosen - how sad it must be for those whose confidence rests on whether or not they are selected for jury duty) about our role as possible jurors.
The judge then asked us a lot of questions as a group. If the answer to any of them was yes, we had to raise our hand. I noticed that the two lawyers had a little chart with each of our names. As we answered questions, the lawyers would make notes about us on the chart. Since it was a DUI case, the judge asked if anyone in the pool (or someone close to them) had been pulled over for DUI. I was slightly embarrassed for those who raised their hand and had to respond that they had been pulled over for DUI. We were also asked if there was anyone in the pool who didn’t drink for religious, moral or health reasons. I got to raise my hand on that one, and that may have been the question that got me eliminated. Or it may have also been the fact that I was on the end of the row next to the wall and spent part of the time sitting with my head resting against the wall.
The wheels of justice may turn, but not very swiftly, and I was tired, having already been there for three hours. I kind of think that my laziness may have been a real turnoff for the lawyers. Maybe they thought “Not only does she not drink, but she’s lazy, too- maybe too lazy to even drive at all” and crossed me off.
Whatever it may have been, I didn’t get chosen to sit on the panel of four jurors. So I took my $18.50 and got on the TRAX and came home. In retrospect, a part of me is glad that I didn’t get chosen, because even though it wasn’t a “major” case, it was probably pretty major to those involved and I don’t know if I want to be responsible for how that decision. Another part of me was still mildly interested in being involved in an actual court case. Oh well. At least I didn’t have be sequestered at the Shilo Inn or something.
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