praise for
days of naze

days of naze 






five good ones:

i blame them

the longest mile

my affair with a greek woman

pleasure victim

a night on the town


my old intro: an introduction

christening i am naze


wish list

may 31, 2002

Omigod. Triumph the Wonder Dog dismantles Episode II fans in perhaps his finest moment. +11:38 PM


Many of us long time Portland Trailblazer fans have become Sacramento King fans in the last year. Tonight, the Kings fought hard, got mugged, and didn't get calls as was predicted by many. It's wrong. But I must say that Shaq and Kobe handled themselves well in the postgame interviews. They both seem like decent guys. I admire Shaq making his free throws tonight. That doesn't dispel the fact that the Kings were assaulted tonight (e.g. Kobe's hard elbow across Bibby's face) and didn't get the calls that would have made the difference between winning and losing. +10:15 PM


may 29, 2002

bumper sticker: "That was Zen, this is Tao."

I am far too easily amused. +8:59 PM


may 26, 2002

the human spider

I don't think I've enjoyed any translation of super hero to screen more than I did watching Spiderman last night. Having been a fairly intense comic book geek in my earlier days (and still a somewhat active comic book geek) along with some study in film, I feel a little more qualified than most to critique the movie.

I loved the acting. The Toby McGuire/Kirsten Dunst relationship had some real teenage juice; the Anakin/Amidala thing is pathetic in comparison. Usually I agree with Ebert's analysis, but I couldn't disagree with him more on his assessment of the action scenes. The twisting/bending/twirling dervish I saw on the screen is exactly what I expected of Spiderman. I saw a very gifted but vulnerable superhero, and I give Raimi and executive producer and Spiderman co-creator, Stan Lee, the credit. The end was heart-breaking and true to the Marvel world. Kudos all around. If you have any affinity at all for the comic world, see this film. (8) +10:15 PM


may 25, 2002

words desecrated

Too many people abuse words, and too many of these have access to mass media.

There has been a lot of talk on sports media this week about whether major league sports are "ready" for an athlete to come out of the closet. (The idea that a league must be ready for someone to be who they are really makes me angry. Major league baseball was not "ready" for Jackie Robinson.) The execrable term sexual "preference" comes up in these conversations frequently. A preference is what I have for ice cream. Please make no mistake: heterosexuality and homosexuality are not "preferences", they are genetic mandates. It's insulting to anyone to have their sexual orientation referred to as a "preference". +10:38 PM


may 23, 2002

graphic novel binge review

Lone Wolf and Cub: Volume VIII - Chains of Death by Kazuo Koike and Goseki Jokima. An amazing b&w book of peaceful Edo period scenery and images juxtaposed against sequences of violent ballet-like combat. A ronin committed to bushido wanders the countryside with his infant son. My rating=9.

X-Men Xtinction. A disturbing villain hijacks a mythical east African nation and lures his nemesis, the X-Men into his trap. Themes of sacrifice, slavery, fraternity mixed in with reckless adventure. Raucous fun. (7)

Batman: Year One. Strange, almost unfinished images in muted brown tones. Effective in telling the story of the Batman when he was truly becoming the Batman. Under the sure hand of the master, Frank Miller. (8)

KnightFall -- Batman versus Bane. Flat and unimaginative illustrations. Characters that follow suit. Doesn't come alive until the final sequences. Bruce Wayne seriously injured and out of commission. They reach for the drama and the agony in this development, but it all plays out like a bad soap opera. Story salvaged by introducing the dilemma that Batman's replacement presents: How much aggression, force and violence may one utilize in the fight against evil before one becomes evil himself? (4) +9:54 PM


may 22, 2002

She started the day by pouring a cup of chocolate milk on her head. After I had dressed her.

Later, we danced in a puddle and shared egg noodles.

Mama Rat bit her when she stuck her fingers in the cage and she bled all over. I applied pressure, gave her ibuprofen, washed it with hydrogen peroxide and put a bandage on it. She thanked me: "Gack you!"

I'm getting older faster than nature intended, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy 2nd Birthday (Thursday morning) to Elizabeth Catherine Naze. +10:23 PM


Call me a Mighty Girl sycophant. A groupie. A hanger-on.

But she's got the goods again: The Case for Cocktails. +10:13 AM


may 20, 2002

What's Better?: Evil Bert or Time Travel Delorean? James Bond or Cat In the Shower?

Bet you can't click just one... [via Mighty Girl] +9:26 PM


may 19, 2002

Congratulations to fellow Portlander, Vecepia Towery for her victory on Survivor 4. Overall she was very mellow and under the radar, in true Portland fashion. She did actually hurt herself a bit with some defensive remarks and excuses during the final jury Q & A, but once Kathy was out, I was confident that V had it.

Rosie O'Donnell is putting Bryan Gumbel to shame as the post show host. She's a true fan of the show, where Bryan was so smug and self-involved. Damn, Neleh was looking fine! +10:53 PM


may 18, 2002

3 excellent articles:

Age of Invidia documents the rise of Invidia and the fall of 3dfx, the manufacturer of my Voodoo2 12 MB 3D accelerator.

In this month's issue of Harper's, Kevin Baker dismantles 2 recent tomes that glorify Reagan's presidency. There are few things more satisfying than intelligent critique.

Vanity Fair features a tasty exposition of the proxy battle that Carly Fiorina, CEO of H-P, waged against H-P employees and the heirs of the founders. Carly doesn't get it. How long until the market punishes her for it? +10:55 PM


may 17, 2002

I've just returned from Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones. I had fun. It lacks the driving pace of IV and the drama of V. But in many ways it is the equal of VI: Return of the Jedi. The story is interesting. Christensen shows flashes of credibility as the future Darth Vader, but the dialogue he has to work with is awfully weak. He is earnest and puppyish in his pursuit of Amidala. Lucas uses Portman successfully as major eye candy throughout the film, but she fails to generate any kind of romantic heat. On the plus side, the political twists are intriguing and Yoda's showdown with Dooku was a treat.

While I enjoyed the movie, I know that my interest in Star Wars is still primarily a function of the greatness of Episodes IV and V. Lucas tries to deflect criticism, downplaying these movies as Saturday afternoon serials and children's entertainment, but we know better. Lucas will never be able to live down the standard he created with those first two films. With all of the fantastic images, chase and combat scenes in Episode II, film is ultimately about personal drama and conflict. I believe the plot is serviceable but Episode II doesn't leave any lasting impression primarily because of the weak dialogue and acting. I gave it a 6 on IMDB (scale of 1-10). (I gave Episode I a 4, and Episodes IV, V, and VI, 10, 10, and 6 respectively.) +1:40 AM


may 12, 2002

In 1978, Mom took me and my Grandma Eades to Seattle to see the King Tut Exhibit. For those of you not old enough to remember, the Tut thing captivated America. People traveled from all over and stood in enormous lines to see the treasures from the boy king's tomb. A song or two were inspired.

Growing up in a family of 4 children, this trip really sticks out in my memory -- I don't remember another time when it was just me, Mom, and Grandma. We must have stopped at a photo booth. I stumbled across this photo this morning. I love it. This may be the most beautiful picture of Mom I've seen.

Happy Mothers Day, Mom. +9:00 AM


may 11, 2002

Elizabeth: (enthusiastically) "I yike sand. I eat sand!"

For those of you keeping score at home: sand does not improve the smell of poop, in fact, quite the opposite. +9:53 AM


Entertainment Weekly, one of the most reliable movie reviewers, just gave Episode II: Attack of the Clones a C+. I find this depressing.

In the same issue, Lucas vociferously defends the piece of crap Episode I, stating that the film was targeted at a 12 year old audience as all of the films have been. Uh, George. In the opening scene of Star Wars, a small Rebel ship is sucked into the Star Destroyer, a hole is cut in the hull, Darth Vader enters, lifts a crewman by the neck, strangling him to death, breaks his neck and casts him aside. Sure 12 year olds dig it, but how can you sit there and say that that movie's target was the 12 year olds?

And then in the next breath you tell us how dark Episode III will be. So your defense is that Jar Jar had to be in Episode I, and that it's o.k. to lead those same 12 year olds into the serious betrayal and murder in Episode III? Lame excuses. Lucas hasn't made a good Star Wars since he peaked with Empire Strikes back. Guess what? On Empire, Lucas had a co-writer and he didn't direct. +12:40 AM


may 8, 2002

I said my farewell to Huw Edwards, my fellow Spawn of '64, on Saturday night after he conducted his final concert with the Portland Youth Philharmonic.

Huw is an amazing musician, whose passion for music is unequaled and whose ability to shape the sound of an orchestra is unrivalled. Our loss is the Seattle Youth Symphony's gain. +12:30 AM


may 7, 2002

"[They] could not 'attack Ellison on craftsmanship, or even content anymore ... because none of them has written anything even remotely comparable to Ellison's achievements'.

Salon on the 50th anniversary of the publication of Ralph Ellison's "Invisible Man". (This on the tail end of an amazing night of why the Net is so precious to me.) +11:54 PM


may 4, 2002

Let's get this straight: if you don't read your e-mail at least once a day, you do not have e-mail. You have a slightly improved version of snail mail. Do not tell people you have e-mail if you are in this category. +11:01 PM


Pulling out of the Movie Madness parking lot, I spot a dirty black mini pickup. The passenger (male, I believe) has long permed out hair and is doing a head banging thing. The bumper sticker reads "I'm not shy, I'm honing in on my prey". A disembodied arm rises out of the bed and flicks the ash off it's cigarette. It's a great place to rent a movie. +10:59 PM


I had my second significant web to meat space encounter yesterday when I hung out with 5 interesting Portland web people. Merci beaucoup to Jenn of Illusionaire for getting us together. Cath captures the vibe of the event well on her site. (She's also got a dead-on take of Portland Police Chief Kroeker's departure from Portland back to L.A.) +10:49 PM


may 2, 2002

will you take 1 minute to save something very cool about the internet?

If you've dug services like Launchcast or great indy stations like WBER, you know how amazing internet radio can be. Your government may adopt an arbitration panel's recommendation that will destroy internet radio. Use this site to send a fax to your senators and representative to get them to intervene, or better yet, call them directly. We can do something about this if many of us act now.

[-via matt] +7:22 PM


may 1, 2002


On balance, I think the Webby's are a good thing. Last year they provided a platform for Halcyon's Behind the Music self-satire, probably the single funniest piece of video I've ever seen on the web.

But looking at this year's nominees for Personal Web Site, I'd say their new interpretation of Personal Web Site differs radically from mine. Don't get me wrong. These are all excellent sites, created by some very talented and dedicated people. I just think they should be in different categories.

Every site is personal in some way -- a person made it! But using the term in that way renders it meaningless. To me, personal web sites mean personal narrative. Living, telling and exchanging stories are fundamental to what it means to be human. Many, many sites do this well and constitute what I believe to be the soul of the web. These sites grow and we return again and again to learn more about their creators. There are very few things as immediate and intimate as a great personal site.

My sense is that The Webby's are either: 1) managing their image, assuring the larger world that they are all about more abstract means of expression or politically important issues, not "home pages"; or 2) just not tuned in to the magic of the personal site. +10:07 PM





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