Matt

  • The Welcome Wagon

    Justin laid The Rhinocerus Egg and breaks the tie on brothers blogging vs. having a life, with Jeff now the minority in the latter category.

    Chandler joins The Cult of Pure Banality. Despite being unemployed, the only time Chandler can find to write is during his nightly regimen of drunk munchies:

    In these frigid times, the plumbing of my mind has burst forth mental sewage onto the internet and straight into your homes. Inspired by capitalist propaganda and radical lunacy, I’m here to present you with some good-old-fashioned, totally useless drivel. The kind you used to get from your drunk friend at 3am in college when he decided it was time to “have a serious talk”, because that’s who I am: your drunk friend.

  • Deleted Scenes

    UPDATE: WE GOT TO MEET DAN!, Deleted Scenes’ frontman, providing further evidence that every single person from Olney, Maryland not only knows each other, but also still hangs out.

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    “Local band.” It’s one of those combinations of terms that usually softens up our critical senses. Like “school play” or “free beer.” It’s a qualification that makes us tend to go a little easier, allow a little benefit with our doubt. You may not stop in your tracks if you heard that band on the radio, but for a band from your stomping grounds, well, they deserve some credit.

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    Checking out “local band” Deleted Scenes tonight. Their Myspace selections are a tad slow but I somehow already have like 4 of their MP3s in my bloated iTunes library and I like the sound.

    Doesn’t hurt that the show is at Rock n’ Roll Hotel, a venue I’ve been meaning to check out:

    For as long as man has lived in society, hotels have lined his roads, offering weary travelers a safe and comfortable shelter for the night.

  • Useful Widgets

    Work’s pretty busy this week, so you get the post I wrote for EchoDitto‘s blog. Please pardon the professional tone and altruistic subject matter. Scroll down for obligatory Footloose reference.

    Being the early-adopting nerd that I am, I’ve gone through my share of widgets. I’ve tinkered with every site- and PC-based widget engine from Konfabulator to Yahoo Widgets to Google Desktop. At work I use a Mac, so I got to experiment with those guys, including an ill-fated Christmas Countdown widget. But as much as I love fun technology, the overwhelming uselessness of widgets thus far has tainted my expectations for the platforms that enable them. The fact is, I’ve never had any stocks to check. If something’s really important, I’ll place the RSS feed or bookmark somewhere prominent within Firefox. And don’t get me started on how many different ways I can check the weather.

    Which is why I owe Katya Andresen thanks for her Net Squared DC presentation last night for changing all of that and making me realize their potential again. The Six Degrees project
    has done something genuinely groundbreaking. They want people to do good in the world, but they don’t really care if you go to their website to do so. They’re doing what we’ve grown hoarse repeating: If you let go of your message a little and empower your supporters, big things can happen.

    Six Degrees allows users to make badges for their cause and take their fundraising elsewhere: their blog, their MySpace, and so on. In doing so they’ve essentially enabled individuals to become their own charities, in the same way that tools like WordPress allowed people to become their own publishers.

    And it works. Think about it, when is the last time you gave to charity? Chances are, it was for a friend or family member who was running a race or otherwise soliciting donations for a cause. And you gave. You do support Save the Baby Zebras, but you gave to them because your friend or family member asked you to, and what’s important to them is important to you.

    Six Degrees keeps things interesting with a Top Six Badges contest for matching grants that judges based on how many donators you’ve attracted rather than how much money you’ve accrued.

    Oh, and I almost forgot the best part of this whole thing: It was started with the help of Kevin Bacon, who bought the Six Degrees domain after realizing that most mentions of him on the Internet were about the six degrees from Kevin Bacon game and not his stellar performance in Footloose. The celebrity tie-ins continue with Celebrity Badges from Jessica Simpson, Kanye West, Nicole Kidman and others.

    Anyway, thanks again to Katya and to everyone else for coming out and making this another great NetSquared event. Join us next month on March 13th at 7pm!

  • Moving Day

    My own personalized version of hell will involve shoe shopping and furniture moving. And it will be really cold out. I got a little preview this weekend.

    My parents invited me to come down to Boca Raton, Florida with them a few months ago, but at the time I didn’t realize how badly I’d need some sun and thought it might be weird tagging along with just my parents. They had an hour layover at Reagan yesterday, so I met up with them for lunch and tried to buy a ticket on their connecting flight, to no avail. I had a swimsuit, sunglasses, and a toothbrush in my backpack just in case. It’s a lot easier to do in romantic comedies I guess.

    So now I’m still here and have to move all my stuff 4 feet next door to the other room (we’re taking turns with the small room). Meaning the few piles I’ve managed to eliminate in the last 6 months will be back, and those I hadn’t tackled yet will be emboldened by the veritable jailbreak of clutter.

  • Crack Commando Marketing Student

    Brian officially became the second brother to start a blog (the others will fall someday).

    As usual he was a bit wiser, by a) starting it when not working full time and b) choosing a discernible topic to cover.  M.B.A. Baracus is off to a great start, including a Bank of America cover of U2’s “One”. Another song ruined by a lame corporation while authentically creative works are deleted or sued.

    P.S. the title refers to Mr. T’s character on the A-Team, Seargant Bosco “B.A.” Baracus

    P.P.S. I should note that Sister Lauren also has a blog, but I can’t find it and I’m willing to bet she’s left it for dead. Lauren, if you’re reading this, prove me wrong.

  • Topiary, vision is scary

    I’ve clearly neglected mStem this week, primarily because I’ve been ridiculously busy at work. But there’s nothing worse than reading about why someone was too busy to post to their blog, so here:

    edscissors.jpgMy coworker JP tossed me two sweet tickets to Edward Scissorhands at the Kennedy Center. Besides being the only person there in apple juice-soaked blue jeans and smuggled Smartfood, I had a great time. I’m not sure how into theatre or dance anyone reading this is, but if you come across tickets or find yourself on the short bus labeled Kennedy Center, it’s worth it. The set was great, including a dinosaur topiary that came to life and danced.

    One minor gripe:  When a performance ends, you don’t grab your jacket and leave right as curtain call starts.  You’re not at a movie theater with credits rolling.  I think this is the first play I’ve seen in DC, but a significant number of people in attendance were too busy to put in another 4 minutes at the end.

    There are loads of decorative details that make Matthew Bourne’s “Edward Scissorhands” at the Kennedy Center such a fun, loopily inspired spectacle — among them the twin bouquets of giant shears that Edward wields (in the place of hands) with so much expressive power, and the periodic snowfall that underscores his joy.

    But the topiary trumps all.

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  • Wake Up Barry

    The trailer for season two of Matthew T. Richissin’s tv show, Wake Up Barry, featuring Mike “I’ll drive 3 hours to be an extra at a party” Chandler, pictured below in the backwards neon green hat.

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  • Free Contact Backup w/ Verizon

    Now when you lose your phone, you don’t have to lose all your contacts.  Verizon was originally charging $2 a month for this service, but now as long as you have an online account with them they’ll waive the fee (make sure to check your next bill).

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    I don’t know if this is old news or not, because I haven’t paid my cellphone bill in three months.  Ouch…too many texts…

  • turtle power

    It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for the TMNT movie…March 2007 once sounded so far away. I passed the time by being a TMNT for Halloween…for the third time in my life. My bo did not make it home.

    I guess in this one the turtles are going to be a bit more Matrix-y/frog-like (yes, Matrix-y is a word).

    I had another great video of a crazy obsessed TMNT woman, but Viacom made Youtube take it down.

  • I must be getting old…

    …because Facebook’s confusing the heck outta me.

    Gifts?
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    So you can now buy an icon to show up in everyone’s News Feed?

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    And you get to choose from these?

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    Kinda like you can do on MySpace for free?

    Oh Facebook…

  • The Case for Hibernation

    Everyone I talked to today is exhausted, sick, or both. The temperature’s very low and Fox News has reported to me 7 different ways the cold can kill me, including being wet, homeless, or losing my corneas to the wind.

    One to two inches of snow are expected. Maybe somehow that will translate to the federal government getting shut down which will snowball into no work tomorrow. Yeah, I think I’m going to bed at 9.

    UPDATE: It’s somehow 11:30 and I’m still awake, but Madeleine did post a great poem that’s echoing my feelings right now:

    “Winter’s Onset from an Alienated Point of View”

    The first cold front came in
    whining like a carpenter’s plane
    and curled the warm air
    up the sky: winter is
    for busy work, summer
    for construction. As for
    spring and fall, ah, you
    know what we do then:
    sow and reap. I want
    never to be idle or by plumb
    or level to fear death,
    so I do none of this
    in offices away from weather.
    – Alan Dugan