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Mana Recommends: MUSIC

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

I wasn’t going to jump on this bandwagon. But the more I resisted, the more obvious it became that I was resisting for all the wrong reasons.

A while back dear celebrity blogger Perez Hilton started a slightly bizarre trend on Twitter where he got a bunch of his celeb friends to cryptically tweet “who’s sliimy?”

Eventually, word got out. Who’s Sliimy? Well boys and girls, he’s a scrawny, slightly eclectic singer from the town of Saint-Etienne, France.

Sliimy (pronounced “slee-me”) is a big-haired, slightly awkward 20-something who is into making English language pop songs. Songs that are admittedly a thousand times weirder than those by Mika, to whom he’s often compared.

I hate to admit it, but Sliimy does look like the result of some sort of weird Star Trek transporter incident involving Mika and Prince. But his sound is his own, breathy and amusingly populated by his tendency to pronounce English “th” sounds as “s” sounds. “It’s your birsday!” he sings in his first single, Wake Up. But rather than annoying, it comes across as bizarrely endearing.

He doesn’t have Mika’s incredible, classically-trained vocal prowess or even Prince’s lyrical mastery. But he’s got his place: give him a listen.

Be forewarned; you’re going to feel as though you’ve slipped into some demented children’s program where the writers are apt to spend their time indulging in hallucinogenic subtances.

And you just might like it.

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Digital safety; digital paranoia?

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

When I got my first internet connection at the age of 18, my mother freaked out.

It didn’t matter that I was the one paying the bill, and that I was finally legally old enough to have a connection in my name. All she could think of was the message that had been drilled into her head by the media; the internet is scary. The internet is unsafe. The internet is teeming with icky, balding middle-aged men who sit around in their underwear and lure unsuspecting young things to their untimely demise.

Now, token disclaimer; I’m not saying those things don’t happen. We’ve all heard specific stories of people being enticed by someone online, to a negative end. But it’s just like the idea that any number of awful fates can befall someone walking home from a metro station. Can bad things happen? Sure. Should you feel paralyzed and refrain from living your life as a result? I certainly don’t think so.

I’m getting rather tired of the paranoia.

The internet is NOT an inherently dangerous place. Not any more so than walking down the street. I spoke to someone recently about online safety, and every third sentence was teeming with fear and inaccuracy.

For one thing, she told me that Twitter is a particularly dangerous place, especially for young teens to be lured.

Seriously? Teens are really being lured in 140 characters or less? Wow.

“O hai. U R a pretty thing. Meet me @ 12th St @ 9pm & I’ll give u Jonas Bros tix just for bein so hot.”

I mean… really?

She also told me that a savvy online predator can figure out your home address from your email address. I’m not an internet security expert, but I can’t comprehend that on a technical level. I mean, unless you’re on a forum typing something like “my email address is hot-baybee-99099@yahoo.com and I live at 124 Cherry Tree lane”, the two shouldn’t even be connected. Even in the case of an ISP-based email account, my understanding is that ISPs don’t even like to give out that information in the case of piracy proceedings. So how is Joe Schmo online going to find that out?

Granted, the woman I was speaking with kept calling IP addresses “IPS addresses” and avatars “attars,” so I think there may be a take-it-with-a-grain-of-salt element involved.

But the point is that people hear things like this in the media, and they get paranoid. Parents freak out, and think that in order to keep their kids safe, they need to keep them off the internet. And in 2009, that’s ludicrous. Teens NEED the skills developed by time spent on social networking sites. They shouldn’t be banned from accessing such sites just because of some half-baked idea that it’s terribly unsafe. They need to be educated on how to keep themselves safe, just as they’re taught to be street-smart while on that walk home from the metro station.

They need to learn what’s acceptable, and what’s stupid. Let’s compare it to real life. Two friends walking through a school field at 4pm in a middle class neighbourhood? Acceptable. Walking around at 3am drunk or high, alone, in the roughest part of town? Stupid.

And of course, there are parallels online, too. Having a Facebook account? Chatting on a message board? Acceptable. Posting your home address and trusting the random guy on MySpace when he says you’re his everything and you should meet him at his hotel room? Stupid.

A couple years ago there was a media story about a party. Someone threw a party where far more people showed up than were invited, and one of the guests was murdered – with an axe to his head. Did the media blame the nutjob who arrived at a party, axe in hand, and used it on another person? Nope. They blamed the fact that the party was planned on Facebook.

Right. Because when some psycho turns up with an axe it’s Facebook’s fault, not the axe-weilding psycho’s fault.

Ultimately, it’s obvious people shouldn’t throw every detail of themselves out there for the world to consume, but people also need to think twice before they let fear paralyze them. Otherwise they run the risk of missing out. For example, I know three couples who met online, ranging in age from 15-40+. One couple is married with two kids, one couple is engaged. In my own experience, I’ve met some really great friends online. In fact, a few months ago I got on a plane to Europe to meet some of these people. But I did it in a public places, during daylight hours. Result? I had a fantastic experience with people from completely different walks of life, people who I’d never have known existed if not for online communication.

The moral of the tale? Learn some basic online safety tips. But don’t be paranoid. The internet isn’t going to get you.


Mana Recommends: MUSIC

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

Music is such an integral component of our  lives. Ever thought about it? Think about your favourite songs, and the feeling(s) you get when you hear those songs play.

(To read more about the effect of music on us physiologically, click here).

Think of some treasured memories. Is there a soundtrack to those memories? I know that for me, there most certainly is.

“Aint’ it funny how a melody
Can bring back a memory
Take you to another place and time
Completely change your state of mind.”

-Clint Black, State of Mind

I keep running playlists of music for any given season, adding new songs to these playlists as I find them. Then, as the seasons pass, I find that going back to these playlists transports me back in time to when the playlist was crafted – much in the same way as happens with scent. When a memory is triggered by, say, an old bottle of perfume.

And it’s funny. Often the genre of music, the lyrical content, and the overall themes have nothing to do with life at any given point; and yet, somehow these songs manage to grab onto my inner calender and glue themselves into place. Often these songs don’t even hit my radar when they’re newly-released. It doesn’t matter; it just works.

So, here are a few of my choice songs from choice moments over the last few years. Maybe you’ll find something to add to your playlist?

October 2003
The Coral – Dreaming of You

April 2005
Barlow – Married by Elvis

March 2008
Rufus Wainwright – Hallelujah

June 2009
Gigi D’Agostino – L’Amour Toujours

August 2009
MIKA – We Are Golden


Through my lens

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

I’ve blogged before. I’ve used online blogging sites, I’ve used social networking sites. But somehow those usually seem to end up in one of two categories; endless diatribe about nuances of my not-so-unordinary life, or random thoughts without any cohesion whatsover.

So what’s this blog about? Well, it’s a sandbox. Wanna play? *hands readers a shovel*

This is my sandbox, my soapbox, my soapy sandbox to wax about… well, topics. A place for my often overly-opinionated self to discuss whatever comes to mind at any given time; as a wise man once put it, “through my lens.”

I might voice opinions on things. I’ll likely discuss current events, issues, and such. And some days I may just ramble about nothing in particular. I hope you enjoy the ride.