Subway Sightings

Good news — Jacob says he saw one of the ReRed “campaign corrections” on the 4 train today. He says there was one still up and then a place where it appeared another had been taken down. My reading of this is that the label stock ads stayed, while the paste-up ones were easier to remove. Good news regardless: that ad has been up for over a week! Imagine how many “impressions” and “eyeballs” it’s gotten!

I can dance this!

and so could most of my fifth-grade class. Tinikling is a Filipino dance style which involves jumping over bamboo poles. (Warning: auto-loading midi file. Actually, there’s a better auto-loading file — an MP3?! not smart — here.) One explanation is that the bamboo poles were a form of torture employed by Spanish colonialists, and the dance helped the natives they enslaved avoid being bruised and cut. I had previously heard the little bird explanation.

We Get Results

Well, lookee here!

Not sure how long these stayed up, but they went in about four or five trains on the 1/2 and 4/5/6 lines. I do hope they didn’t just get taken down at the end of the line. The problem with these pictures is they don’t give a sense of what the unadulterated ad copy says– it says things like “it’s like when you closed the deal wearing your new red power suit” or “it’s like when you decided to become a redhead” or “it’s like when you got a dozen red roses” or “it’s like when the red velvet ropes opened just for you.” It’s red! It’s every sexy feminine thing you ought to want to be! Its essence is a bottle of booze with tropical sh!t in it! $5.99 only! ok, I’ll shut up now.

Better Than Abstinence

Through a couple of dyke-created, dyke-oriented p0r-n sites that M’issa referred me to, including one site with faerie scenarios (that’s faeries, as in with wings, not effete males, and no, I will not link here, for crying out loud my nine-year-old cousin reads this site) I found the Technical Virgin site. Nice simple response to abstinence-only sex-ed. Totally worth the download on the PSA video clips they have– they’re short and very funny. The site that referred me there (and if you poke around that should take you to the faeries, all right?) has the best exit site I have ever seen — what a great use for the sorry-you’re-under-18 link, to point kids towards healthy information about sexuality.

Someone asked me recently why I write things like fsck and b00b13s rather than spelling them correctly — it is self-censorship, yes, but it’s not because I don’t want to offend anyone; it’s because I want my page to slide under the gaze of NetNanny-type software. this post is not going to make it through anyway, I think. especially with the Sc1ent0l0gy censorware, because it includes the word “poodle.”

Tragedy Strikes In Sunnyside, Queens

H.W. Nam’s NY Dance Sport has closed. The store housed four-to-six dance simulation arcade games (DDR and Pump) at any given time, as well as selling Hello Kitty and Orange Story merchandise, doo-rags and giant bling-bling medallions. Nam was a forty-something Korean guy who made change and would offer you paper towels after you’d danced enough to get sweaty.

The little storefront was host to a DDR contest last year, a real innovation in terms of cultural events. It was genuinely diverse in age as well as ethnicity. The moment that sticks with me was when this twelve-year-old girl (who bore passing resemblance to the lead actress in Welcome to the Dollhouse) got up on the platform and performed an awkward, arm-waving routine that would have gotten her booed off stage had she been at a school talent show. The room erupted in a warm round of cheers.

This is the thing: the game attracts the awkward, those who never attended their prom, the never-successful jocks, the too-sensitive or too-flamboyant boys, the girls who like video games. The crowd around a DDR machine is invariably full of misfits, but you don’t necessarily realize it until you talk to them, because they move so fluidly. And they’re doing this dance that has nothing to do with the disco music and images the game emits. It’s foot-heavy, evoking gumboot and tap.

God, I just can’t be objective about this game. It’s why the Voice never ran the article I wrote about it: it’s one of these nerd rituals that makes me get all mushy.

The closure means bad things. First, the teens and pre-teens who patronized the place have one fewer inexpensive place to hang out in their neighborhood.

Second, this could be a sign that DDR’s popularity in the States has crested quietly and is waning, which would mean there will be fewer places to play. Also, I just hate to see another small business go under.

Update 4/12/02: Went to Broadway City Arcade, and the crew there hints that New York Dance Sport may have moved to the vicinity of 60th and Queens Boulevard. Further bulletins as I learn more.