Archive for February, 2009

Twitter, anyone?

Saturday, February 28th, 2009

I really cannot help but wonder if that Turkish plane crashed in Amsterdam to advertise Twitter! (I know this is a very dark thought, but….) As I was ill and stuck to my couch and as I am known for my CNN addiction (I promise, it is not only because of Anderson Cooper) – I followed breaking news almost whole day. And I was shocked how often and with which enthusiasm CNN was mentioning the role of Tweeter and that they actually got the first hint from there. Does CNN have a stake in Twitter? Similar, though much milder, was going on NTV – suddenly the news about the plane crash became the news about how cool Twitter is.
So, I went to my account, which was sleeping peacefully since I made it, to see what the fuss is about. And I still don’t dig it. Does the world really need to be continuously feed my BS in size “140 characters”? People are posting links and some non-understandable abbreviations; it is all just a mess! A link salad. How do you find any interesting info there? And – if we really start communicating in 140, will our brains melt to a size of a bird’s brain? I don’t know….
Anyone of you guys twitting?

Cheerleader President

Friday, February 27th, 2009

Dear U.S. of A,
Few nights ago, my desperate body decided to burn down this annoying flu so my rising fever didn’t let me sleep. Desperate, I turned on CNN and watched your president addressing a joint session of Congress. And I was fascinated! You elected yourself one fine cheerleader there! And hey, the man doesn’t even need pompons nor a frilly skirt – he can do it all orally!
Since that night, his energising speech just won’t leave my head. And I wanted to ask you: Can I please, please, please borrow him?
I really do need to hear a speech like this. I’ve also suffered a crisis lately: I have this horrible flu, the prince charming decided not to search for me (although I left him my slipper), I applied for a few really cool jobs and got rejected, my debt is rising. So basically, Obama would only need to change a few words in his speech. Here an example:

“……But while your economy may be weakened and your confidence shaken; though you are living through difficult and uncertain times, tonight I want you Ana to know this: You will rebuild, you will recover, and you will emerge stronger than before (here, he can mention something about the prince).
And if you do, then someday years from now your children (yeepii, my children!) can tell their children that this was the time when you performed…… As you stand at this crossroads of history, the eyes of all people in all nations are once again upon you — watching to see what you do with this moment; waiting for you to lead (maybe that’s a bit too much). Thank you, God Bless you (yeah OK, he can also say: and may God bless the United States of America.)”

Thank you in advance,
A

P.S. Isn’t it actually a good idea – personal cheer leaders? Doesn’t necessary need to be a president.

Meet Louis Begley

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

What’s the Hurry?
Louis Begley has managed to live two parallel lives, both very successful: attorney and author. At his reading in Vienna, he explained how he did it: Without nay hurry.
by Ana Tajder for The Vienna Review, March 09

When it comes to living parallel lives, all successful and all different, few have out done attorney and novelist Louis Begley.
Begley was a partner at Debevoise & Plimpton, a distinguished New York Law firm, when he surprised the literary world with his first novel Wartime Lies, about a young Polish Jew caught up in the inferno of the Holocaust. The novel appeared in 1991, when Begley was 57, and was very well received, winning the PEN/Ernest Hemingway Foundation Award for a First Work of Fiction and the Irish Times-Aer Lingus International Fiction Prize.
Begley continued writing and practicing law for 16 years, working during the week and writing on weekends before finally retiring in 2007, at the age of 73.
On Feb. 10, Begley was invited to read and discuss with the audience at the Hauptbücherei am Gürtel, in Vienna. After presenting several excerpts from Wartime Lies, he was asked about the autobiographical aspects of this book. He got quite annoyed, presumably because he had been asked this very question hundreds of times in the past 18 years. He later on specified that on principle, one should not confuse the literary merits of a book with the biographical facts concerning the author.
By the same token, though, some parallels cannot be overlooked. Just like Macek, the main character in Wartime Lies, Begley was born in 1933 in Poland to a wealthy Jewish family, and both escaped the Nazi army. Begley’s family fled Poland in 1941 and after a long odyssey, settled in the United States in 1947.
Seven years later, Begley graduated from Harvard College in English literature, summa cum laude. In 1956, he entered Harvard Law School on a scholarship, graduating in 1959, magna cum laude.
Begley still resembles a lawyer, in his dark blue jacket and red tie; reserved and quietly authoritative. But the audience in Vienna quickly succumbed to his boyish charm.
“Why did it take so long to write your first book?” the audience asked.
“What was the hurry?” he joked.
Later during the discussion, he did explain that initially he had lacked self-confidence and wasn’t actually sure that he had had anything to write about. His life in the United States didn’t seem interesting enough to him, and the wartime experience was, as he said, “unmentionable. I didn’t think anybody wanted to hear about it.”
Well, everybody in the room did. He read from the book in a low and soft voice – a trademark technique that the rumours say he used in court to grab attention.
Although Stanley Kubrick bought the film rights for Wartime Lies and invested $11 million in pre-production, the film never got made. The director decided to let the media hype about Spielberg’s Schindler’s List calm down, and do Eyes Wide Shut first. He died soon after the movie was finished.
But another film based on a Begley novel was made: All About Schmidt, starring Jack Nicholson as Warren Schmidt who is forced to deal with an ambiguous future as he enters retirement. Soon after, his wife passes away and he has to come to terms with his daughter’s marriage to a man that he does not approve of, and the failure that his life has become.
Originally set in the Hamptons and Manhattan, the movie version was reset to the Southwest, angering many Begley fans that found that this completely changed Schmid’s character.
With all its commercial success, Begley sees the limitations. A movie can only resemble a novel, he said. But it can never be as good, simply because a film and a novel are two very different things. But Hollywood, he found fascinating.
“There is money flowing like a huge vast river, and you only have to stand by with a little cup.”
In the last two decades, Begley wrote several more critically acclaimed books, including the novels The Man Who Was Late and A Matter of Honor and The Tremendous World I Have Inside My Head: Franz Kafka: A Biographical Essay.
For years Begley and his wife, Anka Muhlstein, have made Venice their favourite European destination. At one point, his German publisher asked them whether they would write a book about the city.
At first they refused.
“We are not travel or restaurant writers. Also, I write in English and Anka in French, so we found the idea absurd.” But then he wrote a speech for a charity event to save Venice and Anka wrote an essay about its restaurants and their owners. The publisher was delighted and asked for one more short story in order to complete the job. Trusting the book would only come out in German, Begley wrote a story he described as “very pornographic.”
Soon after it came out in Germany, however, the book was also published in the UK and then in America. “And now I have to avoid all those women in the States”, he smiles.
Begley’s charm faded as he began talking about his latest book, The Dreyfus Case: Îles-du-Diable, Guantánamo, History’s Nightmare (to be published in German by Suhrkamp in May). Alfred Dreyfus was a French artillery officer of Jewish descent who was sentenced to life imprisonment for allegedly having been a spy for the German Army. The case against Dreyfus was so weak that French counter-intelligence manufactured evidence against him. In 1894, Dreyfus was sent to the penal colony at Devil’s Island in French Guiana and placed in solitary confinement.
“You put yourself at danger when you write a polemic book,” he says. But then he brightened: “But I never enjoyed writing a book this much!” When Yale University Press asked him to write something about “Why the Dreyfus case matters”, he was not interested at first. But as he researched the case, he realised that it was not only a fascinating detective story about how dishonourable behaviour was used to protect honour, but also a compelling parallel to what was going on in Guantánamo.
By the end of the discussion, the audience came full circle: how did he actually decide to write his first book at such an advanced stage of his life?
“I never had the nerve to say, ‘Now I am going to write a book,’” he said, “I just did it.” And how did he feel when it was finished?
“I was surprised.”
Of course he was – he had just embarked on a new life.

Batwoman, the First Gay Superhero

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

Yesterday, a friend informed me about the birth of a new superhero: Batwoman. And Batwoman is a sexy red-haired lesbian. My friend asked me what about the equality – there is no gay male superhero.
First, let me say how extremely shocked I was when I read that Batman was dead. I am a big fan of Batman and if I ever had a sexual fantasy, it was peeling off that black muscled uniform to find…. George Clooney back from saving the world. But lately I am boycotting anything “Made in Hollywood” so I didn’t even know that my superhero is dead. He’ll be back! I am sure.
Anyway, back to equality – Batwoman being gay is not a question of gender but a question of the size of the target market. Knowing how heterosexual men feel about a sexy red-haired woman having sex with another woman, we know Batwoman has a huge group on board. Hetero women finally have a female superhero, so they’re in as well, never mind that she is lesbian. Gay men love beautiful cartoonish women like Batwoman, so they’re also in. And finally gay women – but don’t need to comment on that.
On the other hand, if you had a gay male superhero…. Hetero men will definitely not read. Hetero women couldn’t care less. Gay women …. not that into men, even if they are gay. So you only have gay men as target market. And this one is three qarters smaller than Batwoman’s. You do the business case math.
For more information about Batwoman, go to
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/batwoman-the-redheaded-lesbian-is-unleashed-at-last-1606329.html
And I am off to find my Batman DVDs.
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“Unavailability” Scholarship For Young Female Scientists

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Ladies!
I just decided that once I got my Nobel, I am going to offer a (very generous) scholarship for young female biologists/neurologists/psychiatrists who are willing to make a research on a very important and crucial topic: What is it in men that makes them detect when you are unavailable? And: Why do they come in masses once you are unavailable?
(Please note that “unavailable” includes not only your relationship status, but also the mental state of “I really cannot bother getting involved with anyone right now”)
Imagine the power we had once we finally found that magic button. Because one thing is for sure – you can’t fake the “unavailability”. Just as they can detect the real thing, they can detect the faking. This male sixth sense is so strong that it sometimes scares the shit out of me. You know that “Where the hell did you come (back) from??? And why NOW????” feeling?
Yeap. So, get ready and start writing your exposés.
P.S. Gentlemen – was just wondering, is there a similar 6th sense feature in ladies?

Israeli Elections

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

Isn’t incredible that murdering thousands of people and ruining millions of lives became a totally legitimate election campaign?
And that is everywhere in the world…..

How about a reality show?

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

Watched CNN, Larry King today. You know about that mother of octuplets? She is a single mother, already has 6 children and now she had 8 more in one go. She has eight embryos left from her fertility treatment so she thought “Hey, won’t throw these embryos away, and if I keep them much longer in my fridge, they might get bad. So why not have them implanted and become a single mother of 8 (+6=14)?”. Which normal person in this world would do this? Are doctors really allowed to do shit like this? Destroy lives of 15 people (without counting in her parents, kids’ grandparents). And then on the other hand we have Berlusconi and Vatican discussing if that poor woman who spent 17 out of her 37 years in coma is allowed to die. So on one hand, we may play God by artificially creating and destroying lives and on the other, we may not play God by stopping suffering we are artificially keeping up. Makes no sense to me.
Any way. Average American parent spends $269,520 raising a child to 17, so the mother of the octuplets could be facing a total childcare bill of more than $2.1 million by 2026, that’s before adjustments for inflation. So it turned out that the mother of octuplets is planning to sell her story for millions. Most probably do a reality show.
Few minutes later, after five zillion ads (Larry King is the only show in the world which has an ad every 10 seconds), we had new guests on the show. The judge of Anna Nicole Smith trial. This guy became famous because he cried in the courtroom. So, we learn that the judge is now retired (basically it turns out that he cried because it was his last case before retirement and he freaked) and is now starting – a reality show! And then comes the surprise guest – Anna Nicole Smith’s lover boy with their daughter. And he tells us that he is planning….. yes, you guessed it right – a reality show!
Jeez, who the hell is watching all those reality shows? How about one joined reality show? Judge can cry while baby-sitting 15 kids plus Smith’s daughter, while Smith’s lover boy and octuplets’ mom make more kids? And everybody lives happy ever after – on Smith’s millions.
Maybe I should start writing a screenplay.

Am I a feminist?

Monday, February 9th, 2009

I am invited to a discussion by the magazine Die Furche about women’s identities in today’s society. The occasion is 70th birthday of Johanna Dohnel, Austria’s first minister for gender topics. They heard about “From Barbie” coming out in May and find it very interesting. I am discussing with one young Muslim woman and one leader of some feminist society. Well, well – once again I may represent the golden middle. I had a similar discussion a year ago on Okto TV where I faced a woman who explained that we all have a man inside of us. I don’t like this theory. “I am a 100% woman, I replied” and made her my enemy the very instance.
Knowing what I am to expect, I decided to clear my thoughts about the topic – and while doing this, to write down my own position on all of this. I wanted to do this few months ago, after I received an e-mail by a reader saying that “It looks like you defend feminist positions in your articles, but I wonder why you decided to be naked on your website (which is nice for my eyes but contrary to feminist position).”
Let me start with this – I am not a feminist. I (almost) live the life feminists fought for. Theoretical dealing with feminism never was my intention. I wrote a book based on my experiences with the intention of painting a portrait of my generation. I wanted to show that we are emancipated, ambitious, determined, independent and ready to use the freedom and the rights given to us by our mothers and grandmothers. But I also wanted to show that in the same time, those young powerful women are lost, are going through painful lessons, feel unprotected and insecure and are still unfairly treated.
And yes, we are still searching for the perfect man. Our Mr. Right. We need a man – so that we can be a woman, a wife, a mother. And he still has to be strong, to protect us, to believe in us, to inspire us (ugh and I must say this ……also to….fuck us.) We want men to be men. We don’t want to rob them of their manhood, just as we don’t want to give up our femininity. We want a partnership of two poles of same strength which accept and value their differences and jointly profit from those differences – so that they can raise a healthy family and become a healthy base for a healthy society. To reach harmony, ying and yang must be of same size. And they must stay positive vs. negative. Vive la difference! I have an urge to scream this over and over again.
I was first stamped as a feminist by Frédéric Beigbeder who in his review called my book “feminist”. I was so excited about receiving a review by a writer and a man who is so famous and whom I admire so much that this excitement shaded the fact that something important has happened – I got labelled. Then came the interviews and they kept on asking “Are you a feminist?” I hated this question. I hate labels and I hate categorisations and I never wanted to proclaim myself as this or that. I am a woman writing about what I see and what I experience. My writing is not a construction and there is no strategy behind it. I simply I write about topics that touch me and move me. This is why I write about the bad influence of media’s artificially über-sexual image of women. Now, I notice same process happening with men and I am planning to write about that – so does that make me a hominist? I write about the fact that in Austria, women still get paid 20% less than thier male colleagues for the same job and occupy only 6% of top managerial positions. But I also write about the danger of the virtual feeling of choice created by internet networks and about horrors of war and about the financial crisis. I write about aspects of our society which I believe systematically endanger us as humans in our basic rights to be happy and free. If you need a label, call me a “humanist”, for heaven’s sake!
And a “humanist” movement is what we do need right now (as the crisis is proving). We got very far with our rights and freedoms as women (yes, I am speaking for western societies). On paper, we are equal and, most importantly, we have the freedom to shape our life the way we want it. But not in real life. What is still hindering us from equality with men is the fact that our society is focusing on the profit and not towards on the human being. As long as our world continues turning around profit, women will not be equal. Because women – if they want to have a family – cannot sacrifice 90 % of their energy to their work. They have to be pregnant, take care of their babies and later raise their kids. To achieve equality, we have to make sure this unchangeable fact doesn’t hinder them, which means that men should also be allowed (or forced?) to spend 2/3 of their energy on their private lives. It is easy. It might sound silly, but if all offices closed at 17h, there would be no danger that your male colleague will steal your project while you’re picking your child up from kindergarten. And what about the possibility to do every job, on every level, as part time? I still don’t understand why am I not allowed to be a part-time marketing manager.
Women of my generation have proved that we are able to have it all – now we need the support of society and of men to make this a reality. For this, our focus has to turn away from the business and the profit and making money and turn towards the human – men and women and children – and our happiness and fulfilment.

DABA

Thursday, February 5th, 2009

Check them ladies out!
Dating a Banker Anonymous is a blog started by two friends whose relationships with their FBFs (Finance guy Boyfriend) went down with the Wall Street reports. So they started a blog: “Dating A Banker Anonymous (DABA) is a safe place where women can come together – free from the scrutiny of feminists– and share their tearful tales of how the mortgage meltdown has affected their relationships.”
So if you want to see how some people are REALLY suffering from the economic crisis, go visit them at:

http://dabagirls.wordpress.com/

The world is gone mad.

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Hehe, and the FBFs are (trying to ) fight back:

http://www.bankersball.com/2009/01/28/the-curiously-pathetic-life-of-bankers/

Consuming Love – Literally II

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

Sorry, I just can’t help it. Especially since Big Eye’s “if you can see love, there is love” which I did like. Well, there must be love if I cut paprika and this is what I see. Now that we almost have had a whole love salad on this blog, I promise to stop with heart-shaped food. Unless something really fantastic appears in my fridge. Like a heart-shaped cucumber.

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And here some highlights from my today’s channel skipping between NTV (German CNN), Euronews and CNN. Some of which have warmed up my lefty heart (as my editor at The Vienna Review would say):
Obama’s Stimulus Package: The House is set to vote tomorrow. The guy really wants to put $825 billion into government investments to provide jobs (and someone protested when I said that his inauguration speech sounded socialistic)
Review Globalisation I: USA, the big uncle of free trade, starts protectionism and asks Americans to “Buy American”
Review Globalisation II: British workers protest for British jobs
Review Globalisation III: Germany so spoiled by it’s immense exports that it is wondering “what now?” as exports are due to stall because of the crisis and new protectionist wave. Yeah, what now?
UK loses $5 billion due to two (2!) days of snow: Come on! What a sissy country is that?
First Iranian satellite in space: And now we should worry about an Iranian flying saucer? Well, someone still has to explain to me why one country is allowed to have weapons, especially if it is already guilty for millions of deaths, and the other one not.
Porn Airs During Super Bowl: Just as Cardinals’ superstar Larry Fitzgerald watched himself sprint into the end zone on the stadium’s Jumbotron during Sunday’s Super Bowl, 10 seconds of eye-popping pornographic imagery “flashed” across the screens of those watching at home.
And now, let me go back to the beginning: “if you see sex, there is sex”.
In this grey world I can only conclude – yeepii for porn!