Archive for August, 2003

Shuttles under new contract

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Emily Tobias
Bernell Dorrough

In order to make Washington University’s shuttle system more cost effective, the University has contracted Huntleigh Shuttle Port, an outside company, to run it. The company is continuing to use most of the same shuttles and drivers, but fifteen new shuttles have been ordered and should come into service mid-September.

This change primarily stemmed from a new management team in charge of the parking and transportation department which came to the University three years ago. Lisa Underwood, the manager of transportation and parking services, said that the goal of the team was to examine the university-run shuttle system.

“We spent probably about a year looking into the shuttle operations,” said Underwood.

Former nineteen-year employee of the University and Shuttle Port driver Jim Yanni commented on the transition.

“The Operation is mostly the same. The only real difference is that we lost some of the university benefits,” said Yanni.

The issue of benefits is a source of concern for many of the drivers. As a result of their new ShuttlePort employee status, the drivers’ health insurance will cost more, and they cannot use the tuition assistance program, in addition to the continuing education program-run through University College-which would have paid for up to six credit hours a year.

Yanni is trying to get a job with the University again so that he can use the tuition assistance program for his son, who is seven years away from his freshman year.

“The university gave us the best deal they could, they said, which was to extend the benefit for eight years for those of us who have already earned it,” said Yanni. “Unfortunately, since my son is seven years away from his first year, that only gets us through his first year.”

Underwood explained that the department conducted focus groups, consulting employees, students and individuals in the university community. These discussions led to line changes within the system. These line changes called for even more extensive routes, including more drivers and shuttles, making it necessary to look outwards in order for the shuttle system to be run smooth, and cost effectively.

“We were also looking at if it was best for the University to operate the shuttle system,” said Underwood.

It was determined that it would be more cost effective for the University to contract out. Proposals were sent out to major transportation companies soon thereafter, and in March of last year a decision was made.

“We sent out a request for proposals to eight different professional transportation companies,” said Underwood. “A transportation company that already has the infrastructure and is already providing transportation services would provide the service for us more cost-effectively than we could do it.”

Dave Herman, the general manager for Shuttle Port St. Louis, said that he is simply the person who hires the drivers, conducts the safety programs, services the shuttles and meets all of the University’s requests, because that is the nature of the contract.

Herman noted that in addition to serving the University, Shuttle Port also runs the shuttle service for St. Louis University and the University of Missouri, St. Louis.

“Shuttle Port is simply the outsource that provides the service,” said Herman.

Herman and Underwood said respectively that about 95% of the former shuttle drivers were subsequently hired by Shuttle Port.

Underwood noted that the only reason that number was not 100% was because a few drivers opted to find other employment within the University, and one of the drivers happened to retire around the time of the switch.

Additionally, when the two-year lease is up on the current shuttles, Shuttle Port will own the fifteen new shuttles that it has purchased, as opposed to the University having to lease them.

“Most of the time those buses are scheduled for three-year replacements,” aid Underwood. “They are not vehicles, like your car, that you can keep for ten years. We definitely will not have a situation where we are running the equipment into the ground.”

According to Underwood, the University signed a three-year contract with Shuttle Port that included a two-year extension option, but after the three years are up the school will have the opportunity to look to the market (for a better price) if they wish to do so.

Defending immigrants in America

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Ojiugo Uzoma

Maybe it’s because I’m foreign and, though I’ve lived in this country for the vast majority of my life, I still take pride in my heritage. Or maybe it’s because I’m an international studies major and I like learning about different countries and cultures. Whatever the reason, I consider myself very culturally aware. Sometimes I am na‹ve enough to believe that the people around me attending one of the top ten universities in the nation are as sensitive to other cultures as I am. Unfortunately that is not necessarily true.

I came to this rude awakening a couple of days ago while reading an article written by a conservative Washington University student. Although I am not conservative-in fact, I am rather left-leaning-I can respect the point of view of conservatives. Hence the reason I was reading the article in the first place. Now, I don’t have a problem with people speaking their minds or with people being ignorant. The problem lies when both are combined in an atrocious piece of “respectable” argument. Derogatory references to immigrants or anyone should not be acceptable. You would think that after years of controversy on this issue, it would be taken into consideration in campus discourse.

It seems that whenever something goes wrong in this country and a foreigner is involved, Americans tend to blame the incident on the person who has an accent or an unpronounceable name. I don’t know about you, but the vast majority of unpleasant incidents that have occurred in my life have involved people who spoke English as a first language and were born in this country. Many people seem to want to forget the fact that this nation was not founded by people native to this country. Yes, that’s right: George Washington, the University’s namesake, descended from immigrants.

Or maybe people haven’t forgotten. Has anyone else noticed that when people begin complaining about immigration and immigrants in general, the complaints focus around the same topic (lack of ability to speak the English language) and the same people (non-European immigrants)? The fact is that Americans expect the rest of the world to be able to speak English, while not making any effort to learn other languages themselves. I know many people at this school will take offense to what I’ve just said, but the truth is that very few Americans speak more than one language, compared to the amount of people who do in the rest of the world.

That brings me to my second point. I almost never hear people complaining about immigrants from Europe. The bulk of complaints are against what my Japanese friend would call “people of color” (meaning Asians, Africans, Latinos, etc.). I am not saying that people who complain about foreigners are racist, but I am suggesting that maybe it’s easier for them to accept immigrants who look like their societal representation of the norm.

Immigrants are an integral part of this society. Every day people who have found a home in America are helping this nation become greater, whether in the technological arena or in wishing you a pleasant shopping experience at Wal-Mart. Immigrants enrich American society and the University by giving back to these communities in numerous and varied ways. In addition, American and campus culture (yes, such things do exist) are made all the more colorful and unique by all the different cultural influences found in this nation. It’s about time people started being a little more appreciative of immigrants.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not writing this article to get a rise out of people. That is the last thing I want. The ultimate goal of this article is to get people to think. Maybe next time you or someone you know complains about a foreigner that has chosen to make this country their home, you will think back to what you have read here.

Don’t promote bigotry: deny Pipe’s appointment

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Mayya Kawar

So far in his tenure in office, President Bush has waged war on two countries, created a record budget deficit, and scaled back the civil liberties of the American people to an unprecedented level. But instead of writing a diatribe on the Bush administration, I want to focus on his latest disgraceful act. This came on Monday, when President Bush sidestepped the democratic process and appointed Daniel Pipes to the U.S. Institute for Peace. Pipes’ nomination to the post was supposed to have been voted on by a Senate confirmation committee, but instead President Bush used his executive power to appoint Pipes while the Senate was in recess, thus avoiding a Senate vote.

So who is Daniel Pipes? A so-called Middle East scholar, Daniel Pipes promotes racism and bigotry against Arabs and Muslims, and applauds war and violence in the Middle East. This is the man Bush deemed worthy of appointment to the government’s leading peace think-tank.

Dubbed by the Council on American-Islamic Relations as “the nation’s leading Islamaphobe,” Pipes is an enemy of freedom and tolerance. In the past, he has made extremist statements such as, “The presence and increased stature, and affluence, and the enfranchisement of American Muslims…will present true dangers to American Jews” (from an address to the American Jewish Committee, October 21, 2001). Pipes also claims that 10 to 15 percent of Muslims are militant, and that all Muslims are suspects. He advocates close monitoring of all Muslim police officers and government officials as potential terrorists.

In addition to his attack on Muslims, Pipes has waged a one-man war against the Palestinian people, urging Israel to forego diplomacy and use extreme force to break the Palestinians once and for all. He writes, “Israel needs to take more active steps…Bury the suicide bombers in potters’ fields rather than deliver their bodies to relatives…Permit no transportation of people or goods beyond basic necessities…Shut off utilities to the Palestinian Authority” (National Post, July 18, 2001). His statements encouraging inhumane treatment of the Palestinians convey his racist and backward views. He says, “Palestinians need almost as much to be defeated by Israel as Israel needs to defeat them” (Jerusalem Post, April 25, 2001). He opposes any negotiations or peace talks, unlike President Bush, who pledged support for a “road map” to peace.

Lastly, Pipes’ racism hits close to home with his current attack on academic freedom in universities around the nation. About a year ago, Pipes founded a project called Campus Watch, which monitors Middle Eastern Studies departments and professors for what it deems anti-Israel sentiments with accompanying paranoia and political persecution that smacks of McCarthyism. Campus Watch compiles lists of professors who, according to its original mission statement, “fan the flames of disinformation, incitement and ignorance.”

Pipes is a man who advocates racism and discrimination against Arabs and Muslims, a man who opposes peace and justice between Palestinians and Israelis. Instead of being honored with a presidential appointment, this man should be publicly denounced by Americans who value freedom (specifically academic freedom) and democracy (an integral part of which is respect for diversity). Since this presidential administration has proven unwilling to take a principled stand for tolerance and respect, it is up to academic institutions like Washington University to make it clear that they stand up for these values.

A whole new world for me

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Erin Harkless

In many ways, I am excited to be back on the Washington University campus. While seeing my friends and enjoying the fine cuisine of Bear’s Den (particularly the chicken quesadillas) are two of the many reasons I was eagerly awaiting my arrival in St. Louis, the main one is to return to the simple pleasure of college life joys I have come to recognize and cherish after spending a summer working harder and learning more than I ever have before.

Now, my experience as an intern on Wall Street might be atypical of most summer jobs. While I did become proficient at answering three different phone lines at once, making runs down the street for bagel sandwiches, and printing endless copies of reports, I was also given actual projects to work on that were being used by my managers with their clients on a day-to-day basis. Furthermore, I was thrust into the trading floor at one of the top firms-a place comparable to the monkey house at the zoo, minus the bars.

There I saw grown men throw Nerf footballs around like they were back on the elementary school playground while yelling all kinds of obscenities into the phone and at each other. The energy was intoxicating, and I think I’ve found my calling in life, but I did not think the hours would be quite so long or that people actually worked quite so hard at their jobs.

Most days my alarm was buzzing at 5:45 a.m., and after braving the crowded subway and walking past vendors hawking t-shirts and other bric-a-brac tourists in New York seem to crave, I was sitting at my desk drinking the first of many cups of coffee at 7:00 a.m. No day at my job was ever the same, and each offered me the opportunity to listen, learn, meet some incredibly smart and witty people and do all sorts of interesting things with Microsoft Excel.

Lunch was a quick sprint up to the cafeteria (which I never actually had the opportunity to eat in) and back down to the floor, where I gobbled my food at my desk. Up until the stock market closed, everything moved at a breakneck pace, and even after the bell sounded at 4:00 p.m., things were still busy. Finally, I headed out the door at 7:00 p.m. at the latest, and after stopping for dinner, picking up dry cleaning, and other such errands, I collapsed at home-tired, hot and counting down the hours until I would do it all again.

Basically, work is work-there’s really no play involved while you’re at the office. On the other hand, college is a giant playground of opinions and experiences. At Washington University, I definitely have my fair share of work, projects, and 15-page papers to write, but there’s always a social element to many events. Whether in a study group or an extracurricular activity, there are always people actively engaged in the exchange of ideas. Sometimes a job can lack this form of academic debate and energy, proving that the divide between college and a career is often greater than one would imagine.

For the most part, you move at your own pace in college. No one makes you go to class or study. I suppose you could adopt the same attitude towards a job, but most likely you would quickly become friends with the people at the unemployment office instead of being put on the fast track in your chosen career. If you fail a test, for the most part you are the only one who suffers. If you make a mistake on the job, millions of dollars could be lost and other people could be adversely affected by your decisions.

In essence, college can give you the tools needed to think critically in a fast moving world, but it does not exactly prepare you for a work environment. This past summer proved to be a great learning experience because I’ve realized that in a “real” job, there’s no sleeping until the late afternoon or extended lunch breaks; no deep conversations about war, politics, or religion over coffee; and no watching endless hours of “Blind Date,” ” Elimidate,” or “Dismissed” on cable.

While at the University, I have done and will continue to do many of these things; only now I will appreciate them more and realize that they will not continue indefinitely. Because next time I try this work thing, it won’t just be about the summer-a full time offer will be in order.

Computer security: you are responsible

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Roman Goldstein

I am hopping mad at the network outages this past week. It’s not that I was heavily inconvenienced-it was difficult communicating with my family, getting my work done, staying on top of all my commitments, and fixing my mysteriously not-working computer-it was that the whole outage was entirely preventable.

ResTech wouldn’t comment on the cause of the outage, but my RA posted signs throughout my building saying that the culprit was the abundance of WU computers infected with a worm or virus. A worm is basically a virus that spreads without user action. Viruses piggyback on an existing program and only function when that program is executed; worms have no such need, according to Microsoft’s security glossary (www.microsoft.com/security/glossary).

To even register for network access, ResTech checked for vulnerability to the Blaster worm. If you were vulnerable, or even if you had to patch your computer. This was a laudable step on ResTech’s part. The threat that led to ResTech’s shut down students’ network connections was the Welchia worm. As of this writing, it is the number-two virus threat, according to Symantec’s Security Response (securityresponse.symantec.com). Interestingly, there is no warning about Welchia on ResTech’s home page.

Welchia was discovered on August 18. It spreads by exploiting two security holes in newer Windows operating systems. The worm does have a beneficial side. It attempts to fix one of the holes, also utilized by the Blaster worm, by downloading the appropriate patch from Windows Update. It also attempts to remove Blaster from the computer if present. These facts suggest an anti-Blaster mission. However, it also floods other computers with ping requests (essentially, a computer asking another “Are you there?”), possibly overloading the network.

This is a serious security threat, but the world has seen similar pests before. What blew this worm into a monstrous problem at Washington University was ignorance and irresponsibility. Virus definition files from Symantec, released the same day the worm was identified, could have protected every computer from Welchia. You didn’t even need to download the new definitions file yourself; Norton Anti-Virus has a feature that allows it to automatically update itself. It was students’ complete lack of concern for computer security that caused this worm to spread here.

A similar scenario happened with Blaster. The vulnerability that enabled this worm was fixed almost a month before the worm was born. Had people spent five minutes a week updating their software (in this case, Windows), Blaster would have been a non-issue. Or, for the truly lazy or forgetful, you can have Windows automatically update itself, so you never have to worry about missing a critical patch.

I can see no reason why users shouldn’t take responsibility for securing their computers. First, ignorance is no excuse; these threats are well-publicized in the media, particularly on the Internet. Also, ResTech itself is informative and helpful. They offer Norton Anti-virus as a free download from their website and encourage students to use and update it. Finally, it does not take great effort or time to protect oneself. It can even be done for you!

There is an even better, more foolproof way to immunize yourself from these viruses: don’t use a Windows PC. The vast majority of security exploits and viruses only affect Windows machines. Microsoft has been notorious for releasing buggy and unsafe code in the past. It is usually playing catch-up to keep Windows safe as new threats are identified.

With this in mind, why did the University invest in Windows PC’s? Macintoshes are unaffected by virtually every major security threat. Additionally, Macs are much easier to use and more reliable, key features for the majority of users who (as recently demonstrated) don’t want to be bothered by computer maintenance and just want the computer to work. Given a predominantly Macintosh community, and the University’s support of Macintosh, students would be motivated to buy Macs for themselves. Not only would this have immunized the University network from the recent threats, it would also have lightened Residential Computing Coordinators’ workloads during move-in as students’ machines would need less troubleshooting. Lower maintenance costs would also be realized on University-owned computers.

Given today’s climate of new security threats being reported daily, we all need to be extra-cautious with our computers to ensure that we are not seriously inconvenienced by worms, viruses, etc. Set your security and anti-virus programs in Windows to automatically update or take responsibility for frequent manual updates. Or solve the core problem and stop using Windows altogether.

Too bad if you live in a forced triple

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Staff Editorial

On the timeline of an average freshman year, move-in day stands out as one of the most frenzied and stressful events. It’s hot, chaotic, and there is never enough space or time for everything that must be bought, built or hung. It is easy, then, to imagine how much harder the day becomes when three people are expected to fit into a room designed for two.

Unfortunately, this was the experience for a number of freshmen this past week. An unusual number of incoming students were placed in dorm rooms that many refer to as “forced triples”-three people living in a room intended to be used as a double. Lien, Danforth and University House are all rooming three freshmen in rooms that would otherwise be considered doubles.

While no one’s freshman year will be less of an experience simply for having had an extra roommate, it is certainly inconvenient that overcrowding is now a serious issue on the South 40. When prospective freshmen visit Washington University, they are told that every room comes equipped with a bed, desk, dresser, closet, bookshelf and Ethernet access for each occupant. For those now crammed into forced triples, such promises have not entirely been kept.

Currently, forced triples have two Ethernet connections, so students are forced to alternate Internet access between individual computers. Residential Technology Services-which was unaware until recently that triple rooms would exist in buildings where they previously had not-estimates that they will have “split” connections by the end of the week, adding the third Ethernet connection to forced triple rooms. This means that occupants of doubles-turned-triples will endure their first week of classes without consistent Internet access.

In addition, double rooms were built with only two closets, so stand-alone closets were brought in. Add an extra piece of furniture into a double room that already contains three beds, desks, dressers and bookshelves, and the result is an incredibly cramped living environment.

In its ongoing efforts to climb the college rankings and attract the best and the brightest, the University must not forget about the needs of those who actually attend school here. For students who can’t check their e-mail or hang all their clothes, a top ten ranking is meaningless. Every freshman who turned in his or her housing on time-that includes the vast majority-is owed what was promised.

Quiet Fireworks

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Jess Minnen
PERNICEBROTHERS.COM

The Pernice Brothers are a rare breed, the kind of band you trip over, and as you are getting up and brushing yourself off, they somehow manage to make you fall in love. Their music is easygoing, easy to enjoy without pandering, what pop music should be instead of what pop music so often is.

Their sound is vaguely reminiscent of The Cure and not-so-vaguely reminiscent of The Smiths, yet manages to sound unique and entirely their own. At the helm is Joe Pernice, who ranks among the Chris Martins and Damon Goughs of modern pop songwriting, mixing, as the best of them do, lyrics that border on the tragic with bright, comforting melodies. If that is not reason enough to appreciate their eight albums, including their latest release “Yours, Mine & Ours,” consider the fact that their harmonies are spun sugar, making otherwise coherent music critics pen insipid similes likening soaring voices to arching rainbows.

It’s hard to get New Englanders like the Pernice Brothers this far away from their daily lives and regular audiences in Massachusetts, or Nova Scotia, or any of the other snowy places from which one of the six members of the band hails. Now that we’ve got them, it’s hard not to feel an almost overwhelming compulsion to support them, if for no other reason than to prove that hokey Midwesterners really do appreciate good music that doesn’t involve a fiddle or a washboard. The hard wood and brick of Off Broadway will be a perfect host to the Pernice Brothers’ elemental sounds and dark lyrics. They are a band that is part of a growing effort to make pop music sound good again. Anyone who appreciates the calm of Yo La Tengo or the aching of the Jayhawks should give the Pernice Brothers a try.

The Pernice Brothers play Off Broadway tonight, August 29th, with opening acts Peter Bruntnell and Larissa Dalle. Tickets are $8 in advance, $10 at the door. Shows begin between 9 p.m. and 10 p.m.

Album Reviews

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Hugo Marcos and Christine Whitney
Bernell Dorrough

Guided by voices
Earthquake Glue
Matador Records

For fans of: Pavement, Cheap Trick, Who’s Next-era Who

By Matt Simonton

For those who were weaned on the sloppier side of Guided by Voices, the sort of “cheap beer + cheap equipment + Cheap Trick” side that directed efforts like “Bee Thousand” and “Under the Bushes, Under the Stars,” the band’s newest release, “Earthquake Glue,” will initially be a disappointment. Although lead singer Robert Pollard is still brimming with catchy hooks and bizarre lyrics, he continues

to employ the refined production that characterized the group’s more recent albums. If fans can view Guided by Voices as an evolving unit, however, and not just a static idea, “Earthquake Glue” will, after repeated listens, reveal itself to be a worthy addition to the band’s catalogue. Even the uninitiated can enjoy this excellent indie rock album.

The most immediately noticeable thing about the record is its short (for Guided by Voices) track list. Like 2001’s “Isolation Drills,” “Earthquake Glue” sees GBV shaving the song cycle down to a “mere” fifteen tunes. The ninety-second snippets that populated earlier albums have been done away with in favor of developed, verse-chorus-verse style-songs. And, surprisingly, Pollard and the boys are able to keep things interesting for more than two minutes. “Beat Your Wings” is an instantly memorable, anthemic rocker with rollicking dual guitar solos. The high-speed, punkish rant “Useless Inventions” sees Pollard attacking technology and consumerism. “Mix Up The Satellite” is the kind of multi-part, shimmery guitar pop one would expect to find on a Built to Spill record.

Pollard’s lyrics and British-sounding voice also remain strong throughout the album. His words are resoundingly positive and self-confident, with numerous references to soldiers that seem self-reflective rather than political. The album begins with the exultant “My Kind of Soldier,” who is invited to “ride on my shoulders when you’ve won.” “We all will be warriors … Rah!” Pollard belts out on “My Son, My Secretary, And My Country,” as if a greater destiny lies in store for all of us. Of course, he still has his lyrical pen dipped rather deeply into the weirdo ink, singing “With your mission wilting and your kids sulking / Happy birthday, Mr. Sink” on the same track.

Despite the band’s enthusiastic playing and Pollard’s inspired vocals, “Earthquake Glue” falters in a few places. The main problem is repetition. Tracks one and three sound extremely similar, as do “She Goes Out At Night” and “Apology In Advance.” It’s also inevitable that when you’ve written roughly 500 songs, some are going to sound the same. Perhaps Pollard didn’t realize that “The Main Street Wizards” sounds almost exactly like “Tractor Rape Chain” from “Bee Thousand,” or perhaps he’s running out of ideas. Other songs simply do not deserve time on an otherwise strong album: “Dirty Water,” a boring blues number, and the jittery “Dead Cloud” could have been left on the cutting room floor.

“Earthquake Glue” slowly grows on you, revealing pleasing nuances to the listener after repeated spins in the stereo. Guided by Voices is no longer for the impatient, ADD-addled listener who doesn’t mind jumping from melody to melody with no transition. Their new material is expertly planned and fully realized. It is the sound of Pollard finally maturing as he approaches 50, and having the time and money to accomplish the goal he has strived for all along: to be a legitimate rock star. “Earthquake Glue” isn’t made for a basement full of drinking buddies; it’s designed for Budokan. Let’s hope the voices continue to guide him in that direction. Grade: A- Bottom line: (Really) old indie rockers take the time to develop songs, with great results.

Rancid
Indestructible
Hellcat/Warner Brothers Records

For fans of: The Clash, Operation Ivy, The Specials

By Travis Petersen

Rancid’s first album in three years is also its first on a major label. After 2000’s self-titled album, a blitzkrieg assault filled with one-minute blasts of distilled hardcore fury, their latest, “Indestructible,” is a return to the melody and experimentation that put the band one step above the average punk rock fold with their most revered album, “. . . And Out Come the Wolves.”

The album begins with the title track, a quick burst of energy in which hardcore guitars are mixed with the wistful vocals of guitarist/bandleader Tim Armstrong. It does not take long for the man to name check his hero, the recently deceased leader of The Clash: “I’ll keep listening to the great Joe Strummer/’Cause through music we can live forever.”

After the fury of the first song, “Fall Back Down” adds keyboards and softer verses

to counteract the punk rock fury of its anthemic choruses. “Red Hot Moon” begins with a surf-rock guitar line before fluidly transforming into a reggae bluebeat. Rob Astin of Tim Armstrong’s side project, the Transplants, raps over the bridge of the song, adding yet another element to the musical stew.

Unfailingly dedicated to keeping the memory of The Clash alive, the rest of the album is filled with the musical genre jumping that that classic band made famous on their “London Calling” and “Sandinista” albums. “Django,” with lyrics based on a violent ’60s movie, is filled with Ennio Morricone-influenced spaghetti western guitars. “Travis Bickle” and “Stand Your Ground” build on the experimental percussion and programming Armstrong most recently explored with the Transplants.

What separates Rancid from the rest of the contemporary punk rock pack are Tim Armstrong’s emotionally stirring vocals and lyrics. On the organ-driven “Arrested in Shanghai,” he details the time he spent imprisoned in China for protesting human rights violations. The naked honesty of his off-key, slurred croon over the melancholy organ and electric piano of guest musician Vic Ruggiero, resembles nothing less than Bob Dylan on “Like a Rolling Stone.” At least two songs directly address the breakup with his wife, Brody Armstrong of fellow punk rockers the Distillers, who left him for Josh Homme of the Queens of the Stone Age. On those tracks, “Ghost Band” and “Tropical London,” the anger and hurt in his voice carries the songs across the line from good to great.

The album’s one weakness comes from its sheer length. It would have been better five songs and twenty minutes shorter. The songs sung by Armstrong’s counterpart, Lars Fredriksen, are generally weaker, and his voice is far less distinctive in sound. Despite these complaints, this is still an excellent major label debut and fits alongside the rest of Rancid’s consistently satisfying canon. Grade: B+ Final Word: A cut above the punk rock fold.

A sordid cycle

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Hugo Marcos and Christine Whitney
CREMASTER.NET

He sired Bjork’s child and in an installation of his recently spanned the entire Guggenheim. Needless to say, Matthew Barney’s name is on the lips of the art world. This summer, his series of five films, the “Cremaster Cycle,” has appeared like a rash across theatres nationwide. As controversial as he is popular, Barney and his films may or may not be “full of it.” What follows is one man’s commentary on the art world’s summer blockbuster.

This is what happens in “Cremaster 4,” just one in a series of five films comprising the illustrious “Cycle.” Brace yourselves.

We open on a building at the end of a pier on an island (the Isle of Man) and see a guy who’s not a guy-Matthew Barney in real life-combing his orange hair. And he’s got horns. Although we don’t know it, he’s the Laughton Candidate, a goat-man, and he tap dances. He’s not very good at it. From time to time, three Michelangelo-esque fairies surround him and drop glassy balls into his pockets (this takes a while). He tap dances some more. He tap dances through the floor and falls into the sea! He sinks! But wait, now he’s burrowed through the floor of the ocean and into a cave of Vaseline! He twists! He turns! He emerges through a hole in the earth and Wham! He’s back on the Isle of Man.

The film proceeds to some genus of drag race, culminating in a picnic with the Laughton Ram.

Thus unfolds one of Barney’s sensational films. In another film, Richard Serra, another artist, flings goo at a wall. And in yet another, scantily clad women parade around with testicular Goodyear Blimps.

Admittedly, Barney has something to offer the art scene in terms of his arsenal of media, chiefly Vaseline and other gooey stuffs, as well as his willingness to include rigorous physical routines in his art. The Cremaster films, though, fail at every turn when it comes to relating to their audiences on any level (as was demonstrated in a wicked New Yorker cartoon.) The “Hipster Handbook” will have something to say about that, no doubt. But, from a purely narrative viewpoint, the plots are pointless. Matt Barney isn’t exactly pulling any heartstrings when he gets himself stuck in that Vaseline cave. He put the Vaseline there anyway. He’s the artist. He makes absolutely no attempt to flesh out characters, leaving viewers with ends as loose as their morals.

Even when one gets into the rhetoric and logic behind the films’ plots, though, that same eerie and confounding pointlessness holds court. For instance, according to the Guggenheim’s guide to Barney’s 2003 exhibition, “the cycle repeatedly returns to those moments during early sexual development in which the outcome of the process is still unknown-in Barney’s metaphoric universe, these moments represent a condition of pure potentiality.” Fine in writing, but in the film such intentions remain unclear.

In short, though passable in their multimedia form in the Guggenheim exhibition, Barney’s films on their own are what some viewers/artists call “excruciating” to behold. Words used to describe them include “pretentious” and “lofty shit.” You can see for yourself, but Cadenza warns against it.

Pretty decent thing

Friday, August 29th, 2003 | Matt Simonton
IMDB.COM

Dirty Pretty Things
Directed by: Stephen Frears
Starring: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Audrey Tautou
Now showing at: Landmark Tivoli Theater

Constantly hovering on the verge of greatness, the British “Dirty Pretty Things” ultimately fails to transcend its urban thriller roots. Beginning as both a serious ethical examination and an in-depth look at illegal immigrant life, it ends as a crowd pleaser with all the loose ends tied up. Fortunately, the acting is strong enough and the storyline intriguing enough to make it better than almost anything else at the box office right now.

Okwe (Ejiofor) is a Nigerian living illegally in London, trying to eke out a living driving cabs and working as a bellhop in the swanky Baltic Hotel. It seems that he’s hiding some dark secret from his past, one tied to his former occupation as a doctor. Despite this skeleton in his closet, he manages to get through the days by visiting his friend Guo (Benedict Wong) at the crematorium and getting to know his fellow hotel worker and roommate Senay (Tautou, of “Amelie” fame).

One day, however, Okwe makes a startling discovery. While investigating a clogged toilet in one of the hotel rooms, he literally stumbles upon the heart of the matter: a human heart is stuck in the pipes. Like Kyle McLachlan happening upon a severed ear in David Lynch’s “Blue Velvet,” Okwe is plunged into a sinister world beneath the surface he never knew existed. As the pieces of that puzzle begin to come together, though, he also has to deal with the trouble he has caused Senay, who is being investigated by immigration officers. The two look for a way to escape their wretched existence, but the sleazy hotel manager, Se¤ior Juan (Sergi Lopez), threatens to blackmail them into playing a role in his underhanded schemes.

The story remains strong throughout the film, and the tension is constant. Okwe must handle all the obstacles in his path without sleep, relying upon store-bought herbs to keep him awake throughout the day, as the viewer feels his tired desperation. London is filmed in an extremely unfavorable light as well, all neon, gray and cold morning haze, so one becomes just as weary of it as the main characters are. Even more important, the film is a compelling look at a portion of society that we often take for granted; the people who clean our beds, wash our floors, and dispose of our dirty laundry. The multicultural melting pot of the working class is also emphasized whenever possible, and a truly English Anglo-Saxon person cannot be found. The mixed population of Spaniards, Turks, Russians and Chinese, all working unseen jobs in London’s seedy underbelly, is fascinating to examine. When the film reminds us that it is, at heart, a suspenseful thriller, it risks trying to do too much at once. Luckily, director Stephen Frears (“The Grifters,” “High Fidelity”) is able to integrate both important aspects of the story seamlessly.

The actors do a wonderful job bringing their characters to life. Tautou, quite possibly the world’s cutest, most innocent actress, has an amazing English-speaking debut, especially considering the way that she pulls off a perfect Turkish accent in the process. She portrays Senay as idealistic, naive and hopelessly in love with Okwe, but also comes across as self-confident and steadfast in her Islamic beliefs, particularly her vow of chastity. If anything, Tautou is almost too adorable, so her more serious lines seem out of place.

Ejiofor is equally strong as Okwe, but the problem lies within the character itself, not the actor’s portrayal. Okwe is too perfect, knowing the virtuous thing to do in every situation. At first, one feels that he is also flawed but living in penance for his secret crime. But when the truth is finally revealed, he only comes out seeming more flawless. The entire film, in fact, devolves into stereotypes, including a lecherous sweatshop owner (who looks like Jabba the Hutt incarnate) and a hooker with a heart of gold. When Se¤ior Juan becomes the type of antagonist fit for a comic book rather than a complex work of art, it’s hard not to dismiss the film as melodramatic.

Also frustrating is the movie’s lack of symbols or recurring motifs, which could have given it a certain depth and complexity. Okwe’s lack of sleep is never fully explored, nor is Senay’s faith given much screen time, despite its obvious importance to her. Probably most maddening, though, is an unnamed book that Guo loans to Okwe. The fact that it remains anonymous hints at inadequacy on Frears’ part to develop some interesting and meaningful themes.

“Dirty Pretty Things” can stand on its own as an entertaining and well-made film. Unfortunately, it lacks the profundity to make it a truly thought-provoking movie. It’s the kind of depth that separates “Chinatown” from “Mulholland Falls,” “Saving Private Ryan” from “Pearl Harbor.” It’s a good movie, but it could have been so much more. Grade: B