Baracking all the Single Ladies

January 28, 2009

I like Obama and I like Beyonce. Ergo, I like this.

It’s also the best impression of BHO’s voice I’ve heard. The actor perfectly captured his harsh American R’s, got the right mix of nasal and throaty, and totally nailed the quick, floaty way Obama ends key words (“President”, “ability”, etc). It’s a pretty sharp performance, voice-wise, says I.

Plus, badass man-pony dancing. Can’t go wrong.


Heck, while we’re at it, here’s the original video, which is weirdly compelling, considering how repetitive it is.

Update: A YouTube user named Cubby has created his own take on Miss Bee. You might think I’m posting this because I’m making fun of him, but actually I’m jealous- he’s a much better dancer than I am and I’m really not being modest when I say that.

Obamas’ first dance: At Last, sung by Sasha Fierce

January 21, 2009

This vid combines several things I like: Barack and Michelle Obama, romance, Beyonce, and total mushy swoony sentiment.

Thanks to Hillery for the tip.

Barack, Rickrolled

January 21, 2009

Rickrolling. That link will not actually Rickroll you, which is reeeally meta.

Indonesian Obama lookalike

January 20, 2009

Indonesian photographer Ilham Anas bears a startling resemblance to a somewhat bony Barack Obama. He recently booked a very dignified Filipino commercial.



January 20, 2009


Tomorrow my friend is having an inauguration lunch and we’re gonna have cornbread and chili and oreos and we’re gonna freak out, hurray!

Can and Did

January 12, 2009

obama-campaign-poster-logo-designsNice set of images showing different logos & art from the Obama campaign.

These will be on display in NYC opening on Inauguration & running for a month. I think I’ma try to see these next time I’m in Manhatter.


Michelle Obama dresses good, and more fashion stuff

November 18, 2008

I’m not gonna lie to you, I’ve been keeping an eye on Michelle Obama’s clothes. I think she’s a sharp dresser and I like her style. Not that I like every single outfit she’s ever worn, of course- but she’s hit it outta the park often enough (that turquoise dress & brooch she wore to the DNC, oooh, aaaah!) — that I’m definitely gonna take notes from here on in.

click to enlarge.

click to enlarge.

Photo source.

Some of the rules in MO’s style bible seem to mirror my clothing preferences, too: bright colours, sharp, straight silhouettes (very rarely will you see her wear anything poofy or drapey), big jewellery (she’s into brooches and pearls, whereas I’m more about the giant earrings, but you take my point), avoidance of long sleeves, and always with the tight-waisted dresses, often with big belts. Anyway, I’ve been periodically Google-image stalking searching her fashion choices, and finally I’ve found a Michelle Obama fashion blog that will do the legwork for me.
Via Metafilter.

While we’re at it, the internet is, as you’d imagine, a rich minefield of fashion sites, and here are a few of my favourites.

I also like to look at photos of clothing at gofugyourself, and there are some great formal-wear ideas to be found in Jezebel’s Good/Bad/Ugly posts. Most of all, I like the Wardrobe Remix flickr pool (I like to let it build up in my RSS reader then scroll through the pics really fast while I’m on the phone).

Two standout wardrobe remixers I’ve found are galadarling, who’s like a tiny pink punk alien Madonna here to kick you with her giant boots, and Johanni, who looks like the 1955 Lolita lovechild of Marilyn Monroe and Bjork. Those two have almost cartoony levels of awesome going on. But really, there are a ton of sharp, inventive dressers on wardrobe remix, and it’s awesome seeing people with regularly/irregularly proportioned bodies wearing interesting outfits. Also, Wardrobe Remix is probably to thank/blame for my dresses-over-pants awesomeness/problem.

I also enjoy FashionUnder$100- which, as the name suggests, shows you how to copy celeb outfits for under $100 per outfit- including shoes (whaaaat?), and I like to look at the modelly-types in their impractical shoes on Sartorialist and Garance Doré (GD has an English version too, but there’s something more romantic about reading it en francais, je pense. Kind of like having black coffee and cynicism for breakfast, you know?)

Sartorialist and Garance Doré are kind of annoying in how skinny all their subjects are, so I also love the Fatshionista flickriver for a little shape-diversity. Who says you gotta weigh 112 pounds to look nice? If that was true, I’d have stopped looking nice around seventh grade. And listen, in seventh grade I hadn’t yet figured out how to pluck my eyebrows, so trust me, it’s much better this way.

Artist's interpretation of me in seventh grade, pre-tweeze.

Artist's interpretation of me in seventh grade, pre-tweeze.

Rahm Emanuel, as roasted by Obama

November 13, 2008

This is a good way to get to know the new chief-of-staff: dig up old video of the President-elect making a roomful of people laugh at him. Good fun. Apparently Rahm is short, Jewish, and swears a lot. Frankly, that’s a pretty awesome start in my books. ~8 minutes.

Source: Greg’s mom hits it home again. Totally down with the inter-generational pageslaps, especially when they’re not about the weird bacteria you might eat in deli meats, which is most of what my mom pageslaps at me. Listeria. I’m just saying.

Rwandans are pretty pumped about Obama, too.

November 11, 2008

I’m pretty impressed by the chanting in the last few seconds- whereas North American crowds tend to chant relentlessly, these guys are nicely synced up with good long pauses for effect, and I don’t hear that one guy in every crowd who can’t keep the beat.

Thanks to Kelly for the tip. (Also, Kells, quit it with the Canadian essay fraud, hey? We’re on to you.)

Matt was there.

November 8, 2008

My friend Matt MacFadzean, who lives in Toronto, took a roadtrip to Chicago for the big day, and was in Grant Park when the election results came in on Tuesday night.

On Facebook, he posted a video of the bedlam in that park the minute after the announcement. It looks like he just opened his celphone, hit record, raised the phone up over his head, then forgot about it while he danced on the spot for a little over a minute. The video doesn’t show anything, really- the park is dark. You can see some lights and a big screen off in the distance, but the image basically just streaks around randomly as the phone jitters.


What the clip lacks in visual information, though, it makes up for a hundredfold in sound. It’s so loud I flinched, then I laughed out loud alone in my apartment and kept laughing for a whole minute. You can’t actually see a single person in that crowd, but the sound of all that joy is unbelievable. The sound of that crowd is a blazing, loopy, gorgeous tantrum of cheering and yelling and crying and screaming and laughing and jostling and happy. There’s no fade-in, and there’s no fade-out, so it sounds like it goes on forever. I watched it three times.


Here’s Matt’s Facebook note on the experience:

Election Day Part II
Wednesday November 5, 2008, 2:21am

i was there.

it will take me several days to figure out everything i just went through in being part of that but it was a lot. i was lucky enough to share it with my dear friend Charlotte who i just happened to run into. in a crowd of tens of thousands. imagine.

and it unfolded. and the excitement grew. collectively it started to dawn. but no one “went there” yet. we waited. we sat. we stood. we held our breath. we were patient. and then it happened.

and it took the crowd, at least around us, a good ten or fifteen minutes to figure it out. everyone had their jaws dropped. we’d all wanted it so badly. but it actually happened. the good guys won. ideals had triumphed over cynicism. this was new. everyone was aghast. really ? the black guy won ? really ? all i could say was “unbelievable” because i could not yet believe it.

and then…

people danced. people sang. people called out.

but mostly, people cried. all around us people cried.

we had spent the rally behind a group of middle-aged black women. they all cried. because they felt so hard the significance of this victory. beside us a group of young black girls, too young to realize the magnitude of what their middle-aged sisters were crying about, also cried. because of what they would never have to go through. they phoned their grandmothers.

everyone hugged. strangers hugged. it happened. it actually happened.

for me, personally, the idea of this event was something i have longed for always. it’s as pure as kermit dreaming of a better world and a rainbow, but mixed with the struggle for right and the steadfast belief paid for by the blood of thousands. it hearkens to the best part of everything inside all of us, and that makes me sing. with the election of this man, i am again allowed to be outwardly optimistic about the universe. i can believe without shame. i soaked up as much as i could and did my best to pay attention. and one young girl said to her friends with her eyes bugging out (i am not making this up):

“i have no health care. i’m failing school. but i have a black president.”

well there it is. for a large part of the crowd, and for that matter of the world, for africa, for anyone of colour anywhere, this is immense and beyond anything i could ever understand. but there in the crowd, it was a feeling i was welcomed into, it was not exclusive. we were all together. in a new world. smiles. holding hands.

the sense in the crowd was of complete acceptance. there was no fighting. no one booed mccain’s speech. there wasn’t even any pushing. it was loving. it was love.

here is a lincoln. truly. here is a man whose steady belief in bigger things created a brilliant unheard of campaign that could not be stopped. and who hopefully gets a second term. because in his first, while he will inspire the world and the world will once again embrace america, and perhaps more than ever before, he won’t be able to do anything drastic – there is too much ground work to do – his country is a mess and he’s gotta clean it up. BUT. WHO he is. is already changing the world.

it was in the moment of collective jaw drop, that ten or fifteen minutes, that the world began it’s shift. and we were done wishing for the end of something. we were thrilled. because something even bigger was just beginning.

america is on the cusp of a beautiful period and we are lucky, yes, lucky, to witness it. as canadians we are so quick to smugness in talking about americans. but this sort of thing would never happen in our country and obama’s election should give us pause for humility. america is an incredible place. and it’s people are truly inspired to ensure that this shift happened. they are not a people afraid of broad strokes.

tonight i felt inspiration, beauty, peace, and love. i also felt completely safe. in crowds of thousands and thousands. but the overwhelming feeling through all of it.. through the tears, the patience, the people, and the wonder… the best word i can come up with is “gentle.” it was a very very gentle display. it is a gentle that has been earned. i learned many things. i cried too. for my own love of humanity. that i haven’t touched on in too too long.

i’ll post photos and video tomorrow once i have a chance to go through them. but first i will drive off into an entirely new world. that, just for a moment, has a chance at peace.

- Matthew MacFadzean



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