Monday, January 24, 2011

Bloggin about bein Blogged About II and AFC CHAMPS!!!

If you have a second check out this weeks' Q&A with Ms. Pittsburgh for the Readymade blog by Lily Kane.  Awesome!  Thank you, Lily!

Whew what a week.  I spent the last 4 days sick as a dogg in New York City!  I can't remember feeling worse, or more hopeless that my health would ever return.  Figuring that most obviously our O-Line was in need of a major boost, I came to the conclusion that the Steelers must be borrowing my life force for the game, and that they'd relinquish it to me upon its conclusion.  Once the game started and Mendenhall started getting ALL his yards after contact I decided it was he who had been channeling all my energy.  Well, either that or I got the flu at a Prince concert.

Photos from the big game:

Good game, Ike!
How funny was it that he seemed to stand like this for the last several minutes of the game.  I applaud your fan-like excitement, #24.

Poor Rexy when he realizes it's all over.  

After the Divisional round, I asked via this very blog for some Steelers D in the press conference.  Here you go, Mr. Steelers D himself, right up there in the talking lineup with Tomlin, Roethlisberger and Mendenhall.  

Feelin the power of the Yinz Yang strong today!  And feeling healthy, miraculously!
Ms. Pittsburgh

Sunday, January 16, 2011

That's a wrap!!!

Now that football is over for the weekend, what are we supposed to do?  Watch the stupid show about a CEO going undercover to see how badly/well their business is run, and how their pimped out, bloated lifestyle has made them out of shape and incapable of menial tasks?  NO.  I'm taking mild pleasure in knitting and watching the Golden Globe awards PLUS the Patriots' post-game press conference, revealing reciprocal opposites.  Overly planned-for acceptance speeches (on part of Hollywood), and overly unplanned-for defeat speeches (on part of the Pats). 

The funniest ones were from Robert DeNiro, who accepted some sort of lifetime achievement award and was seriously uncouth and probably drunk; and from coach Belichick, whose vocabulary and diction, in his absolute shock at losing to the Jets, was reduced to about 3 permutations of about 5 words.  Dude couldn't even congratulate the Jets or concede that the Jets may have had something to do with the outcome of the game.  Come on guy, show some maturity!

See ya next year Pats!  You played a good season.

On the topic of press conferences:

1) The gradation created by these three wardrobe choices is hilarious. 
2) Can we get a little Stillers-D represented at the press conference?

To the New Jersey Jets: see you at Heinz Field! 

 Get PSYCHED, Pittsburgh, it's rematch time!

"I'd rather have the game here, TRUE STATEMENT" --Sir James Harrison, locker room interview

I'm whole-heartily looking forward to your  TRUE STATEMENTS on the field next Sunday, #92.

-Ms. Pittsburgh

Friday, January 14, 2011

Yinz Yang (dare I say Holy?) Trinity of You Tube

As many of you may or may not know, when it comes to viral video trends my style is super behind-the-times.  I miss all the peaks of popularity and find things in the valleys of their popular disfavor.  For example, I discovered SNL's digital short, Dick in a Box, which as you'll recall enjoyed epidemic-like internet popularity, more than a year after it first aired on 12/16/2006.

Exhibit A (which contains a reference to Yinz Yang, then in its infancy!):

Upon discovering this comedic gem (and finding it difficult to contain my excitement), I asked all of my friends in turn, "Have you ever seen 'D in a B'???", to which the reply was something like, "Uh, yeah, like 10 years ago?!"  People were actively annoyed and frustrated that I was so excited about something that was so over.  I was made to feel like a silly immature teen who shows up after the party is over, barges into the house, raids the fridge, turns the music way up, and dances like a spazz.  Pssssh, whatever!  I've never been one to find value in novelty in and of itsself, in fact I might go so far as to say that I'm suspicious of the new so this really should come as no surprise.  What's interesting is how my time capsule 'tude creates or reflects (or both, who knows? its the chicken and the egg thing) my values.

I found 'D in a B' as I do all my internet discoveries: in the midst of some rogue, misguided, wayward-style internet wanderings.  Sitting down at the internet, not knowing which way to 'surf' feels to me like plugging my nervous system into a parallel and more anxious wavelength, or like the feeling of confronting an empty canvas (which ironically I am much more comfortable with!).   If I have time to waste, I never know how or where on the internet to do it, like how when you're at a bar with a million of the world's greatest and rarest beers and can't choose a drink; or when flipping through the milleu of pop music in a karaoke song book fails to yield an appropriate performance for the occasion.  I think the problem is that I don't get any feeling from the internet and thus can not be guided by intuition, just like a list of songs or beers does not reflect the respective sounds or tastes that said book(s) offer(s).

In attempts at time wasting I traipse the internet with the uncertain footing that might carry one through an abandoned steel town, down empty and deserted streets only to discover that there's an authentic Hungarian Restaurant complete with Grandpa who cooks up servings of delicious old world cuisine on styrofoam plates.  I seem to find things as archaeological discoveries long after the vitality of whatever might have originally drawn you there is dead and forgotten to the rest of the world.  This being the case, I'd argue that if something is good enough to withstand the test of my delayed timing, it's gotta be real good.  I've always championed survivors.  I'd definitely eat at that Hungarian restaurant, I definitely LOVE our Steelers D, and I definitely watch certain you tube videos hundreds of times at the cost of missing all the new and untested stuff.

(As a related aside: I acknowledge publicly that I have as of summer 2009 seen the Star Wars Trilogy in its entirety.  So for all of you who have ridiculed me for extolling the comedic virtues of Spaceballs my entire life whilst never having seen Star Wars, your trip is over.  I get the Star Wars references now, so we can all move on with our friendship in peace and mutual respect....of Spaceballs! EH OH ) 

Which leads me to my original reason for this post.  When I sit down at a computer to waste time, I want an iron-clad guaranteed good time!  After all, it isn't a waste if I enjoyed it!  I want to watch something that in and of itsself totally affirms, no, mirrors my values.  I want Heaven and Earth co-conspiring to produce the greatest cinema that could never be made because it is a documented, real-world event.   I want Truth in 8 minutes or less.  I want raw and absolute creativity, artistry, against-the-odds survival.  I want art, nature, and sports as raw metaphors for life in this chaotic, civilized world.  I want banal events and performances in which the underlying, invisible, and latent forces of our world rise up against the dominant powers to create absolute contradiction, blowing all expectations out of the water, leaving the opposite of what you expected to do what you expected or hoped for to begin with.  I want the Yinz Yang You Tube Trinity.  I give it to you here.  In ascending order.  May peace be with you and also with you, internet.




...Coming soon to Yinz Yang: The Blog:

Ms. Pittsburgh's Top Ten moments from HBO's Penguins Capitals 24 7 mini-series and new special edition Yinz Yang shirt soon to be released.  Check back soon!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Happy New Year 2011!

Ms. Pittsburgh and Yinz Yang wish you all the best in 2011!

The end days of 2010 came and went in a flash.  If this blog were a movie, the following would be a dramatic montage set to something like Chariots of Fire.

(sorry Mr. Wollenberg)

At Heinz Field's "classy tap", Iron Mike (aka "Pops"), Amy, Ms. Pgh, and Greg find themselves caught in a Gerhard Richter painting.

Spotted en route to killing time before visiting the Miniature Railroad and Village at the Carnegie Science Center...For the masses of gambling bicycle activist-types in your life, there's a forlorn, token bike rack at Rivers Casino, just a football's throw from the Valet driveway!  I wonder if you could ask the valet to lock you up?... 

This tree wishes it looked this good

In the words of Marissa's wonderful friend Kate whose middle name is Munhall after the borough of the same name, I give to you my personal motto for 2011: "EVER FORWARD".  May it be a wondrous year for all of you, your families, and for your sports teams.