Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Hey, Michael, Where Were Your Friends?
Once upon a time, there was Michael Moore the First. He never forgot his friends. Come time for the Washington, DC premiere of Bowling for Columbine a while back, he invited his old buddies in Washington — gave them good seats and spent the rest of the evening with them. During his other movie's premiere, he affectionately recognized how much those old friends helped him and supported him after he was mistreated and let go by Mother Jones. He was generous with his words and time.
Now there is Michael Moore the Second. Last night he hosted the Washington, DC premiere of Fahrenheit 9/11, and who was there? The Democratic political establishment, the same people whom he took to such mocking task on the road with us in campaign rally after campaign rally in 2000. Who was not there? His old buddies! Not personally invited, not personally hung out with.
A few weeks ago, Michael, I sent you a message: "Hey, Dude, where's my Buddy?" It is attached. It has gone without reply. It simply asked you to come back to your progressive constituency and take on the two-party monopoly of our rigged election system — to challenge the pro-warlike, corporate party with two heads, wearing different makeup when it comes to playing toady for Big Business. These are the giant multinationals who have no allegiance to our country or to communities like Flint except to control, deplete or abandon them. It is not that your views have changed, with an exception or two. It is that your circles have changed. Too much Clinton, not enough Camejo.
Your old friends remain committed to blazing paths for a just society and world. As they helped you years ago, they can help you now. They are also trim and take care of themselves. Girth they avoid. The more you let them see you, the less they will see of you. That could be their greatest gift to Moore the Second — the gift of health. What say you?
album du jour: delays faded seaside glamour
i find this album very enchanting, i would love a second opinion
Monday, June 28, 2004
i think these are pretty self-explanatory.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
how funny is this picture
Friday, June 25, 2004
i changed my template. this is more concise i think, and i'm into minimalism these days. plus i see so many blogs with these complicated formats that make it harder to read. remember your audience. i'm lazy. less is more.
i just moved into my own office. it has a window and everything. it's also in the corner of our suite of offices, so now i can tell people "i have a corner office with a view". it's a view of the second floor fire escape, but still.
i would really like to go see farenheit 9/11 today but i don't think it's even playing in lafayette, according to moviefone anyway. i saw an hilarious clip from the movie yesterday on the daily show where bush tells a group of reporters that terrorism must be destroyed, then, turning away, he says, “now watch this drive,” and tees off. it was pretty fucking funny. you can actually watch it at moviefone. check that out.
also - on the floor of the senate yesterday our allustrious vice president dick cheany told vermont senator patrick leahy to "go fuck himself". i think leahy was making statements about haliburton and war-profiteering. isn't there just an abundance of political entertainment these days?
album du jour: catherine wheel happy days
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
and i can piss with the door open! why does that excite me... i can snoop around and take off my shoes and pump up the volume on my laptop and lip-sync all the live-long day. yeah i'm gonna get fired.
favorite word(s) of the day: chickenhawk war pimps (guess what it refers to)
lately i've been strangely addicted to dandy warhols music. i've always loved them but recently i cant get their songs out of my head and really don't feel like listening to anything else. and this concerns me because i really don't want to get tired of it. i'll have to ration it out, interject some other stuff in between my listens and interpretive dancing. i was listening to monkey house yesterday afternoon and i think my boss saw me lip-syncing. not a big deal though.
early morning revelation: lip-sync is the oppositve of karaoke
i wish it was friday. i want beer, and lots of it.
album du jour: dandy warhols dandy warhols come down
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
album du jour: the dylans the dylans
Monday, June 21, 2004
- the shins - oh, inverted world
- my vitriol - finelines
- pj harvey - stories from the city, stories from the sea
- travis - the invisible band
- pinback - blue screen life
- the white stripes - white blood cells
- le tigre - feminist sweepstakes
- rainer maria - a better version of me
- radiohead - amnesiac
- built to spill - ancient melodies of the future
- new order - get ready
- basement jaxx - rooty
- avalanches - since i left you
- sing-sing - the joy of sing-sing
- splashdown - possibilities
- benett - welcome to the jungle
- call and response - call and response
- curve - gift
- electric soft parade - holes in the wall
- the beta band - hot shots II
- the strokes - is this it
- detroit cobras - life, love and leaving
- stars - nightsongs
- tracy and the plastics - musclers guide to videonics
- the butchies - three
- rjd2 - your face or your kneecaps
- rufus wainwright - poses
- turin brakes - the optimist lp
- lali puna - scary world theory
- thestart - shakedown!
- the siddeleys - slum clearance
- !!! - !!!
- ladytron - 604
- life without buildings - any other city
- dismemberment plan - change
- simian - chemistry is what we are
- girlsareshort - contact kiss
- autolux - demonstration
- swell - everybody wants to know
- tahiti 80 - extra pieces
- burning brides - fall of the plastic empire
- goldfrapp - felt mountain
- the helio sequence - young effectuals
- freezepop - forever
- the cranes - future songs
- brittle stars - garage sale
- pete yorn - musicforthemorningafter
- muse - origin of symmetry
- rilo kiley - takeoffs and landings
- spoon - girls can tell
the shermans - happiness is toy-shaped; 14 iced bears - in the beginning; kings of convenience - versus; erase errata - other animals; i am the world trade center - out of the loop; echobelly - people are expensive; r.e.m. - reveal; varnaline - songs in a northern key; kristin hersh - sunny border blue; the superjesus - the jet age; fonda - the strange and the familiar; minus the bear - this is what i know about being gigantic; air - virgin suicides; reindeer section - ya'll get scared now, ya' hear; mouse on mars - idiology; beulah - the coast is never clear; clem snide - the ghost of fashion; marquee moon - television; the walkmen - everyone who pretended to liek me is gone
Sunday, June 20, 2004
saturday morning i woke up and cut grass. by "saturday morning" i of course mean 1:00 in the afternoon. the sky got very dark immediately after i finished and it poured down for a while. it was nice sitting on the carport having a beer (or six) while it was raining. i sometimes like to marvel at the lawn right after i cut it; my wondrous creation. i went with my aunt and her friend to damascus, a greek restaurant, and had baba ganoush and hummus, among other things that i can't remember, and wine. greek food is awesome.
afterwards they dropped me off at a friend's house and we drank some more, rearranged furniture, complained about bush, listened to some sonic youth, then walked downtown to see this band called elephant man. i didn't think i'd like it but they were good. or they sucked and i was just fucked up - mox nix to me. somehow during the evening i managed to make new friends of three nice-looking girls at the bar. i don't hit on girls, especially in bars, but occasionally i get in an introductive way. god bless gin.
*postscript: why do most girls seem to like those fruity-sugary-schnappy-sex-name shots? i can't stand those. if i wanted to drink a fucking hawaiian punch i could have walked to the coke machine outside the grocery store near my house. give me tequiler or vodker (suddenly i think in ted kennedy's voice?), or something that makes doing shots a real ritual. doing a shot of hard liquor makes me feel like i've accomplished something.
so anyway, i crashed back at the friend's place, came home, slept all day, and am now about to read up on some stuff for work tomorrow.
album du jour: afghan whigs black love
Friday, June 18, 2004
album du jour: the daindy warhols 13 tales from urban bohemia
Thursday, June 17, 2004
- she generates alot of heat (and has to sleep right against me), and i cannot sleep even if only remotely hot.
- she snores, that's right, snores.
- i think she must have really active dreams because she twitches constantly and makes odd groaning sounds when she's not snoring.
- like clockwork, at 5:30 every morning she begins bellowing for her breakfast. tuna smells unpleasant enough, but even moreso in the early morning hours.
so i didn't sleep much last night and am consequently drained already. but i love mister kitty.
album du jour: devo freedom of choice
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
my new sonic youth dvd came in the mail, so now i'll have something to lay on the floor and watch before i lay me down to sleep (at a reasonable hour, believe that?).
album du jour: ben kweller on my way
Saturday, June 12, 2004
concession: all politicians are clandestine by nature, but you have to compare the varying degrees. i find that nine times out of ten the righties go much further over the line than the democrats.
while i'm making side notes: democrats are not necessarily liberal, and liberals are not necessarily democrats.
so i was too young during the time of reagan's tenure to really give a shit about politics, so most of my opinion comes posthumously from information i've gathered recently. i've been hearing nasty-sounding words like "iran-contra" and "iraqi aid" (please read this one, it's amazing). all in all i'm not impressed. and keep in mind, bush sr. was veep under reagan, and probably much more than veep in the second term when reagan's mental capacities were waning. i could come up with a plethera of jokes about george w. and waning mental capacity right here, just insert your own.
reagan didn't end communism, communism did. did reagan have anything to do with it? his economic policies concerning the soviet union certainly didn't hurt the downfall. but it seems that the u.s.s.r.'s economic woes came from the inherent flaws of communism itself, not from reagan telling gorbachav to "tear down this wall". it doesn't matter though, since ronnie went on tv telling mikey to do it and it was subsequently done, there must be a cause-effect relationship there right? nah. but for us americans who only read headlines and look at purty pictures, it's enough. reagan's a hero (who said hindsight is 20/20?).
but reagan is dead now, and there's a possibility that the widow reagan may now be a persuasive ally in the fight for stem cell research. i heard joe conason say on the radio today that the conflict in the stem cell research issue is that between reason and stubbornness, or something to that effect. doesn't it seem that reason and tradition are at the foundation of every political controversy? think about gay marriage, anything religion-related, terrorism (and dealing with terrorism)... if you really look you'll see these at the heart of everything. then you have to really wonder why it is that people are so afraid of progress contributing to the greater good ($$$ maybe?). i've said it before, people are terrified of change, unless they're getting it back from a hundred-dollar bill.
album du jour: the cranes particles and waves
Thursday, June 10, 2004
i want to sleep for six months so i don't have to deal with any more electionspeak. i grow weary of hearing people's rationale for wanting to vote for bush. "he's got balls". how about that one.
album du jour: sonic youth sonic nurse
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
and i've had more than an unhealthy dose of slash sucking on a cigarette and going off on vertical-guitar power solos in the early nineties, i really don't need more.
album du jour: sonic youth daydream nation
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Announcement of Alzheimer's Disease
November 5, 1994
My fellow Americans, I have recently been told that I am one of the millions of Americans who will be afflicted with Alzheimer's disease.
Upon learning this news, Nancy and I had to decide whether as private citizens we would keep this a private matter or whether we would make this news known in a public way. In the past, Nancy suffered from breast cancer and I had my cancer surgeries. We found through our open disclosures we were able to raise public awareness. We were happy that as a result, many more people underwent testing. They were treated in early stages and able to return to normal, healthy lives.
So now we feel it is important to share it with you. In opening our hearts,we hope this might promote greater awareness of this condition. Perhaps it will encourage a clearer understanding of the individuals and families who are affected by it.
At the moment I feel just fine. I intend to live the remainder of the years God gives me on this Earth doing the things I have always done. I will continue to share life's journey with my beloved Nancy and my family. I plan to enjoy the great outdoors and stay in touch with my friends and supporters.
Unfortunately, as Alzheimer's disease progresses, the family often bears a heavy burden. I only wish there was some way I could spare Nancy from this painful experience. When the time comes, I am confident that with your help she will face it with faith and courage.
In closing, let me thank you, the American people, for giving me the great honor of allowing me to serve as your president. When the Lord calls me home, whenever that day may be, I will leave with the greatest love for this country of ours and eternal optimism for its future.
I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life. I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead.
Thank you, my friends. May God always bless you.
Monday, June 07, 2004
i had a gin-soaked weekend. very unlike me of late to hit it twice in one weekend (or in one month for that matter).
album du jour: moloko statues
Thursday, June 03, 2004
I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to
How about never? Is never good for you?
I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.
I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
I have plenty of talent and vision; I just don't give a damn.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you
The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely
What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
You know the acronym behind your name won't keep me from kicking your ass in the parking lot.
Do I look like a people person?
If I throw a stick, will you leave?
Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
Chaos, panic, & disorder - my work here is done.
How do I set a laser printer to stun?
I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted a salary.
Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
Oh I get it... like humor... but different.
album du jour: steadman loser friendly
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
anyway, i woke up from an otherwise wonderful rest feeling pissed off and depressed. freud you suck.
album du jour: pj harvey uh huh her
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
incidentally i have to return the pants today because i don't like them. i should try things on, but i hate the mall. buyer beware.
album du jour: the killers hot fuss