a supposed coping mechanism for dealing with anger is to write a letter to the source of your ill ease and destroy it. and then all is well? methinks not. the catharsis doesn't come unless you hit that "send" button (or drop it in the box, whatever). would you read the first 3/4 of a james joyce novel? fuck no -- joyce is boring and you wouldn't read word one. the peculiar ducks like me (that's "ducks," with a "D" assholes) understand the comparison though.
i'm just irrationalizing personal knee-jerks. begin fallible sucks. not being able to admit it would suck harder right?
1. You have 10 bucks and need to buy snacks at a gas station, what do you get?
diet dr. pepper, water, copius amounts of red bull
2. If you had to be reincarnated as some sort of sea dwelling creature, what would you be?
giant tortoise
3. Who's your favorite redhead?
neko case
4. What do you order when you're at a pancake house?
garcon, coffee!
5. Last book you read?
"the chocolate war" -- robert cormier
6. Have you made out with anyone on your friend's list?
almost everyone, soon enough everyone.
7. Describe your favorite pair of underwear.
elastic waistband, doesn't inhibit my junk, fits.
8. Describe the last time you were injured.
drunken chacanery
9. Of all your friends, with whom would you want to be stuck in the middle of a jungle?
probably jenny sweden, despite having never met her
10. Are there any odd things that make you feel uncomfortable?
only normal things make me uncomfortable
11. Are there any weird things that turn you on?
a-plenty
12. What is the wallpaper on your cell phone?
a giant, gaping vagina
13. Soda?
diet something with caffeine
14. Flavor of pudding?
pistachio (also favorite nut)
15. What type of shirt are you wearing?
puffy
16. Prescription medication?
love the Rx
17. If you could use only one form of transportation for the rest of your life, what would it be?
that giant white flying dog from "the neverending story"
18. How many people are on your friends list?
36
19. How many people on your list do you know in real life?
most.. i guess
20. What are you listening to right now?
johnny cash
21. Most recent movie you've watched:
"capote"
22. Name 3 things you have with you at all times:
watch, throwing stars, guilt
23. Would you rather give or receive a foot massage?
give
24. Name a teacher you had the hots for:
i've never had a hot-for teacher
25. What is a saying that you use a lot?
move that gigantic cotton candy!
27. What is your favorite part of the chicken?
the charisma
28. What's your favorite town?
funkytown
29. Favorite kind of cake?
cup
30. What's the first word that comes to mind right now?
ovule
31. When was the last time you saw your mom in person?
mardi gras
32. What makes you feel like puking?
nausea
33. Who got you to join myspace?
obviously i don't know otherwise i'd be serving time for having murdered them.
34. What did you have for dinner LAST NIGHT?
lean cuisine motherfucker
35. How long have you been at your current job?
2 years in june
36. Is Tom on your friends list?
he deleted me
37. What's the last thing you said out loud?
ubie-doo
38. Look to your left, what do you see?
blake babies poster
39. Who is the last person who spent $100 on you?
me
40. Who's your favorite villain?
michael bay
41. What's the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?
borrow clothing? i don't think guys really do that.
42. What's the last piece of clothing you bought?
underwear from goodwill
43. What phrase makes you laugh no matter where, when or how?
"you said you didn't like the grease from fried bacon, so i boiled it."
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
more, more, more... how do you like it
europe is very appealing right now. everything seems so much more efficient, and advanced. americans like everything inordinately BIG. big vehicles, big tits, big guns, big oil, big bombs, big bank accounts, big houses, all to compensate for small penises. europeans, IF they drive, have cars actually called "minis." we name our vehicles after fellatio (the modest "hummer") and abstractions (the ford "focus?" ironic since the moniker renders your visual interpretation of the vehicle nothing but blurry).
our governemtn spends more on big guns and bombs than any other country in the world, nay, in HISTORY. someone please explain to people that a small penis isn't a character flaw -- it's not something you have much control over, and thus shouldn't be delusionally beating or killing people to compensate for. don't bring the rest of us non-aestheticists (invented word) down with you.
what does it say that the phrase "big, swinging dick" is equated to supreme power? and is there something on par concerning vaginas? the big, gaping vagina? doesn't have the same bombast. i blame john "women are things" cassavetes. and of course 9/11. and clinton.
proof that i practice what i preach -- i sold my 30" flat panel monitor in lieu of a 19", which displaces at least half the size. i'm immersed in possession reduction, since they're fleeting anyway, by nature. i'm not going for minimalism necessarily, just a bit of fat-trimming. although i have been listening to alot of philip glass.
also, my left nut for an effective mass transit system in this town. the destitue petrol-dependents out there are probably with me.
our governemtn spends more on big guns and bombs than any other country in the world, nay, in HISTORY. someone please explain to people that a small penis isn't a character flaw -- it's not something you have much control over, and thus shouldn't be delusionally beating or killing people to compensate for. don't bring the rest of us non-aestheticists (invented word) down with you.
what does it say that the phrase "big, swinging dick" is equated to supreme power? and is there something on par concerning vaginas? the big, gaping vagina? doesn't have the same bombast. i blame john "women are things" cassavetes. and of course 9/11. and clinton.
proof that i practice what i preach -- i sold my 30" flat panel monitor in lieu of a 19", which displaces at least half the size. i'm immersed in possession reduction, since they're fleeting anyway, by nature. i'm not going for minimalism necessarily, just a bit of fat-trimming. although i have been listening to alot of philip glass.
also, my left nut for an effective mass transit system in this town. the destitue petrol-dependents out there are probably with me.
Monday, April 24, 2006
cheap trick AND cutting crew: suck it
my headache is massive and i am bored. in truth i think i died, because i've had no communication with anyone today (not you lacey -- you're just dead too) and the internet seems barren.
yes i realize it's contrary to complain about too many calls on one day and the lack thereof on another. also it's puzzling that i develop a headache on a day in which i'm not being bothered at all. maybe i need to be needed.
actually -- i hate being needed but need to be wanted. or i drank too much caffeine.
oooohhhh god, oh geez. i feel an oncoming cd spending spree. whee.
yes i realize it's contrary to complain about too many calls on one day and the lack thereof on another. also it's puzzling that i develop a headache on a day in which i'm not being bothered at all. maybe i need to be needed.
actually -- i hate being needed but need to be wanted. or i drank too much caffeine.
oooohhhh god, oh geez. i feel an oncoming cd spending spree. whee.
white house approved culture of life letter to media
from the always riotous whitehouse.org:
I Support President Bush on CULTURE OF LIFE!
Dear Pinko Reporter - President Bush asked me to tell you how DISGUSTED us mainstream ultra-evangelicals are with your SICKENING disrespect for human life! He and the Pope are RIGHT about how condom use is immoral interference with life, but plugging drooling zombies into smoothie machines is A-OK. Because even if Terri Schiavo's brain was the size of a marshmallow peep, her eyes were OPEN, and that's PROOF she was THINKING - just like when RONALD REAGAN had NO MEMORY of a criminal conspiracy to sell arms to evildoers. As for ABORTION - the lives of pea-sized womb boogers are WAY more sacred than dumb girls who practically BEG for incestuous rape by dressing like tramps. Besides, everyone knows that parasitic tadpole people deserve PROTECTION - at least until they're born and start begging for pork barrel handouts like education and healthcare, or get convicted by all-white juries for being total retarded minors. So stop QUESTIONING the President's CULTURE OF LIFE, otherwise foreigners think it's OK to be uppity when He wants to bomb Arabiac babies and grandmas who are guilty of terrorism-by-proximity! Sheesh! Read a poster already!
I Support President Bush on CULTURE OF LIFE!
Dear Pinko Reporter - President Bush asked me to tell you how DISGUSTED us mainstream ultra-evangelicals are with your SICKENING disrespect for human life! He and the Pope are RIGHT about how condom use is immoral interference with life, but plugging drooling zombies into smoothie machines is A-OK. Because even if Terri Schiavo's brain was the size of a marshmallow peep, her eyes were OPEN, and that's PROOF she was THINKING - just like when RONALD REAGAN had NO MEMORY of a criminal conspiracy to sell arms to evildoers. As for ABORTION - the lives of pea-sized womb boogers are WAY more sacred than dumb girls who practically BEG for incestuous rape by dressing like tramps. Besides, everyone knows that parasitic tadpole people deserve PROTECTION - at least until they're born and start begging for pork barrel handouts like education and healthcare, or get convicted by all-white juries for being total retarded minors. So stop QUESTIONING the President's CULTURE OF LIFE, otherwise foreigners think it's OK to be uppity when He wants to bomb Arabiac babies and grandmas who are guilty of terrorism-by-proximity! Sheesh! Read a poster already!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
wonk wonk
ahhhh the dobbs. lou, that is. i'm catching up on relevant cnn punditry from this week (oddly enough being aired on some aoc program) and it seems, and maybe this is just foolish optimism, that even the more mainstream of "news" personalities are beginning to smell the stink.
right now there's some neo-con chucklefucker on c-span beating the drum for war in iran. lick my balls.
in total six retired generals have publicly denounced donald rumsfeld and his competancy as secretary of defense (formerly known as "secretary of war") and his war plan, or lack thereof.
the preznit, months ago, averred that he would find the source of the valerie plame leak (he didn't use the phrase "smoke 'em out," as he did concerning osama bin laden all those years ago, but he wanted to), and scooter libby testifies that the source of the leak was the president himself.
it's no wonder we, the public, are so easily manipulated into focusing our attention on issues like immigration (the public that watches cable news, that is). think about it -- it was the only thing you could read about two weeks ago. and now, where is it? i haven't seen headline one dealing with it in almost a week.
maybe if the mainstream (i don't concede "mainstream,"), or rather CORPORATE, media weren't so willing to carry water for the bushista cosa nostra teabaggers and avoid relevant issues to document tom cruise eating his new baby's placenta, maybe we wouldn't be living in a severely mismanaged america, inc. today.
i incessantly gripe about our system of government. i complain about a myriad of things, but few disconcert me as much as the political state of our country. why is that so? most people, you too -- reading this, could not be more disinterested with politics. i don't blame them; we are brought up by television and hypnotized by the flickering screens of computers, distracted with utterly irrelevant items like who to vote off "american idol" or what to do on the weekend. we have our own lives, and the vast majority of us are probably too busy making ends meet and dealing with our own vices and responsibilities to take notice of what occurs on a grander scale. because the ways in which politics affects us are often so minute, and the changes so gradual, that it slips by unnoticed.
this is why i think the rising gas prices are a good thing. an elevated level of awareness in the populous is almost invaluable.
or how about south dakota banning ALL abortions? no exceptions for rape, incest, or the mother's health. who's to say this doesn't set a precedent for other states to follow suit? i'm in louisiana, so you HAVE to know that our state legislation, and maybe a majority of the state citizenry, aren't averse to like legislation.
i don't mean to be a wonk who only bitches about what i perceive as unjust in government (watch a movie called "naked" by mike leigh -- the guy complains about everything but does nothing in the way of offering solutions). public campaign financing would fix about 95% of the problems we face today. politicians would only have to please their constituents (us) and not the corporations that fund their campaigns, their jobs.
also we need a little bit of anarchy. i'm hesitant to use the word "anarchy" becuase it seems so pejorative at face value. how about, reform? a little revolution? non-violent, of course. our elections have become farses in which we pick the lesser of evils. we need more than a dichotomous party system. i commend ralph nader for dipping his toe into the water of a third party, but i still consider him a douchebag for only doing it once every four years. if he were genuine in his intent to create a third party --- green, independent, whatever -- then he would pursue the notion constantly, not just sporadically every four years. in that sense, he's a phony. i regret voting for him in 2000 (not that my vote matters much in louisiana).
speaking of which, the electoral college needs to be eighty-sixed. it's antiquated and not applicable today as it was a couple centuries ago. presidential candidates campaign only in swing states. it makes me feel un-loved. is it any wonder such a small percentage of americans actually vote?
partisanship: it's turned into sports. people toe the party line regardless of their own personal beliefs or consideration for the good of the country as a whole. party loyalty has superceded national loyalty. i don't believe one side is better than the other -- they both suck taint (with the exception of a few individuals -- russ feingold, lincoln chafee). if you want to know my laundry list of qualms with the republican party just peruse every other post i've ever written. my biggest problem with the democrats is their eager willingness to apologize for their liberal values and capitulate to the more moderate wing of the party (the FUCKING dlc, par example, who submarined paul hackett's senate run in ohio because he was a little too frank, a little too much of an iraq war veteran, and a little too likely to win).
fuck it. vote out every incumbent.
currently listening: zero 7 the garden (2006)
right now there's some neo-con chucklefucker on c-span beating the drum for war in iran. lick my balls.
in total six retired generals have publicly denounced donald rumsfeld and his competancy as secretary of defense (formerly known as "secretary of war") and his war plan, or lack thereof.
the preznit, months ago, averred that he would find the source of the valerie plame leak (he didn't use the phrase "smoke 'em out," as he did concerning osama bin laden all those years ago, but he wanted to), and scooter libby testifies that the source of the leak was the president himself.
it's no wonder we, the public, are so easily manipulated into focusing our attention on issues like immigration (the public that watches cable news, that is). think about it -- it was the only thing you could read about two weeks ago. and now, where is it? i haven't seen headline one dealing with it in almost a week.
maybe if the mainstream (i don't concede "mainstream,"), or rather CORPORATE, media weren't so willing to carry water for the bushista cosa nostra teabaggers and avoid relevant issues to document tom cruise eating his new baby's placenta, maybe we wouldn't be living in a severely mismanaged america, inc. today.
i incessantly gripe about our system of government. i complain about a myriad of things, but few disconcert me as much as the political state of our country. why is that so? most people, you too -- reading this, could not be more disinterested with politics. i don't blame them; we are brought up by television and hypnotized by the flickering screens of computers, distracted with utterly irrelevant items like who to vote off "american idol" or what to do on the weekend. we have our own lives, and the vast majority of us are probably too busy making ends meet and dealing with our own vices and responsibilities to take notice of what occurs on a grander scale. because the ways in which politics affects us are often so minute, and the changes so gradual, that it slips by unnoticed.
this is why i think the rising gas prices are a good thing. an elevated level of awareness in the populous is almost invaluable.
or how about south dakota banning ALL abortions? no exceptions for rape, incest, or the mother's health. who's to say this doesn't set a precedent for other states to follow suit? i'm in louisiana, so you HAVE to know that our state legislation, and maybe a majority of the state citizenry, aren't averse to like legislation.
i don't mean to be a wonk who only bitches about what i perceive as unjust in government (watch a movie called "naked" by mike leigh -- the guy complains about everything but does nothing in the way of offering solutions). public campaign financing would fix about 95% of the problems we face today. politicians would only have to please their constituents (us) and not the corporations that fund their campaigns, their jobs.
also we need a little bit of anarchy. i'm hesitant to use the word "anarchy" becuase it seems so pejorative at face value. how about, reform? a little revolution? non-violent, of course. our elections have become farses in which we pick the lesser of evils. we need more than a dichotomous party system. i commend ralph nader for dipping his toe into the water of a third party, but i still consider him a douchebag for only doing it once every four years. if he were genuine in his intent to create a third party --- green, independent, whatever -- then he would pursue the notion constantly, not just sporadically every four years. in that sense, he's a phony. i regret voting for him in 2000 (not that my vote matters much in louisiana).
speaking of which, the electoral college needs to be eighty-sixed. it's antiquated and not applicable today as it was a couple centuries ago. presidential candidates campaign only in swing states. it makes me feel un-loved. is it any wonder such a small percentage of americans actually vote?
partisanship: it's turned into sports. people toe the party line regardless of their own personal beliefs or consideration for the good of the country as a whole. party loyalty has superceded national loyalty. i don't believe one side is better than the other -- they both suck taint (with the exception of a few individuals -- russ feingold, lincoln chafee). if you want to know my laundry list of qualms with the republican party just peruse every other post i've ever written. my biggest problem with the democrats is their eager willingness to apologize for their liberal values and capitulate to the more moderate wing of the party (the FUCKING dlc, par example, who submarined paul hackett's senate run in ohio because he was a little too frank, a little too much of an iraq war veteran, and a little too likely to win).
fuck it. vote out every incumbent.
currently listening: zero 7 the garden (2006)
Friday, April 21, 2006
hallelujia it's raining zen
yesterday i bought the movie "happiness" (with the esteemed phillip seymour hoffman) on dvd. it's a great movie dealing with pedophilia, among other things.i wondered how someone would develop a physical attraction to children like one of the characters. just the thought of it, to me, has the same effect as thinking about having sex with my mother (that dreadful oedipal notion that no man EVER wants in his head, especially during coital and/or masturbatory activities). it evokes a nauseating feeling of vile revulsion; it makes my skin crawl. but it's definitely a physical reaction -- biological, chemical, natural, etc.
the societal norm for men and women is to be attracted to (of age) members of the opposite sex, and most are. for those who are stimulated by people of the same sex, though, wouldn't you think the same physical, biological elements involved in heterosexual attraction exist in them, just for members of the same sex?
it's just so apparent to me that physical attraction is more than just culturally suggested mores -- it's something you can't help. for pedophiles nothing excuses taking advantage of children, but it says something about the nature of human attraction, and homosexuality. that, as i've always thought, it isn't just a choice, as the fred phelpses and jerry falwells of the world would have their sheeple believe (either because they're gay themselves and/or there's money to be made).
i've never really doubted that sexual orientation has little or nothing to do with just deciding one way or the other, this is just reinforcement.
also, the movie's opening scene with jon lovitz and jane adams is sublimely cathartic on a personal level.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
tartuffes for all eras
if and when i am ever on trial for a serious crime i would opt for the insanity defense. if i served time in federal prison i would be incessantly sodomized; i drop the soap in the shower at least once a week as it is. conversely i would do very well in an insane asylum. think of it -- all the meds you would ever want, soft, padded walls, meals and wardrobe pre-planned, no need to get out of bed to piss, free tv, and the most interesting people you are likely to meet. what's not to like?
lately i've been renting old movies from blockbuster. i considered "how green was my valley" but first read the plot synopsis, and it turns out the movie's NOT about a hooker who makes a ton of money.
currently listening: the mendoza line full of light and full of fire (2006)
shannon mcardle is a HOTTIE, and as we all know you have to be physically attractive to make good music. she sounds like a somewhat scaled-back neko case and i like it.
lately i've been renting old movies from blockbuster. i considered "how green was my valley" but first read the plot synopsis, and it turns out the movie's NOT about a hooker who makes a ton of money.not shocking really -- 1941 wasn't the most progressive of times for sex in films. "lolita" didn't come out until 1962 and the innuendo and symbolism alone (if you have a sick mind, as i do, and pick up on them) were considered scandalous, not to mention the plot. i find that drole -- only perverted minds understand the subtext, so the people complaining about the perversion must, by default, be perverted themselves. assumed didacticism isn't temporally dependent apparently. yeah, no shit sherlock.
currently listening: the mendoza line full of light and full of fire (2006)
shannon mcardle is a HOTTIE, and as we all know you have to be physically attractive to make good music. she sounds like a somewhat scaled-back neko case and i like it.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
eco-fool
i keep mulling over this stupid, stupid, inspired idea of returning to school to get another degree/grad degree in polsci to be an environmental lobbyist, or something like it. i'm experiencing what i would correlate to baby fever in females, only much more masochistic, to prove to dad i'm not a fool... maybe i just need to change my a.c. filter. things don't feel natural or settled as they should.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
"hostel" spoiler warning
we're getting uniforms at work and i'm uncertain how i feel in regard. it's sort of like the frosted mini-wheats commercial: the adult in me is acerbic at anything "uniform" that derives people of individuality and forces them to conform. but the kid in me relishes not having to ever worry about what to wear to work again and getting three free shirts, thus the confliction. and the shirts aren't bad/ugly -- just short-sleeved, solid forest green with a little company logo, and khakis. i'm just principally against uniformity in general. my angst isn't that relevant; i have no choice in the matter if i want to keep my job. so mox nix.
i watched "hostel" last night, which quentin tarantino "produced." how fantastic it must be to get payed to affix your name to something. the movie: lots of gore, hot naked eastern european chicks (chicks?), not particularly entertaining. overall i never find horror movies that frightening. the scariest movie i've seen was "the mothman prophecies" and it was only pg-13, not that mpaa ratings necessarily mean anything.
it will be a cold day in lafayette when i go see any "scary movie" or "date movie" or any movie michael bay had a hand in making. it would be tantamount to watching "american idol." i'd rather have my eyeball pulled out like the asian girl in "hostel."
i watched "hostel" last night, which quentin tarantino "produced." how fantastic it must be to get payed to affix your name to something. the movie: lots of gore, hot naked eastern european chicks (chicks?), not particularly entertaining. overall i never find horror movies that frightening. the scariest movie i've seen was "the mothman prophecies" and it was only pg-13, not that mpaa ratings necessarily mean anything.
it will be a cold day in lafayette when i go see any "scary movie" or "date movie" or any movie michael bay had a hand in making. it would be tantamount to watching "american idol." i'd rather have my eyeball pulled out like the asian girl in "hostel."
get rhythm when you get the blues
it's only recently that i've become a big fan of johnny cash's music, resulting from "walk the line" and its popularity. it's lame to hop on bandwagons, i know, but in this case i'll happily admit to being a johnny-come-lately.
me and my incessant puns! do you see what i have to deal with on a regular basis? for fuck's sake.
my blog is going through revisions right now. bear with me, bear in mind that change is good, bear me no ill will.
me and my incessant puns! do you see what i have to deal with on a regular basis? for fuck's sake.
my blog is going through revisions right now. bear with me, bear in mind that change is good, bear me no ill will.
Monday, April 17, 2006
non sequitur
i wanted to get something down about tax day -- is it odd that it fell on good friday? what happened to the seperation of church and state? also some personal info that i guess i don't mind sharing: in 2005 my tax refund was over $350. this year? $66.00 with all things remaining equal.
uncle sam ---> hand ----> up shirt ----> tit ----> squeeze ----> purple.
uncle sam ---> hand ----> up shirt ----> tit ----> squeeze ----> purple.
ubiquitous and happy myopia
the level of inquiry in which you are fully engaged with yourself affects the world. by "fully engaged" i mean that you lead an examined life -- you question yourself incessantly in order to hone your beliefs to be based as much on reality as possible.
"hawks" in government and their disciples (religious inference intended) have no such inner inquiry. there is no use in debating, no negotiation or possible capitulation ever necessary. you're either with us or against us.
they deal in absolutes, despite absolutes not existing in nature. everything is gray; true or false questions are inherently inaccurate narratives because all is objective. observing the process will change it. we see a teal car; i say it's blue, you say it's green.
the official definition of teal: "moderate or dark bluish green to greenish blue." who's right? neither of us. both of us.
but recognition of middle ground doesn't seem to be a capability of today's curmudgeons in charge; especially so with the curmudgeon-in-chief. actually, revision: they may be capable of self-scrutiny, but those that are just don't practice it (for money, re-election, and/or power -- the three great motivators).
i constantly quote philosophers who captured certain sentiments perfectly (especially emerson, even though he once wrote, "i hate quotations. tell me what you know."). bertrand russell said, "the whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."
the best thing about human beings, and maybe the only saving grace, is their (i'm not human, i'm a robot) ability to be intellectually curious about anything and everything. some choose to take advantage, some don't. i have my own theories about why, mostly concerning emotional (im)maturity and nature/nurture bric-a-brac. for some it's a conscious decision -- they're cognizant of certain truths but choose to feign ignorance to further their own personal agendas (again, money/power). for others it's just stupidity.
either they don't see or don't care about (which is worse?) the synergy of humanity; the ontological effects of policies and actions symptomatic of short-sightedness, myopia, greed, malice, and ultimately the externalization of personal demons (daddy didn't love me so i'm going to fuck all these people over).
"since my job was outsourced to an indian computer technician i now hate all foreigners."
"i was robbed by a black person, so all black people are criminals."
generalizations based on singularities are the big, dick-swinging albatrosses of our culture.
although this all is only my opinion and i may be wrong.
"hawks" in government and their disciples (religious inference intended) have no such inner inquiry. there is no use in debating, no negotiation or possible capitulation ever necessary. you're either with us or against us.
they deal in absolutes, despite absolutes not existing in nature. everything is gray; true or false questions are inherently inaccurate narratives because all is objective. observing the process will change it. we see a teal car; i say it's blue, you say it's green.
the official definition of teal: "moderate or dark bluish green to greenish blue." who's right? neither of us. both of us.
but recognition of middle ground doesn't seem to be a capability of today's curmudgeons in charge; especially so with the curmudgeon-in-chief. actually, revision: they may be capable of self-scrutiny, but those that are just don't practice it (for money, re-election, and/or power -- the three great motivators).
i constantly quote philosophers who captured certain sentiments perfectly (especially emerson, even though he once wrote, "i hate quotations. tell me what you know."). bertrand russell said, "the whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."
the best thing about human beings, and maybe the only saving grace, is their (i'm not human, i'm a robot) ability to be intellectually curious about anything and everything. some choose to take advantage, some don't. i have my own theories about why, mostly concerning emotional (im)maturity and nature/nurture bric-a-brac. for some it's a conscious decision -- they're cognizant of certain truths but choose to feign ignorance to further their own personal agendas (again, money/power). for others it's just stupidity.
either they don't see or don't care about (which is worse?) the synergy of humanity; the ontological effects of policies and actions symptomatic of short-sightedness, myopia, greed, malice, and ultimately the externalization of personal demons (daddy didn't love me so i'm going to fuck all these people over).
"since my job was outsourced to an indian computer technician i now hate all foreigners."
"i was robbed by a black person, so all black people are criminals."
generalizations based on singularities are the big, dick-swinging albatrosses of our culture.
although this all is only my opinion and i may be wrong.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
happy birthday jesus!
1. When was the last time you had sex?
what is this "sex" you speak of
2. How do you flush the toilet in public?
you mean when using a public toilet? either with my foot or not at all.
3. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
always
4. Do you have a crush on someone?
my left hand
5. Name one thing that you start to get tense about if you are close to running out of it:
time, medication
6. What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble?
paul giamatti
7. What is your favorite pizza topping?
onions
9. Do you crack your knuckles?
sporatically
10. What song do you hate the most when it gets stuck in head?
my downstairs neighbor is a bitch
11. Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?
she's crazy
12. What are your super powers?
the ability to blame anything on myself
13. Peppermint or spearmint?
yes
14. Where the fuck are your car keys?
probably with my car, wherever it is
15. Whose answers to this questionnaire do you want to hear?
mine, and mine
16. What's your most annoying habit?
annoying... to me or others? probably the same, drinking
17. Where did you last go on vacation?
breaux bridge
18. If you could punch one person in the nose and get away with it? sean hannity
19. What is your best physical feature?
boobies
20. What CD is closest to you right now?
burnside project
21. What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?
water, diet something, spilled mystery liquid
22. What superstition do you believe/practice?
none
25. Do you talk on your cell phone when you drive?
i don't do either, much less simultaneously
27. What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower?
"my humps"
28. If you could go back or forward in time would you and when?
definitely go back in time, to fifth grade, assuming i could maintain my current knowledge
29. What is your favorite Harrison Ford movie?
"the empire strikes back," although i don't like star wars. that one was a real downer, so i like it.
31. What OCD qualities do you have?
i wash my hands 20-30 times a day
32. How many kids do you want to have?
three, and i'd like to own some additional people
33. If you could kiss anyone famous who would it be?
judy dench
34. Would you really want to kiss someone you didn't know, even if they are famous?
even if they aren't
35. What do you do when no one is watching?
plenty -- noone is ever watching
36. If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would play you?
jared from the subway commercials
37. Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?
blaze
38. What candy, from when you were a kid, do you miss the most?
astro pop
39. What is your favorite kids movie?
the goonies
40. Favorite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert?
duran duran
41. Have you ever been in love?
no
42. Do you talk to yourself?
for interesting conversation
43. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the face of the earth?
me, to see where i'd go
what is this "sex" you speak of
2. How do you flush the toilet in public?
you mean when using a public toilet? either with my foot or not at all.
3. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
always
4. Do you have a crush on someone?
my left hand
5. Name one thing that you start to get tense about if you are close to running out of it:
time, medication
6. What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble?
paul giamatti
7. What is your favorite pizza topping?
onions
9. Do you crack your knuckles?
sporatically
10. What song do you hate the most when it gets stuck in head?
my downstairs neighbor is a bitch
11. Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?
she's crazy
12. What are your super powers?
the ability to blame anything on myself
13. Peppermint or spearmint?
yes
14. Where the fuck are your car keys?
probably with my car, wherever it is
15. Whose answers to this questionnaire do you want to hear?
mine, and mine
16. What's your most annoying habit?
annoying... to me or others? probably the same, drinking
17. Where did you last go on vacation?
breaux bridge
18. If you could punch one person in the nose and get away with it? sean hannity
19. What is your best physical feature?
boobies
20. What CD is closest to you right now?
burnside project
21. What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?
water, diet something, spilled mystery liquid
22. What superstition do you believe/practice?
none
25. Do you talk on your cell phone when you drive?
i don't do either, much less simultaneously
27. What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower?
"my humps"
28. If you could go back or forward in time would you and when?
definitely go back in time, to fifth grade, assuming i could maintain my current knowledge
29. What is your favorite Harrison Ford movie?
"the empire strikes back," although i don't like star wars. that one was a real downer, so i like it.
31. What OCD qualities do you have?
i wash my hands 20-30 times a day
32. How many kids do you want to have?
three, and i'd like to own some additional people
33. If you could kiss anyone famous who would it be?
judy dench
34. Would you really want to kiss someone you didn't know, even if they are famous?
even if they aren't
35. What do you do when no one is watching?
plenty -- noone is ever watching
36. If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would play you?
jared from the subway commercials
37. Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?
blaze
38. What candy, from when you were a kid, do you miss the most?
astro pop
39. What is your favorite kids movie?
the goonies
40. Favorite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert?
duran duran
41. Have you ever been in love?
no
42. Do you talk to yourself?
for interesting conversation
43. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the face of the earth?
me, to see where i'd go
Friday, April 14, 2006
globule
here's a globule of posts from myspace i didn't post here.
while watching internet porn last night on a site called "8th street latinas" it occurred to me, what many coporatists have been saying lately may have credence -- mexicans really do take the jobs americans don't want. snap!
it's sad and funny to watch racist xenophobes rail against the corporatists who like slave labor, in regard to the immigration hoo-ha. personally i love mexicans and the latino community as a whole. with the possible exception of george lopez -- he's just not funny.
i saw a video clip on the news yesterday of anti-protest protesters lighting the mexican flag on fire, saying "burn baby burn." my jaw literally dropped (not unlike the girl from "8th street latinas"). if i had to pick a race to lambaste lately it would be white americans. we suck hard.
why are color commentators for men's sports always men and those of women's sports are usually women? i ask this after an enthralling afternoon of texas a & m and olklahoma women's softball yesterday.
side note -- the UL softball team is ranked 13th in the nation. is that anything?
my laughing buddha tchochke was destroyed this weekend by my cat, uber (borth pictured left). i was heartbroken. i was on my knees repeatedly yelling "there is no god! there is no god!" now i'm worshipping my statue of a non-laughing, more pensive version of buddha. it's not as cheery, but is on top of my television so i can meditate and watch "trading spouses" at the same time.
incidentally, if you're wondering, i don't actually worship anything or watch "trading spouses." also, you shouldn't have been wondering.
myspace has sucked me in, addict-style. i must be the myspace target market: people mesmerized by flashing monitors both at work and home, few real-life friends, a lacking social life, possible self-esteem issues, and a yearning for acceptance and validation from strangers. the "phillip mythos" i can portray on my profile enables me to highlight what i view are my finer points, in all my me-ness.
HOWEVER, i make great strides not to misrepresent myself. inaccurate portrayals on a profile eventually become apparent when you actually meet someone face-to-face, if that is your goal. you always reap what you sow.
i like meeting people from myspace. i'm not one for approaching strangers in bars (at which time noone is really themselves thanks to lady liquor) and frankly have no idea how anyone meets anyone else anymore. it reminds me of a great "seinfeld" quote:
so is the myspace phenomenon something that comes with an embarrassing social stigma? when someone asks how you met person x and you say "on the internet" is it still like saying "i'm a loser who couldn't hack it socially in the non-virtual world?" i'm just trying to keep my finger on the pulse, out of my ass.
while i'm on the myspace topic, it's odd that my goal is to make friends and yet i'm continually trying to whittle down my "friends" list. it seems counterintuitive.
as passover nears my mind is naturally preoccupied with christian fervor. jesus is making a comeback y'all; a "resurrection," if you will. he will lower the price of gas to $10.00 a barrel. he will assist rappers in winning emmy's because they spend $50,000 on diamond-studded crucifixes. he will help football teams win superbowls. he will help chastity dunwoody of cotter, arkansas, win the state lottery and buy cigarettes and more scratch-offs. he will denounce love between anyone but a man and a woman; jesus' definition of love is conditional. he will assassinate hugo chavez, smite the wicked, and finally put an end to the oppression of christians, the scant 90%.
and is there anything more sinful and heavenly than a gigantic cadbury creme egg? methinks not. however the pro-life, anti-choice community reveres eggs of all kinds and must therefore picket the secularism of passover -- how many innocent ounces of cream filling must be aborted before we as a society wake up?. the damn chocolate bunnies and baskets and egg hunts for children. won't soemone please think of the children? why must the cadbury bunny cluck like a chicken? identity crisis? i'll tell you what that is, that thar goddamned rabbit's a homuhsexial, that's what. because as everyone knows, fags cluck.
i'm in the research and develpment phase of internalizing the belief that all people, regardless of gender and any preaching and renunciation of stereotypical attractions to the opposite sex, are at their base motivated first and foremeost by looks. they'll renounce assholes but continue to adore them (i really should have been a better wife, it's my fault). it especially holds true for men, moreso in fact (or at least not as well concealed), but only because it's par for the course for the typical manly-man to objectify women.
you have varying degress of resolve and standards about what you cllaim to be "looking for" in someone else, but most of it is inherent, instinctual lower-maslow-level desire for a suitable birth mate. in colloquial terms, self-aggrandizing horse shit. it undermines every notion of intellectiual progression that humanity has made in terms of relationships.
sex columnists are full of shit, enabling and placating people's desire, imbuing it with noble notions of depth and not being superficial. but the superficiality always lies just beneath the surface (pardon the pun), manipulating the behavior of all.
it's a psycopathic, perpetually horny hand up the puppet asses of every living creature.
adam smith recognized "the invisible hand of capitalism." i lay claim to "the invisible hand of human relationships."
as the famous philosopher master p said: "life ain't nothin' but bitches and money."
was anyone aware that christians are the new jews? i just heard about the attack on easter. what a savages nation. i never realized that the 85 hristian minority in this country was withstanding such persecutional onslaughts.
frankly i wasn't even aware that there were any christians left in this country. are they all in hiding? is this why they don't speak out? i am hereby starting a "save the christians" fund (tax-deductable, of course. checks payable to "cash").
dog bless bill o'reilly and tom delay and rick scarborough and james dobson for pioneering the "save christianity" movement. here's a protest picture of a handful of christians' futile attempts to stem persecution from the homosexual-dominated american majority:
before you know it the reference to "god" in the pledge of allegiance will be ousted. what then? one nation, under canada? concentration camps for christians and evangelicals? we have to stem the tide of secularism right now before we all start treating people as equals, respecting other religions, and, god forbid, embracing actual humanitarian efforts.
lest we want our children being taught that dinosaurs and humans did not co-exist, they'll grow up thinking that "the flintstones" is fiction. uh, yabba-dabba-DUH liberal jew media, the earth is olny 6,000 years old. get a bible-loving clue.
praise christ.
a wave of sociopathy just swept over me, exactly as they used to in lives past. my sociopathic tendencies used to be hard core in ye olden days, but since all the mood stabilizers i'm constantly on mitigate whatever inherent bete noires my physiology perpetuates, i'm happily ensconced in the middle, on the journey towards pastel averages.
i'd like a second opinion on this quote i heard the other day: "comedy is tragedy plus time." i guess it holds true for certain things, but no one rule can encompass the innumberable facets that go into comedy. anachronisms can be funny, sure. making fun of terri schiavo -- not so funny during the days leading up to her death (although i did dip into some pre-mortem humor, tactless bastard i am), but a year later, GOLD!
brecht. i grow acerbic of this journey; pondering, weak and weary.
maxim magazine sent me a free copy of their 100th issue, self-heralded as a "mind-altering special collector's edition." how could i not.
this is a men's magazine right? sort of a scaled-back playboy?
everyone in here is very shiny. lots of chicks in scant two-pieces and homosexual male models guised as metrosexuals. plenty of ads for cigarettes, chewing tobacco, alcohol and cologne. i picture broke college guys leafing through the magazine, rubbing cologne samples on their necks and pictures of jessica simpson on their crotches, all while pretending that $3.00 half-gallon of president's choice brand rum they're drinking is actually the new bacardi grandmelon.
just as all those thirtysomething iowa farmers' wives "sex and the city" die-hards watch the show thikning how much they have in common with carrie bradshaw and her fabulous, swinging, single, manhattan lifestyle.
why would one subscribe to maxim? i understand liking to look at hot ladies but doesn't everyone know there's free porn out there? moving pictures with sound. thanks internet.
maxim ---> garbage
a headline in the washington post today read "scores killed by quakes in iran." initially i thought it said "quakers" instead of "quakes" and wondered if somehow quakers were coerced by the bush administration into preemptively attacking iran. "there be weapons of mass idleness in iran there brothers -- time to raise a barn of pain and churn some chaos." it's sad those are the only things about quakers and the amish i know. also the no likey electricity.
incidentally how much will local radio stations play a flock of seagulls if we do publicly bomb iran? they love the obvious cheese of such jokes.
final four weekend: in another life i was an avid college basketball fan, now i'm not an avid anything. as usual i'm pulling for ucla to beat lsu just so the locals have to suck down some disappointment. yes i am that vindictive. if george mason was in my final four bracket a few weeks ago i'd be rolling around in uncut cocaine right now. but probably not. for now tony chachere's will have to do.
appropo of nothing (or everything), here are gandhi's eight sins:
people en masse are oblivious to most things over four feet in front of and all things behind them. on maslow's hierarchy they are the lower-tier life-long revelers (thus the appeal of the lowest common denominator). they run on the wheel to get a pellet to run some more. just trees, no forests, no big pictures whatsoever. no sense of empathy or realization that differences in other humans exist arbitrarily in nature. dog forbid other people reside in the same planar world they do and may be affected by their running and pellet-eating, happy members of the ubiquitous ignorant fuckers association, for fuckers.
they're republicans, jocks, meatheads, elitists, c.e.o.'s, abramoffs, egotists, nurturing child impulses for revenge and possessions and one-upping everyone always just because. money and power aren't means to helping others, just ends in and of themselves. intellectual immaturity leaves their baser instincts free to run rampant and dictate their behavior, so they eschew compassion and thumb their noses at the poor and colored and blame them for being born poor and colored. get off your lazy ass and get a job, go back to mexico amigo.
the fervor perpetuates itself because it's easy; it requires no effort or sacrifice from anyone to blame wrongs on the wronged. it's easy to provoke a fight in the desert and send other people's family to back up your grandstanding with their lives. who wouldn't want such luxury? who wouldn't want the silver spoon birth? the view is great from the hijacked moral high ground.
look at the pyramid. how can that bulbous bottom level not cause me to be pessimistic? why does it have to get narrower towards the top? if there were a divine creator why would he/she/it/oprah have made it so?
i'm bitter. i need to stop reading local letters to the editor. fucking neanderthals. fuck them right in their cro-magnon asses.
i'm having odd cravings for licorice jelly beans and old tom and jerry cartoons, despite despising both. maybe the mind needs a refresher now and then of why it likes and dislikes certain things, especially with alcohol-addled brains like mine. dammit brain, why can't you repress the traumatic and highlight the instances, existent or non-, of personal resounding glory (because pinky, we're trying to take over the world)? fuck.
i watched a great woody allen movie (redundant) yesterday called "anything else." as of now i'm in the process of renting every woody allen movie via lackluster online. i am a woody allen fan. why only now? i don't know.
while watching internet porn last night on a site called "8th street latinas" it occurred to me, what many coporatists have been saying lately may have credence -- mexicans really do take the jobs americans don't want. snap!
it's sad and funny to watch racist xenophobes rail against the corporatists who like slave labor, in regard to the immigration hoo-ha. personally i love mexicans and the latino community as a whole. with the possible exception of george lopez -- he's just not funny.
i saw a video clip on the news yesterday of anti-protest protesters lighting the mexican flag on fire, saying "burn baby burn." my jaw literally dropped (not unlike the girl from "8th street latinas"). if i had to pick a race to lambaste lately it would be white americans. we suck hard.
why are color commentators for men's sports always men and those of women's sports are usually women? i ask this after an enthralling afternoon of texas a & m and olklahoma women's softball yesterday.
side note -- the UL softball team is ranked 13th in the nation. is that anything?
my laughing buddha tchochke was destroyed this weekend by my cat, uber (borth pictured left). i was heartbroken. i was on my knees repeatedly yelling "there is no god! there is no god!" now i'm worshipping my statue of a non-laughing, more pensive version of buddha. it's not as cheery, but is on top of my television so i can meditate and watch "trading spouses" at the same time.
incidentally, if you're wondering, i don't actually worship anything or watch "trading spouses." also, you shouldn't have been wondering.
myspace has sucked me in, addict-style. i must be the myspace target market: people mesmerized by flashing monitors both at work and home, few real-life friends, a lacking social life, possible self-esteem issues, and a yearning for acceptance and validation from strangers. the "phillip mythos" i can portray on my profile enables me to highlight what i view are my finer points, in all my me-ness.
HOWEVER, i make great strides not to misrepresent myself. inaccurate portrayals on a profile eventually become apparent when you actually meet someone face-to-face, if that is your goal. you always reap what you sow.
i like meeting people from myspace. i'm not one for approaching strangers in bars (at which time noone is really themselves thanks to lady liquor) and frankly have no idea how anyone meets anyone else anymore. it reminds me of a great "seinfeld" quote:
GEORGE: I read somewhere that this Brentano's is the place to meet girls in New York.
JERRY: First it was the health club, then the supermarket, now the bookstore. They could put it anywhere they want, no one's meetin' anybody.
so is the myspace phenomenon something that comes with an embarrassing social stigma? when someone asks how you met person x and you say "on the internet" is it still like saying "i'm a loser who couldn't hack it socially in the non-virtual world?" i'm just trying to keep my finger on the pulse, out of my ass.
while i'm on the myspace topic, it's odd that my goal is to make friends and yet i'm continually trying to whittle down my "friends" list. it seems counterintuitive.
as passover nears my mind is naturally preoccupied with christian fervor. jesus is making a comeback y'all; a "resurrection," if you will. he will lower the price of gas to $10.00 a barrel. he will assist rappers in winning emmy's because they spend $50,000 on diamond-studded crucifixes. he will help football teams win superbowls. he will help chastity dunwoody of cotter, arkansas, win the state lottery and buy cigarettes and more scratch-offs. he will denounce love between anyone but a man and a woman; jesus' definition of love is conditional. he will assassinate hugo chavez, smite the wicked, and finally put an end to the oppression of christians, the scant 90%.
and is there anything more sinful and heavenly than a gigantic cadbury creme egg? methinks not. however the pro-life, anti-choice community reveres eggs of all kinds and must therefore picket the secularism of passover -- how many innocent ounces of cream filling must be aborted before we as a society wake up?. the damn chocolate bunnies and baskets and egg hunts for children. won't soemone please think of the children? why must the cadbury bunny cluck like a chicken? identity crisis? i'll tell you what that is, that thar goddamned rabbit's a homuhsexial, that's what. because as everyone knows, fags cluck.
i'm in the research and develpment phase of internalizing the belief that all people, regardless of gender and any preaching and renunciation of stereotypical attractions to the opposite sex, are at their base motivated first and foremeost by looks. they'll renounce assholes but continue to adore them (i really should have been a better wife, it's my fault). it especially holds true for men, moreso in fact (or at least not as well concealed), but only because it's par for the course for the typical manly-man to objectify women.
you have varying degress of resolve and standards about what you cllaim to be "looking for" in someone else, but most of it is inherent, instinctual lower-maslow-level desire for a suitable birth mate. in colloquial terms, self-aggrandizing horse shit. it undermines every notion of intellectiual progression that humanity has made in terms of relationships.
sex columnists are full of shit, enabling and placating people's desire, imbuing it with noble notions of depth and not being superficial. but the superficiality always lies just beneath the surface (pardon the pun), manipulating the behavior of all.
it's a psycopathic, perpetually horny hand up the puppet asses of every living creature.
adam smith recognized "the invisible hand of capitalism." i lay claim to "the invisible hand of human relationships."
as the famous philosopher master p said: "life ain't nothin' but bitches and money."
was anyone aware that christians are the new jews? i just heard about the attack on easter. what a savages nation. i never realized that the 85 hristian minority in this country was withstanding such persecutional onslaughts.
frankly i wasn't even aware that there were any christians left in this country. are they all in hiding? is this why they don't speak out? i am hereby starting a "save the christians" fund (tax-deductable, of course. checks payable to "cash").
dog bless bill o'reilly and tom delay and rick scarborough and james dobson for pioneering the "save christianity" movement. here's a protest picture of a handful of christians' futile attempts to stem persecution from the homosexual-dominated american majority:
before you know it the reference to "god" in the pledge of allegiance will be ousted. what then? one nation, under canada? concentration camps for christians and evangelicals? we have to stem the tide of secularism right now before we all start treating people as equals, respecting other religions, and, god forbid, embracing actual humanitarian efforts.
lest we want our children being taught that dinosaurs and humans did not co-exist, they'll grow up thinking that "the flintstones" is fiction. uh, yabba-dabba-DUH liberal jew media, the earth is olny 6,000 years old. get a bible-loving clue.
praise christ.
a wave of sociopathy just swept over me, exactly as they used to in lives past. my sociopathic tendencies used to be hard core in ye olden days, but since all the mood stabilizers i'm constantly on mitigate whatever inherent bete noires my physiology perpetuates, i'm happily ensconced in the middle, on the journey towards pastel averages.
i'd like a second opinion on this quote i heard the other day: "comedy is tragedy plus time." i guess it holds true for certain things, but no one rule can encompass the innumberable facets that go into comedy. anachronisms can be funny, sure. making fun of terri schiavo -- not so funny during the days leading up to her death (although i did dip into some pre-mortem humor, tactless bastard i am), but a year later, GOLD!
brecht. i grow acerbic of this journey; pondering, weak and weary.
maxim magazine sent me a free copy of their 100th issue, self-heralded as a "mind-altering special collector's edition." how could i not.
this is a men's magazine right? sort of a scaled-back playboy?
everyone in here is very shiny. lots of chicks in scant two-pieces and homosexual male models guised as metrosexuals. plenty of ads for cigarettes, chewing tobacco, alcohol and cologne. i picture broke college guys leafing through the magazine, rubbing cologne samples on their necks and pictures of jessica simpson on their crotches, all while pretending that $3.00 half-gallon of president's choice brand rum they're drinking is actually the new bacardi grandmelon.
just as all those thirtysomething iowa farmers' wives "sex and the city" die-hards watch the show thikning how much they have in common with carrie bradshaw and her fabulous, swinging, single, manhattan lifestyle.
why would one subscribe to maxim? i understand liking to look at hot ladies but doesn't everyone know there's free porn out there? moving pictures with sound. thanks internet.
maxim ---> garbage
a headline in the washington post today read "scores killed by quakes in iran." initially i thought it said "quakers" instead of "quakes" and wondered if somehow quakers were coerced by the bush administration into preemptively attacking iran. "there be weapons of mass idleness in iran there brothers -- time to raise a barn of pain and churn some chaos." it's sad those are the only things about quakers and the amish i know. also the no likey electricity.
incidentally how much will local radio stations play a flock of seagulls if we do publicly bomb iran? they love the obvious cheese of such jokes.
final four weekend: in another life i was an avid college basketball fan, now i'm not an avid anything. as usual i'm pulling for ucla to beat lsu just so the locals have to suck down some disappointment. yes i am that vindictive. if george mason was in my final four bracket a few weeks ago i'd be rolling around in uncut cocaine right now. but probably not. for now tony chachere's will have to do.
appropo of nothing (or everything), here are gandhi's eight sins:
- wealth without work
- pleasure without conscience
- commerce without morality
- worship without sacrifice
- politics without principle
- rights without responsibility
- knowledge without character
- science without humanity
people en masse are oblivious to most things over four feet in front of and all things behind them. on maslow's hierarchy they are the lower-tier life-long revelers (thus the appeal of the lowest common denominator). they run on the wheel to get a pellet to run some more. just trees, no forests, no big pictures whatsoever. no sense of empathy or realization that differences in other humans exist arbitrarily in nature. dog forbid other people reside in the same planar world they do and may be affected by their running and pellet-eating, happy members of the ubiquitous ignorant fuckers association, for fuckers.
they're republicans, jocks, meatheads, elitists, c.e.o.'s, abramoffs, egotists, nurturing child impulses for revenge and possessions and one-upping everyone always just because. money and power aren't means to helping others, just ends in and of themselves. intellectual immaturity leaves their baser instincts free to run rampant and dictate their behavior, so they eschew compassion and thumb their noses at the poor and colored and blame them for being born poor and colored. get off your lazy ass and get a job, go back to mexico amigo.
the fervor perpetuates itself because it's easy; it requires no effort or sacrifice from anyone to blame wrongs on the wronged. it's easy to provoke a fight in the desert and send other people's family to back up your grandstanding with their lives. who wouldn't want such luxury? who wouldn't want the silver spoon birth? the view is great from the hijacked moral high ground.
look at the pyramid. how can that bulbous bottom level not cause me to be pessimistic? why does it have to get narrower towards the top? if there were a divine creator why would he/she/it/oprah have made it so?
i'm bitter. i need to stop reading local letters to the editor. fucking neanderthals. fuck them right in their cro-magnon asses.
i'm having odd cravings for licorice jelly beans and old tom and jerry cartoons, despite despising both. maybe the mind needs a refresher now and then of why it likes and dislikes certain things, especially with alcohol-addled brains like mine. dammit brain, why can't you repress the traumatic and highlight the instances, existent or non-, of personal resounding glory (because pinky, we're trying to take over the world)? fuck.
i watched a great woody allen movie (redundant) yesterday called "anything else." as of now i'm in the process of renting every woody allen movie via lackluster online. i am a woody allen fan. why only now? i don't know.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
let my pickles go
every time i go to wal-mart i leave with a sore throat. my theory is that i arbitrarily hold my breath around alot of the patrons without noticing. also wal-mart just sucks the life out of everything. pushing a cart up/down aisles made me want to xanax myself into a coma and smoke my way to blacklung.
why all the fluorescents? cheaper? it seems most businesses use them -- to stem relaxation in employees/customers? blimey.
easter is coming, easter is coming! everyone smear blood over your doors so the ghost of charlton heston won't kill your first born son with a shotgun (it's his right as an american dammit).
i was once catholic. waking up on easter morning to find a basket of candy and accoutrement was the bee's knees. going to church thereafter was not. the same held true for christmas mornings -- you wake up to a bevy of new presents and can't open them until after a six-hour church service. not really six hours, but a child's well of patience does not spring eternal, so it seemed so.
my conclusion: chocolate jesus much better than cardboard communion jesus.
masses during easter and christmas are hilarious. people who only go to church on the highest of holies never know when to stand/sit/kneel. it's so awkward. i may attend easter mass this weekend just for the entertainment. protly not though.
the reading of "the passion" is funny too. the congregation passively mumbling "crucify him, crucify him" would make baby mel gibson cry. lots of going through the motions, which ostensibly is what organized religion is anyway.
why all the fluorescents? cheaper? it seems most businesses use them -- to stem relaxation in employees/customers? blimey.
easter is coming, easter is coming! everyone smear blood over your doors so the ghost of charlton heston won't kill your first born son with a shotgun (it's his right as an american dammit).
i was once catholic. waking up on easter morning to find a basket of candy and accoutrement was the bee's knees. going to church thereafter was not. the same held true for christmas mornings -- you wake up to a bevy of new presents and can't open them until after a six-hour church service. not really six hours, but a child's well of patience does not spring eternal, so it seemed so.
my conclusion: chocolate jesus much better than cardboard communion jesus.
masses during easter and christmas are hilarious. people who only go to church on the highest of holies never know when to stand/sit/kneel. it's so awkward. i may attend easter mass this weekend just for the entertainment. protly not though.
the reading of "the passion" is funny too. the congregation passively mumbling "crucify him, crucify him" would make baby mel gibson cry. lots of going through the motions, which ostensibly is what organized religion is anyway.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
still bloggin'
i do still blog, just not here. i'm addicted to myspace -- http://blog.myspace.com/18410551
i got tired of posting in two places at once.
i got tired of posting in two places at once.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
join the resistance: fall in love
i read this on crimethinc.com (thanks jenny) and it's profoundly affecting me, i think:
Join the Resistance: Fall in Love
Falling in love is the ultimate act of revolution, of resistance to today's tedious, socially restrictive, culturally constrictive, humanly meaningless world.
Love transforms the world. Where the lover formerly felt boredom, he now feels passion. Where she once was complacent, she now is excited and compelled to self-asserting action. The world which once seemed empty and tiresome becomes filled with meaning, filled with risks and rewards, with majesty and danger. Life for the lover is a gift, an adventure with the highest possible stakes; every moment is memorable, heartbreaking in its fleeting beauty. When he falls in love, a man who once felt disoriented, alienated, and confused will know exactly what he wants. Suddenly his existence will make sense to him; suddenly it becomes valuable, even glorious and noble, to him. Burning passion is an antidote that will cure the worst cases of despair and resigned obedience.
Love makes it possible for individuals to connect to others in a meaningful way—it impels them to leave their shells and risk being honest and spontaneous together, to come to know each other in profound ways. Thus love makes it possible for them to care about each other genuinely, rather than at the end of the gun of Christian doctrine. But at the same time, it plucks the lover out of the routines of everyday life and separates her from other human beings. She will feel a million miles away from the herd of humanity, living as she is in a world entirely different from theirs.
In this sense love is subversive, because it poses a threat to the established order of our modern lives. The boring rituals of workday productivity and socialized etiquette will no longer mean anything to a man who has fallen in love, for there are more important forces guiding him than mere inertia and deference to tradition. Marketing strategies that depend upon apathy or insecurity to sell the products that keep the economy running as it does will have no effect upon him. Entertainment designed for passive consumption, which depends upon exhaustion or cynicism in the viewer, will not interest him.
There is no place for the passionate, romantic lover in today's world, business or private. For he can see that it might be more worthwhile to hitchhike to Alaska (or to sit in the park and watch the clouds sail by) with his sweetheart than to study for his calculus exam or sell real estate, and if he decides that it is, he will have the courage to do it rather than be tormented by unsatisfied longing. He knows that breaking into a cemetery and making love under the stars will make for a much more memorable night than watching television ever could. So love poses a threat to our consumer-driven economy, which depends upon consumption of (largely useless) products and the labor that this consumption necessitates to perpetuate itself.
Similarly, love poses a threat to our political system, for it is difficult to convince a man who has a lot to live for in his personal relationships to be willing to fight and die for an abstraction such as the state; for that matter, it may be difficult to convince him to even pay taxes. It poses a threat to cultures of all kinds, for when human beings are given wisdom and valor by true love they will not be held back by traditions or customs which are irrelevant to the feelings that guide them.
Love even poses a threat to our society itself. Passionate love is ignored and feared by the bourgeoisie, for it poses a great danger to the stability and pretense they covet. Love permits no lies, no falsehoods, not even any polite half-truths, but lays all emotions bare and reveals secrets which domesticated men and women cannot bear. You cannot lie with your emotional and sexual response; situations or ideas will excite or repel you whether you like it or not, whether it is polite or not, whether it is advisable or not. One cannot be a lover and a (dreadfully) responsible, (dreadfully) respectable member of today's society at the same time; for love will impel you to do things which are not "responsible" or "respectable." True love is irresponsible, irrepressible, rebellious, scornful of cowardice, dangerous to the lover and everyone around her, for it serves one master alone: the passion that makes the human heart beat faster. It disdains anything else, be it self-preservation, obedience, or shame. Love urges men and women to heroism, and to antiheroism—to indefensible acts that need no defense for the one who loves.
For the lover speaks a different moral and emotional language than the typical bourgeois man does. The average bourgeois man has no overwhelming, smoldering desires. Sadly, all he knows is the silent despair that comes of spending his life pursuing goals set for him by his family, his educators, his employers, his nation, and his culture, without ever being able to even consider what needs and wants he might have of his own. Without the burning fire of desire to guide him, he has no criteria upon which to choose what is right and wrong for himself. Consequently he is forced to adopt some dogma or doctrine to direct him through his life. There are a wide variety of moralities to choose from in the marketplace of ideas, but which morality a man buys into is immaterial so long as he chooses one because he is at a loss otherwise as to what he should do with himself and his life. How many men and women, having never realized that they had the option to choose their own destinies, wander through life in a dull haze thinking and acting in accordance with the laws that have been taught to them, merely because they no longer have any other idea of what to do? But the lover needs no prefabricated principles to direct her; her desires identify what is right and wrong for her, for her heart guides her through life. She sees beauty and meaning in the world, because her desires paint the world in these colors. She has no need for dogmas, for moral systems, for commandments and imperatives, for she knows what to do without instructions.
Thus she does indeed pose quite a threat to our society. What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be! Certainly it would be different than it is now—and it is quite a truism that people from the "mainstream," the simultaneous keepers and victims of the status quo, fear change.
And so, despite the stereotyped images used in the media to sell toothpaste and honeymoon suites, genuine passionate love is discouraged in our culture. Being "carried away by your emotions" is frowned upon; instead we are raised to always be on our guard lest our hearts lead us astray. Rather than being encouraged to have the courage to face the consequences of risks taken in pursuit of our hearts' desires, we are counseled not to take risks at all, to be "responsible." And love itself is regulated. Men must not fall in love with other men, nor women with other women, nor individuals from different ethnic backgrounds with each other, or else the usual bigots who form the front-line offensive in the assault of modern Western culture upon the individual will step in. Men and women who have already entered into a legal/religious contract with each other are not to fall in love with anyone else, even if they no longer feel any passion for their marital partner. Love as most of us know it today is a carefully prescribed and preordained ritual, something that happens on Friday nights in expensive movie theaters and restaurants, something that fills the pockets of the shareholders in the entertainment industries without preventing workers from showing up to the office on time and ready to reroute phone calls all day long. This regulated, commercial "love" is nothing like the passionate, burning love that consumes the genuine lover. These restrictions, expectations, and regulations smother true love; for love is a wild flower that can never grow within the confines prepared for it but only appears where it is least expected.
We must fight against these cultural restraints that would cripple and smother our desires. For it is love that gives meaning to life, desire that makes it possible for us to make sense of our existence and find purpose in our lives. Without these, there is no way for us to determine how to live our lives, except to submit to some authority, to some god, master or doctrine that will tell us what to do and how to do it without ever giving us the satisfaction that self-determination does. So fall in love today, with men, with women, with music, with ambition, with yourself. . . with life!
One might say that it is ridiculous to implore others to fall in love—one either falls in love or one does not, it is not a choice that can be made consciously. Emotions do not follow the instructions of the rational mind. But the environment in which we must live out our lives has a great influence on our emotions, and we can make rational decisions that will affect this environment. It should be possible to work to change an environment that is hostile to love into an environment that will encourage it. Our task must be to engineer our world so that it is a world in which people can and do fall in love, and thus to reconstitute human beings so that we will be ready for the "revolution" spoken of in these pages—so that we will be able to find meaning and happiness in our lives.
What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be!
Join the Resistance: Fall in Love
Falling in love is the ultimate act of revolution, of resistance to today's tedious, socially restrictive, culturally constrictive, humanly meaningless world.
Love transforms the world. Where the lover formerly felt boredom, he now feels passion. Where she once was complacent, she now is excited and compelled to self-asserting action. The world which once seemed empty and tiresome becomes filled with meaning, filled with risks and rewards, with majesty and danger. Life for the lover is a gift, an adventure with the highest possible stakes; every moment is memorable, heartbreaking in its fleeting beauty. When he falls in love, a man who once felt disoriented, alienated, and confused will know exactly what he wants. Suddenly his existence will make sense to him; suddenly it becomes valuable, even glorious and noble, to him. Burning passion is an antidote that will cure the worst cases of despair and resigned obedience.
Love makes it possible for individuals to connect to others in a meaningful way—it impels them to leave their shells and risk being honest and spontaneous together, to come to know each other in profound ways. Thus love makes it possible for them to care about each other genuinely, rather than at the end of the gun of Christian doctrine. But at the same time, it plucks the lover out of the routines of everyday life and separates her from other human beings. She will feel a million miles away from the herd of humanity, living as she is in a world entirely different from theirs.
In this sense love is subversive, because it poses a threat to the established order of our modern lives. The boring rituals of workday productivity and socialized etiquette will no longer mean anything to a man who has fallen in love, for there are more important forces guiding him than mere inertia and deference to tradition. Marketing strategies that depend upon apathy or insecurity to sell the products that keep the economy running as it does will have no effect upon him. Entertainment designed for passive consumption, which depends upon exhaustion or cynicism in the viewer, will not interest him.
There is no place for the passionate, romantic lover in today's world, business or private. For he can see that it might be more worthwhile to hitchhike to Alaska (or to sit in the park and watch the clouds sail by) with his sweetheart than to study for his calculus exam or sell real estate, and if he decides that it is, he will have the courage to do it rather than be tormented by unsatisfied longing. He knows that breaking into a cemetery and making love under the stars will make for a much more memorable night than watching television ever could. So love poses a threat to our consumer-driven economy, which depends upon consumption of (largely useless) products and the labor that this consumption necessitates to perpetuate itself.
Similarly, love poses a threat to our political system, for it is difficult to convince a man who has a lot to live for in his personal relationships to be willing to fight and die for an abstraction such as the state; for that matter, it may be difficult to convince him to even pay taxes. It poses a threat to cultures of all kinds, for when human beings are given wisdom and valor by true love they will not be held back by traditions or customs which are irrelevant to the feelings that guide them.
Love even poses a threat to our society itself. Passionate love is ignored and feared by the bourgeoisie, for it poses a great danger to the stability and pretense they covet. Love permits no lies, no falsehoods, not even any polite half-truths, but lays all emotions bare and reveals secrets which domesticated men and women cannot bear. You cannot lie with your emotional and sexual response; situations or ideas will excite or repel you whether you like it or not, whether it is polite or not, whether it is advisable or not. One cannot be a lover and a (dreadfully) responsible, (dreadfully) respectable member of today's society at the same time; for love will impel you to do things which are not "responsible" or "respectable." True love is irresponsible, irrepressible, rebellious, scornful of cowardice, dangerous to the lover and everyone around her, for it serves one master alone: the passion that makes the human heart beat faster. It disdains anything else, be it self-preservation, obedience, or shame. Love urges men and women to heroism, and to antiheroism—to indefensible acts that need no defense for the one who loves.
For the lover speaks a different moral and emotional language than the typical bourgeois man does. The average bourgeois man has no overwhelming, smoldering desires. Sadly, all he knows is the silent despair that comes of spending his life pursuing goals set for him by his family, his educators, his employers, his nation, and his culture, without ever being able to even consider what needs and wants he might have of his own. Without the burning fire of desire to guide him, he has no criteria upon which to choose what is right and wrong for himself. Consequently he is forced to adopt some dogma or doctrine to direct him through his life. There are a wide variety of moralities to choose from in the marketplace of ideas, but which morality a man buys into is immaterial so long as he chooses one because he is at a loss otherwise as to what he should do with himself and his life. How many men and women, having never realized that they had the option to choose their own destinies, wander through life in a dull haze thinking and acting in accordance with the laws that have been taught to them, merely because they no longer have any other idea of what to do? But the lover needs no prefabricated principles to direct her; her desires identify what is right and wrong for her, for her heart guides her through life. She sees beauty and meaning in the world, because her desires paint the world in these colors. She has no need for dogmas, for moral systems, for commandments and imperatives, for she knows what to do without instructions.
Thus she does indeed pose quite a threat to our society. What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be! Certainly it would be different than it is now—and it is quite a truism that people from the "mainstream," the simultaneous keepers and victims of the status quo, fear change.
And so, despite the stereotyped images used in the media to sell toothpaste and honeymoon suites, genuine passionate love is discouraged in our culture. Being "carried away by your emotions" is frowned upon; instead we are raised to always be on our guard lest our hearts lead us astray. Rather than being encouraged to have the courage to face the consequences of risks taken in pursuit of our hearts' desires, we are counseled not to take risks at all, to be "responsible." And love itself is regulated. Men must not fall in love with other men, nor women with other women, nor individuals from different ethnic backgrounds with each other, or else the usual bigots who form the front-line offensive in the assault of modern Western culture upon the individual will step in. Men and women who have already entered into a legal/religious contract with each other are not to fall in love with anyone else, even if they no longer feel any passion for their marital partner. Love as most of us know it today is a carefully prescribed and preordained ritual, something that happens on Friday nights in expensive movie theaters and restaurants, something that fills the pockets of the shareholders in the entertainment industries without preventing workers from showing up to the office on time and ready to reroute phone calls all day long. This regulated, commercial "love" is nothing like the passionate, burning love that consumes the genuine lover. These restrictions, expectations, and regulations smother true love; for love is a wild flower that can never grow within the confines prepared for it but only appears where it is least expected.
We must fight against these cultural restraints that would cripple and smother our desires. For it is love that gives meaning to life, desire that makes it possible for us to make sense of our existence and find purpose in our lives. Without these, there is no way for us to determine how to live our lives, except to submit to some authority, to some god, master or doctrine that will tell us what to do and how to do it without ever giving us the satisfaction that self-determination does. So fall in love today, with men, with women, with music, with ambition, with yourself. . . with life!
One might say that it is ridiculous to implore others to fall in love—one either falls in love or one does not, it is not a choice that can be made consciously. Emotions do not follow the instructions of the rational mind. But the environment in which we must live out our lives has a great influence on our emotions, and we can make rational decisions that will affect this environment. It should be possible to work to change an environment that is hostile to love into an environment that will encourage it. Our task must be to engineer our world so that it is a world in which people can and do fall in love, and thus to reconstitute human beings so that we will be ready for the "revolution" spoken of in these pages—so that we will be able to find meaning and happiness in our lives.
What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
letter to the editor
If Cindy Sheehan could camp outside Bush's ranch to protest the Iraq war, then I can set a camp outside the White House to support the pre-emptive strike policy of our national security strategy?
Pre-emptive strike policy is not only our superdoctrine but also a military strategy to save lives, time and a great many of our resources.
The White House has reaffirmed the pre-emptive strike policy. Whether you are white, black, brown or yellow, you should support our national goal, which assures you the right to pre-emptively attack any enemy states or terrorist groups seeking weapons of mass destruction.
We cannot stand and watch dangers coming to us. If other measures fail, pre-emptive attack is our first choice to deal with our enemies.
Iran tops the list of nations threatening the U.S.
The North Korea weapons program is a serious nuclear proliferation challenge.
Syria harbors terrorists and sponsors terrorist activities.
Pre-emptive attack is what we use to avert a war. We don't like war, but when needed, pre-emptive attack could calm down our enemies, make them frustrated and offer them a right motive to their retreats.
Our adversaries' schemes cannot be overlooked. Pre-emptive attack surely affects their aggressive policy and stubborn attitude. In short, enemies should be subjected to being friendly with us, living in harmony with neighbors and making their regions better off.
I'm very proud to be an American. Christians, Buddhists, Hindus and Muslims can live together in peace in the United States.
Let's fully support the pre-emptive strike policy to keep America beautiful, more secure and safe.
Quang Dao
Lafayette
Pre-emptive strike policy is not only our superdoctrine but also a military strategy to save lives, time and a great many of our resources.
The White House has reaffirmed the pre-emptive strike policy. Whether you are white, black, brown or yellow, you should support our national goal, which assures you the right to pre-emptively attack any enemy states or terrorist groups seeking weapons of mass destruction.
We cannot stand and watch dangers coming to us. If other measures fail, pre-emptive attack is our first choice to deal with our enemies.
Iran tops the list of nations threatening the U.S.
The North Korea weapons program is a serious nuclear proliferation challenge.
Syria harbors terrorists and sponsors terrorist activities.
Pre-emptive attack is what we use to avert a war. We don't like war, but when needed, pre-emptive attack could calm down our enemies, make them frustrated and offer them a right motive to their retreats.
Our adversaries' schemes cannot be overlooked. Pre-emptive attack surely affects their aggressive policy and stubborn attitude. In short, enemies should be subjected to being friendly with us, living in harmony with neighbors and making their regions better off.
I'm very proud to be an American. Christians, Buddhists, Hindus and Muslims can live together in peace in the United States.
Let's fully support the pre-emptive strike policy to keep America beautiful, more secure and safe.
Quang Dao
Lafayette
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
cultivate the doubt, susan
republican unity, democrat in-fighting? "plan" versus "no plan?"
Bertrand Russell
1872-1970
British Philosopher, Mathematician, Essayist
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts.
Bertrand Russell
1872-1970
British Philosopher, Mathematician, Essayist
Friday, March 17, 2006
we're alone?
"coalition of the willing" is a ludicrous, jackassed coinage. why not "coalition of the coaliters" or "group of the group members?" fuck almighty. has there ever been a coalition of dissenters? if not we should form one. why is this on my mind.
currently listening to:
the high violets
i wear no green today, but god bless the catholic faith, that celebrates the day recognizing a saint by getting piss-drunk and beating up each other. mmmmmmm that's good religion.
"he teaches us how to love! shut up before i kill you!"
ima go home and eat xanbars and doritos and spend quality face time with my pillow. i'll buy a six-pack and pour it on the ground in front of a homeless person and/or a catholic.
my comfortable couch has fleas all over it thanks to cat. ladies' home journal online told me to sprinkle salt on it to get rid of the fleas. the fleas are gone, but now when i wake up from a nap i'm really thirsty. currently listening to:the high violets
to where you are (2006)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
fuck democrats too
why russ feingold is the only person i'd feel good about voting for in 2008:
it seems like democrats sieze every opportunity to miss an opportunity. the dash paul hackett and they'll do the same to feingold.I’m amazed at Democrats, cowering with this president’s numbers so low. The administration just has to raise the specter of the war and the Democrats run and hide…too many Democrats are going to do the same thing they did in 2000 and 2004. In the face of this, they’ll say we’d better just focus on domestic issues…[Democrats shouldn’t] cower to the argument, that whatever you do, if you question administration, you’re helping the terrorists.
welcome to the occupation
my job is not horrible. it's easy like sunday morning. i'm fortunate and blessed (by on-star) that i even have one, much less one in which i have a fair boss, pleasant co-workers, a relatively stress-free environment, little supervision and vacation time.
so why do i LOATHE it? i constantly remind myself that the job facilitates my lifestyle and enjoyment when not working, but incessantly i'm thinking "FUCK i would be so happy if i could stay home all the damn time doing diggedy-damn nothing and shove this job."
it's a great paradox: you can't enjoy time in your life without dedicating 40 hours a week to contributing something to the marketplace. sure, some people (claim to) like their job. but i bet if you asked them if they'd rather be home the answer would be resounding in the affirmative.
i just hate having to be productive some of the time to be completely unproductive the rest. it seems like such a waste of life, this temporary speck of time we are afforded on earth. i tend toward ahteism more with each passing day so i'm doubting that little else exists beyond this planar existence.
so what sense does it make to spend 40 hours, roughly 25%, of the week (consider that another third -- or what i like to call 33% -- goes towards sleep) NOT experiencing some ethereal joi de vivre?
unless you put more value into being a cog of civilization and a functional global society, but at the moment our society doesn't seem to be very civilized OR functional, so i wonder what the hell i'm doing. what we're all doing.
life has become this massive imbroglio of injustice, futility, commercialism, murder, moral superiority, moral relativity, nihilism, antipathy, semantics, capitalism, corporate crime, triangulation, mad cow, bird flu, mardi gras, aspartame, short sight, american idol, wal-mart, nazi popes, the death of fact, desperate housewives, child labor, free trade, insurance, melting icecaps, taxidermy, money, power, greed, paris hilton, the ninth ward, prejudice, orwell, censorship, lunch breaks, fox news, bad drivers, poverty, southern strategies, eavesdropping, despotism, nascar, and unrestrained id stinking and premeating every human action.
intellectual curiosity abandoned this ship many moons ago.
obviously my glass is 3/4 empty, not necessarily about my own station in life but that of the world. what's the real kicker is that even those who are aware of the above, you included, will read this and think "god this all really is shitty," and immediately start wondering what to wear tomorrow or where to get drunk this weekend.
joaquin phoenix's character had a line in "hotel rwanda": "If people see this footage, they'll say, 'oh my god, that's terrible,' and they'll go on eating their dinners."
i can't quit the job, and if everyone did there would be chaos. my point is just that even with this mundane "order," we don't seem far from chaos anyway.
so why do i LOATHE it? i constantly remind myself that the job facilitates my lifestyle and enjoyment when not working, but incessantly i'm thinking "FUCK i would be so happy if i could stay home all the damn time doing diggedy-damn nothing and shove this job."
it's a great paradox: you can't enjoy time in your life without dedicating 40 hours a week to contributing something to the marketplace. sure, some people (claim to) like their job. but i bet if you asked them if they'd rather be home the answer would be resounding in the affirmative.
i just hate having to be productive some of the time to be completely unproductive the rest. it seems like such a waste of life, this temporary speck of time we are afforded on earth. i tend toward ahteism more with each passing day so i'm doubting that little else exists beyond this planar existence.
so what sense does it make to spend 40 hours, roughly 25%, of the week (consider that another third -- or what i like to call 33% -- goes towards sleep) NOT experiencing some ethereal joi de vivre?
unless you put more value into being a cog of civilization and a functional global society, but at the moment our society doesn't seem to be very civilized OR functional, so i wonder what the hell i'm doing. what we're all doing.
life has become this massive imbroglio of injustice, futility, commercialism, murder, moral superiority, moral relativity, nihilism, antipathy, semantics, capitalism, corporate crime, triangulation, mad cow, bird flu, mardi gras, aspartame, short sight, american idol, wal-mart, nazi popes, the death of fact, desperate housewives, child labor, free trade, insurance, melting icecaps, taxidermy, money, power, greed, paris hilton, the ninth ward, prejudice, orwell, censorship, lunch breaks, fox news, bad drivers, poverty, southern strategies, eavesdropping, despotism, nascar, and unrestrained id stinking and premeating every human action.
intellectual curiosity abandoned this ship many moons ago.
obviously my glass is 3/4 empty, not necessarily about my own station in life but that of the world. what's the real kicker is that even those who are aware of the above, you included, will read this and think "god this all really is shitty," and immediately start wondering what to wear tomorrow or where to get drunk this weekend.
joaquin phoenix's character had a line in "hotel rwanda": "If people see this footage, they'll say, 'oh my god, that's terrible,' and they'll go on eating their dinners."
i can't quit the job, and if everyone did there would be chaos. my point is just that even with this mundane "order," we don't seem far from chaos anyway.
Friday, March 10, 2006
bareback mount him
jesus man, what a complete chuckle-fuck i've been with the blogging. i don't feel bad about the lack of motivation but lament not writing regularly. it's exercise for the brain and i'm turning into a fat sack of crap.
i had a noteworthy thought about the oscars last weekend but forgot what it was. i'm liking george clooney more and more, always liked phil-sey-hoff, pregnant rachel weisz is still so hot want to touch the hiney, "crash" was decent but not the best. find me a more comprehensive conglomeration of b-list actors in one movie. double dog dare.
doesn't "ang lee" sound like an asian trying to say "angry?" that's not very p.c. of me. i imagine that his mom was really pissed about having a baby.
it's strange that "six shooter" won best live action short film. i had money one "the last farm."
months ago i loaned my copy of "arrested development" season 1 to a friend (a friend no longer, no sir) who has since been incommunicado. so bad is my jones for some un-wholesome bluth family fun that i just ordered another copy. it's the closest thing to a bible i currently have, which sounds ridiculous, but it really does give me solace to watch episodes over and over. it's right up there with gandhi.
no touching!
i had a noteworthy thought about the oscars last weekend but forgot what it was. i'm liking george clooney more and more, always liked phil-sey-hoff, pregnant rachel weisz is still so hot want to touch the hiney, "crash" was decent but not the best. find me a more comprehensive conglomeration of b-list actors in one movie. double dog dare.
doesn't "ang lee" sound like an asian trying to say "angry?" that's not very p.c. of me. i imagine that his mom was really pissed about having a baby.
it's strange that "six shooter" won best live action short film. i had money one "the last farm."
months ago i loaned my copy of "arrested development" season 1 to a friend (a friend no longer, no sir) who has since been incommunicado. so bad is my jones for some un-wholesome bluth family fun that i just ordered another copy. it's the closest thing to a bible i currently have, which sounds ridiculous, but it really does give me solace to watch episodes over and over. it's right up there with gandhi.
no touching!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Come, waste time reading an inane quiz I wasted time answering
70 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DON'T DO KNOW ABOUT ME:
1. DO YOU SNORE?
I love s'mores but haven't had any in forever.
2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?
Neither really
3. WHAT ARE YOUR WORST FEARS?
The unknown and the bomb.
4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?
Not a "maniac," but definitely avid.
6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
No.
7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY
I was never a baby. I'm one of the pod people.
8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?
At the moment, it seems.
9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?
Black. And white.
10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
Shower?
11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?
No.
12. ANY SECRET TALENT?
Witty quiz responses.
13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?
My bed.
14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?
Not. At. All.
15. CAN YOU SWIM?
Yes.
16. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?
Yes.
17. DO YOU CARE ABOUT THE OZONE?
Very much.
18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP?
116.
19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?
Only if I'm drunk and have to do it in front of a cop.
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?
Mostly "in" it, not "on" it.
21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?
No. One-and-a-half brothers.
22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?
Electric because you can stick other stuff in there to see what happens.
23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?
It is abominable, unless you rely on it for life.
24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
No -- marriage is a hinderance on monogamy.
25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING
I'm in love with my handwriting.
26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?
Nothing, although I get really uncomfortable around people in hospitals.
27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU "?
1992.
28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE?
Elvis... I'm sure there are plenty of Elvises alive out there.
30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Either fertilized or used for stem cell research.
31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?
Janeane Garofalo died her hair blonde once and she was still very smart.
32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?
In the other shoe when it falls.
33. WHAT TIME IS IT?
Peanut butter jelly time!
34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME(s)?
Several.
35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?
Yes.
36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?
1992 -- I said "I love you" to someone and they threw me out of while it was moving. I can't bring myself to ride in a car ever since.
37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?
Neither. (Showers)
38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?
As real as William Gee.
39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?
I'll take what I can get.
40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
The dark? No. The light? A resounding yes.
41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?
Sleep and oxygen.
42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?
Crunchy. Peanut butter jelly time!
43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?
Let's hope not.
44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?
No.
45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?
13.
46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
Not in this world.
47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER
Yes, thanks to drugs.
48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
Hazel.
50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
It has its moments.
51. WHOSE LIFE IS BETTER?
What nard-garbler wrote these questions?
52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?
Obviously not or I never would have started this quiz.
54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?
Piano, saxomaphone, some guitar, clitoris.
55. HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN MONEY?
Technically? Yes.
56. DO YOU LOVE SOMEBODY?
Several people.
57. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDNT?
Someone I shouldn't know or shouldn't like? Fuck you quiz-writer!
58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?
I don't laugh.
59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
Nah.
60. ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?
I'd rather have a human female, but greasing up a dog's ass may work for some. Different strokes, whatever.
61. YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?
Well, I don't believe in marriage so divorce is pretty irrelevant. Actually scratch that, it's because I believe in divorce that I don't believe in marriage.
62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?
I'd rather not imitate Michael Jackson in any way. Maybe his bank account.
63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?
Nope, nevr.
64. IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?
Fuck you.
65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE
A baby.
66. DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?
Not on my nails.
67. HAVE YOU EVER STAYED UP ALL NIGHT
Are we talking priaprism? (Look it up)
68. WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIALS?
Generally all of them.
69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?
I don't even know what that is.
70. FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT?
Unfair question. Also, fuck you.
1. DO YOU SNORE?
I love s'mores but haven't had any in forever.
2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?
Neither really
3. WHAT ARE YOUR WORST FEARS?
The unknown and the bomb.
4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?
Not a "maniac," but definitely avid.
6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
No.
7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY
I was never a baby. I'm one of the pod people.
8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?
At the moment, it seems.
9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?
Black. And white.
10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
Shower?
11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?
No.
12. ANY SECRET TALENT?
Witty quiz responses.
13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?
My bed.
14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?
Not. At. All.
15. CAN YOU SWIM?
Yes.
16. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?
Yes.
17. DO YOU CARE ABOUT THE OZONE?
Very much.
18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP?
116.
19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?
Only if I'm drunk and have to do it in front of a cop.
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?
Mostly "in" it, not "on" it.
21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?
No. One-and-a-half brothers.
22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?
Electric because you can stick other stuff in there to see what happens.
23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?
It is abominable, unless you rely on it for life.
24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
No -- marriage is a hinderance on monogamy.
25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING
I'm in love with my handwriting.
26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?
Nothing, although I get really uncomfortable around people in hospitals.
27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU "?
1992.
28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE?
Elvis... I'm sure there are plenty of Elvises alive out there.
30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Either fertilized or used for stem cell research.
31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?
Janeane Garofalo died her hair blonde once and she was still very smart.
32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?
In the other shoe when it falls.
33. WHAT TIME IS IT?
Peanut butter jelly time!
34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME(s)?
Several.
35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?
Yes.
36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?
1992 -- I said "I love you" to someone and they threw me out of while it was moving. I can't bring myself to ride in a car ever since.
37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?
Neither. (Showers)
38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?
As real as William Gee.
39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?
I'll take what I can get.
40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
The dark? No. The light? A resounding yes.
41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?
Sleep and oxygen.
42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?
Crunchy. Peanut butter jelly time!
43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?
Let's hope not.
44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?
No.
45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?
13.
46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
Not in this world.
47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER
Yes, thanks to drugs.
48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
Hazel.
50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
It has its moments.
51. WHOSE LIFE IS BETTER?
What nard-garbler wrote these questions?
52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?
Obviously not or I never would have started this quiz.
54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?
Piano, saxomaphone, some guitar, clitoris.
55. HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN MONEY?
Technically? Yes.
56. DO YOU LOVE SOMEBODY?
Several people.
57. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDNT?
Someone I shouldn't know or shouldn't like? Fuck you quiz-writer!
58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?
I don't laugh.
59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
Nah.
60. ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?
I'd rather have a human female, but greasing up a dog's ass may work for some. Different strokes, whatever.
61. YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?
Well, I don't believe in marriage so divorce is pretty irrelevant. Actually scratch that, it's because I believe in divorce that I don't believe in marriage.
62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?
I'd rather not imitate Michael Jackson in any way. Maybe his bank account.
63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?
Nope, nevr.
64. IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?
Fuck you.
65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE
A baby.
66. DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?
Not on my nails.
67. HAVE YOU EVER STAYED UP ALL NIGHT
Are we talking priaprism? (Look it up)
68. WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIALS?
Generally all of them.
69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?
I don't even know what that is.
70. FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT?
Unfair question. Also, fuck you.
Friday, March 03, 2006
a post you probably won't read until monday because you have lives
words hover above meaninglessness. we use them to communicate and assign what are at best loose definitions to the abstract and not-so-abstract (all things), but essentially they mean nothing. you are not what you say, you are not what you write, you are not your own self-image. all you are is what you do and what you love. tell me what you love and i'll know everything relevant about you.
as i age i notice that my circle offriends acquaintences changes consistently. how this happens i can't say, or whether it's a phenomenon specific to me or not. my own theory is that i get bored with people, who were probably bored with me from the get-go. i get bored, and annoyed, and feel taken for granted, and at some point cease to put up with it. i subsequently go through a social hiatus wherein i communicate very little with the outside world, recharge the chi, and get back to it. sunrise, sunset.
it's possible i'm too intolerant of others' bugaboos, which shouldn't be such big deals. fuck it, they're not really bugaboos so much as character flaws and emotional immaturity. to hell with them. at least to elsewhere with them.
but also i forget to pay more attention to the actions offriends than the words. i need to get a placard or something and hang it up in my bathroom to remind myself. no more piss down my back disguised as rain.
as i age i notice that my circle of
it's possible i'm too intolerant of others' bugaboos, which shouldn't be such big deals. fuck it, they're not really bugaboos so much as character flaws and emotional immaturity. to hell with them. at least to elsewhere with them.
but also i forget to pay more attention to the actions of
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
34%!
who are the minus-minds who STILL approve of this through-and-through douchelicker? it's like saying that you enjoy sandblasting your genitals in a swimming pool of salty lemon juice. i can wonder the same about that 23o approved of nixon right before he left the white house.
currently listening to:
feist
let it die (2005)
of course there's always a certain percentage who won't disapprove of bush regardless of what he does.
he raped a puppy? well, yes... because.. 9-11!
we now get news that he had another biking accident in scotland. oh how this tickles me:
US President George W Bush was waving to police when he fell off his bike at the G8 summit in Scotland last July, newly published police papers reveal.
The smash left Mr Bush with scrapes on his hands and arms, and the policeman needing crutches for an ankle injury.
At the time, Mr Bush laughed off the crash as a sign "I should act my age".
The police report confirms that Mr Bush later telephoned the injured policeman to ask how he was and to apologise.
The cause of the officer's injury was officially recorded as being "hit by a moving/falling object".
a falling object? so... many... jokes...
it's not a bad metaphor for his entire presidency. get this man some training wheels, or at least get h.w. running behind him with his hand on junior's seat.
currently listening to:feist
let it die (2005)
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
flat bluesday
as much as i bash mardi gras i do enjoy the day off. it's also the day before lent begins, and oh how i relish wholesome christian fasting. i have decided to give up alcohol/cigarettes for the month of march. not lent-related at all, just a coincidence. also i can eat only meat on fridays.
it's a good reality check to occasionally go an extended period of time without drinking just to make sure i'm not an -aholic, and to replenish my chi.
i live close enough to the parade routes to hear people celebrating good times from my bedroom. a past version of myself could easily wallow in depression as a result; "woe is me for being alone and not amongst the revelers," but now i couldn't be more grateful for the solitude.
here's hoping this is my last mardi gras in louisiana.
this specific day -- february 28, 2006 -- will hereby be known as the day of auditory slings and arrows. i should have known better than to think i would be immune, holed up in my apartment. but no. big hefty stinking NOOOOOOOOOO. the people who live behind me went the full nine: speakers bigger than a volkswagon, zydeco thumping and permeating my usually stolwart powers of ostriching. ultimately i've decided to just drink. tomorrow is the first of march and begins my month-long sobriety stint, so why not. laissez les blah blah rouler.
it's a good reality check to occasionally go an extended period of time without drinking just to make sure i'm not an -aholic, and to replenish my chi.
i live close enough to the parade routes to hear people celebrating good times from my bedroom. a past version of myself could easily wallow in depression as a result; "woe is me for being alone and not amongst the revelers," but now i couldn't be more grateful for the solitude.
here's hoping this is my last mardi gras in louisiana.
this specific day -- february 28, 2006 -- will hereby be known as the day of auditory slings and arrows. i should have known better than to think i would be immune, holed up in my apartment. but no. big hefty stinking NOOOOOOOOOO. the people who live behind me went the full nine: speakers bigger than a volkswagon, zydeco thumping and permeating my usually stolwart powers of ostriching. ultimately i've decided to just drink. tomorrow is the first of march and begins my month-long sobriety stint, so why not. laissez les blah blah rouler.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
the port authority
the neon-con chagrin at the uae taking over port operations at six of our ports is, imo, two-fold:
currently listening to:
kudu
death of the party (2006)
- general racism directed at anything with the word "arab" in it (also muslim, islaam, middle-easterner, persian, and the prefixes "al-" and "bin-".
- the word "port" is nautical for "left" and nothing left-related ever flies with neon-cons. if a foreign government took over our "starboards" instead then they would say it's only "right."
personally i'm experiencing a little inner dichotomy over the issue. instinctually i was eager to pile on the bush-bash bandwagon -- the man is always wrong, sue me for jumping the gun occasionally -- and chalk another one up to incompetance and complete disregard for actual security. now i'm wondering if my reaction isn't because i'm a little prejudiced myself at the thought of a mid-east nation controlling our ports.
so i prolonged my conclusions. the british formerly operated these ports so why should a different nation doing it be so horrible? just because they're an islaamic country? consider that the uae:
- is one of three countries that recognizes the taliban as the ruling government of afghanistan (i-heart-saudi arabia and libya being the other two)
- has historically been an operational and financial base for the hijackers who carried out the attacks of 7-11
- has laundered money for al quaeda and other terrorist outfits
- has been very uncooperative with u.s. efforts to find osama
okay, so maybe i'm not exactly behind this.
even so, i have little concern for port security lessening (partially because it's so fuck-poor as it is). in truth the vetting process for foreign investments, especially for seaports, seems rigorous. you can read about it here. informative stuff.
all port owners (including the uae-owned dubai ports world) must abide by the maritime transportation security act passed by congress in 2002 and international ship and port facility security codes enacted in 2004. both sets of security measures are enforced by the coast guard.
and were it not THIS administration in office, i may have been peseudo-psatisfied with the psale.
but (i won't write something someone else has already written better):
Another secret deal cooked up behind closed doors? Another series of prior relationships between Bush crony appointees and thebenefiting business? Another request from the same crew that brought us WMDs, 'mushroom clouds', and Michael Brown to trust them? And now another claim the whole thing wasn't their fault?it's a rare instance in which the face value of what's being done is representative through and through.
As Bush and his cronies stumbled Tres Stoogian like from one self inflicted cluster-fuck to another, the next set of excuses to come out of their PR pie-holes has been "No one could have predicted it" or "Everyone agreed with us at the time". And today we've already gone from "This is a good deal that we've checked out" to "The President
didn't know" about it: Except they're still going to push it on Congress. Funny thing about that modus operandi; It tends to erode trust.
currently listening to:kudu
death of the party (2006)
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
hmph
this is a post about corporate misdeeds. if you don't care then fuck off. and fuck your yankee bluejeans.
last night i rented a documentary called the corporation. it scared the bejeezus out of me. if you strive to be a conscientious global citizen and are not a completely crazed nihilst or laissez-faire in regards to capitalism, you need to watch it.
the only true legal mandate for a corporation is to act in a way that increase profits, that they operate only to satisfy shareholders. meager government regulations regarding public health and safety, the environment, worker rights, discrimination and a host of other human rights issues are only parts of an equation.
none of this is particularly novel; corporations are rightfully stereotyped as big, evil monsters trampling the rights of the (mythic) "little guy," and the environment.
frankly i've always been sort of a passive environmentalist. i'll recycle cans when i remember to, reuse my wal-mart bags, whatever doesn't excessively require work on my part. i can't feel satisfied with this anymore.
i'm never using paper plates or plastic silverware again. i love them dearly, lazy creature that i am, but i'll always see images of a five-legged frog or a boy born without eyes when i act in an environmentally reckless way.
people who advocate total privatization are nihilists. the movie reminded me of why a republican philosophy is so dangerous to the planet and the majority of its inhabitants (animals and vegetables). unbridled capitalism, or any system, is hazardous. a corporation is legally defined as a person with all the rights thereof, but only limited liability.
ford opted not to recall its pinto model in the 70's when it learned the gas tank easliy explodes on rear-end collisions because it would have cost $11.00 more per car to fix the defect than simply paying court fees for lawsuits brought on behalf of dead consumers. if you or i committed several murders we would be jailed for life or executed. not so for the inc.'s.
fuck, just watch the movie. this isn't good for my blood pressure.
last night i rented a documentary called the corporation. it scared the bejeezus out of me. if you strive to be a conscientious global citizen and are not a completely crazed nihilst or laissez-faire in regards to capitalism, you need to watch it.
the only true legal mandate for a corporation is to act in a way that increase profits, that they operate only to satisfy shareholders. meager government regulations regarding public health and safety, the environment, worker rights, discrimination and a host of other human rights issues are only parts of an equation.
none of this is particularly novel; corporations are rightfully stereotyped as big, evil monsters trampling the rights of the (mythic) "little guy," and the environment.
frankly i've always been sort of a passive environmentalist. i'll recycle cans when i remember to, reuse my wal-mart bags, whatever doesn't excessively require work on my part. i can't feel satisfied with this anymore.
i'm never using paper plates or plastic silverware again. i love them dearly, lazy creature that i am, but i'll always see images of a five-legged frog or a boy born without eyes when i act in an environmentally reckless way.
people who advocate total privatization are nihilists. the movie reminded me of why a republican philosophy is so dangerous to the planet and the majority of its inhabitants (animals and vegetables). unbridled capitalism, or any system, is hazardous. a corporation is legally defined as a person with all the rights thereof, but only limited liability.
ford opted not to recall its pinto model in the 70's when it learned the gas tank easliy explodes on rear-end collisions because it would have cost $11.00 more per car to fix the defect than simply paying court fees for lawsuits brought on behalf of dead consumers. if you or i committed several murders we would be jailed for life or executed. not so for the inc.'s.
fuck, just watch the movie. this isn't good for my blood pressure.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
how i hate you, let me count the ways...
i decided to celebrate bloodlust day by taking the day off of work. i claimed stomach cramps and nausea -- not completely false.
i've put a relevant video on my myspace profile. it's one of the greatest songs ever from one of the greatest albums ever by one of the greatest bands ever. guess (spaine you're excluded; i know you know).
also, here's a list of good albums to listen to on this day for the bitter among us who need to nurture our bitter bitterness. happy quirkyalone.
i've put a relevant video on my myspace profile. it's one of the greatest songs ever from one of the greatest albums ever by one of the greatest bands ever. guess (spaine you're excluded; i know you know).
also, here's a list of good albums to listen to on this day for the bitter among us who need to nurture our bitter bitterness. happy quirkyalone.
- tegan and sara - this business of art
- filter - title of record
- cave in - antenna
- kidneythieves - zerospace
- peaches - the teaches of peaches
- burning brides - fall of the plastic empire
- holly golightly - serial girlfriend
- the kills - no wow
- nirvana - in utero
- the stone roses - second coming
pass along any albums that you think are appropriate. peaches.
Monday, February 13, 2006
fore!
my own contribution to the hunting brick-a-brack:
currently listening to:
the mendoza line
full of light and full of stars (2006)
- cheney comes out of the vegetarian closet
- dick cheney hunts R greatest game: man
- vice president makes a stand for animal rights
- satan swings and misses
- cheney blasts old man in face with shotgun*
- veep finally gets combat experience
- cheney git-r-done
- dick shoots first, evades questions later
*personal favorite
the shooting itself seems purely accidental, and frankly i don't really care. the man is direcly responsible for tens of thousands of deaths as it stands; what's one more.
here's the rub as i see it, garnered from the limited info i've read/heard thus far:
on washington journal ths morning people were mentioning that he may have been drinking at the time (hence the 18-hour delay in reporting the story), which, if true, has serious legal consequences. it's not that far-fetched, since g.o.p. g.o.b. (good ol' boy) s.o.b.'s love their guns n' ammo n' hooch.
out of the million or so licensed hunters in texas only 29 accidental shootings occur each year. cheney may not even have had a hunting license at the time, although i'm sure he does now. a nice pre-dated one.
there is a GREAT post on dailykos about the true significance of this story (i encourage anyone and everyone to read it). an excerpt:
It's a perfect analogy for the way they have conducted their entire administration--and all the biggest flaws of this presidency are on display in one little vividly portrayed story.
A little story that has tremendous sway because, let's face it: THE VICE PRESIDENT JUST ACTUALLY SHOT ANOTHEHUMAN BEING. The imagery is clear and potent--and not subject to the typical political "he said, she said."
There is no way to play the usual equivocating politics with a story about the vice president ACTUALLY SHOOTING SOMEONE.
And that's why I guarantee you this story isn't going away: It's a perfect way for the press to indict the entire Administration through the perfect metaphor. And they'll be able to do it without retribution, or accusations that both sides aren't being fairly presented.
also i wonder how charlton heston feels about all this.
currently listening to:the mendoza line
full of light and full of stars (2006)
Sunday, February 12, 2006
things i would rather do than watch the winter olympics
- drink paint
- scar myself with a (lit) cigarette
- watch "american idol"
- eat KFC
- attend a high school football game
- lick a frozen flag pole (ala flick)
- shave my nether regions while blidnfolded and drunk
- get a bikini wax
- fuck an unconscious homeless person
- buy enron stock
- vote republican
- go to a monster truck rally
- join the army national guard
- go to the keg on sorority night (local thing)
- rent and watch "the dukes of hazzard"
- listen to fm radio
- watch mtv, vh1, etc.
- subscribe to "sports illustrated"
- join the nra
- wipe my ass with a brillo pad
- tattoo "mother" across my chest
- be an elementary school janitor, or lunchlady
- change my name to sunshine and spend a month in prison
- go hunting
- attend a cockight
- be locked in a room with steven cojocaru for one hour
i don't like the olympic games.
currently listening to:dios malos
dios (malos) (2005)
Friday, February 10, 2006
yet another inane questionnaire
1. How tall are you barefoot? - 5' 10"
2. Have you ever smoked heroin? - no
3. Do you own a gun? - about the biggest one you've ever seen dingleberry
4. Rehab? - for what? i can quit when i want.
5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"? - never met any parents ever, including my own
6. What do you think of hot dogs? - try not to
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? - either run dmc's "christmas in hollis" or mr. garrison singing "merry fucking christmas"
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? - water, coffee, diet coke
9. Do you do push-ups? - occasionally
10. Have you ever done ecstacy? - yes
11. Are you vegan? - i don't eat poultry or red meat, whatever that makes me
12. Do you like painkillers? - of course
13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? - get them drunk
14. Do you own a knife? - butter
15. Do you have A.D.D. - jello
16. Date Of Birth ? - october 24
17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
1. i buy too many cd's when i'm drinking
2. it's a beautiful day to stay in bed with the blinds drawn
3. where have all the cowboys gone
18. Name the last 3 things you have bought.
1. cd's
2. martini
3. potato chips
19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:
1. water
2. coffee
3. diet soda
4. beer
5. gin
20. What time did you wake up today? - 11:40 a.m.
21. Current hair? - wake-up style
22. Current worry? - southerners
23. Current hate? - buddha says not to hate
24. Favorite place to be? - my room, my bed, my imagination
25. Least favorite place to be? - wal-mart
26. Where would you like to go? - minnesota!
27. Do you own slippers? - no
28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? - right here and/or dead
29. Do you burn or tan? - yes
30. Last thing you ate? - delicious triscuit crackers
31. Would you be a pirate? - absolutely
32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink? - this morning
33. What 3 songs do you sing in the shower?
1. "i swear" by all-4-one
2. "afternoon delight" by starland vocal band
3. "i feel like a woman" by shania twain
34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as as a child? - kaiser wilhelm ii
35. What's in your pockets right now? - one hand, the other one is typing a stupid quiz
36. Last thing that made you laugh? - just went to the bathroom and looked at my penis
37. Best bed sheets you had as a child? - voltron, bitch
38. Worst injury you've ever had? - never really been injured. i'm timid.
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? - 2
41. Who is your loudest friend? - my surround sound system
42. Who is your most silent friend? - my cat
43. Does someone have a crush on you? - my great aunt
45. What is your favorite book? - "he's just not that into you"
46. What is your favorite candy? - never met one i didn't like
47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? - taps
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? twisted sister - "i wanna rock"
49. What were you doing 12AM last night? - drinking alcoholic beverages
50. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings? - when it's inflicted on others, yes
currently listening to:
suffrajett
suffrajett (2003)
2. Have you ever smoked heroin? - no
3. Do you own a gun? - about the biggest one you've ever seen dingleberry
4. Rehab? - for what? i can quit when i want.
5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"? - never met any parents ever, including my own
6. What do you think of hot dogs? - try not to
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? - either run dmc's "christmas in hollis" or mr. garrison singing "merry fucking christmas"
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? - water, coffee, diet coke
9. Do you do push-ups? - occasionally
10. Have you ever done ecstacy? - yes
11. Are you vegan? - i don't eat poultry or red meat, whatever that makes me
12. Do you like painkillers? - of course
13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? - get them drunk
14. Do you own a knife? - butter
15. Do you have A.D.D. - jello
16. Date Of Birth ? - october 24
17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
1. i buy too many cd's when i'm drinking
2. it's a beautiful day to stay in bed with the blinds drawn
3. where have all the cowboys gone
18. Name the last 3 things you have bought.
1. cd's
2. martini
3. potato chips
19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:
1. water
2. coffee
3. diet soda
4. beer
5. gin
20. What time did you wake up today? - 11:40 a.m.
21. Current hair? - wake-up style
22. Current worry? - southerners
23. Current hate? - buddha says not to hate
24. Favorite place to be? - my room, my bed, my imagination
25. Least favorite place to be? - wal-mart
26. Where would you like to go? - minnesota!
27. Do you own slippers? - no
28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? - right here and/or dead
29. Do you burn or tan? - yes
30. Last thing you ate? - delicious triscuit crackers
31. Would you be a pirate? - absolutely
32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink? - this morning
33. What 3 songs do you sing in the shower?
1. "i swear" by all-4-one
2. "afternoon delight" by starland vocal band
3. "i feel like a woman" by shania twain
34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as as a child? - kaiser wilhelm ii
35. What's in your pockets right now? - one hand, the other one is typing a stupid quiz
36. Last thing that made you laugh? - just went to the bathroom and looked at my penis
37. Best bed sheets you had as a child? - voltron, bitch
38. Worst injury you've ever had? - never really been injured. i'm timid.
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? - 2
41. Who is your loudest friend? - my surround sound system
42. Who is your most silent friend? - my cat
43. Does someone have a crush on you? - my great aunt
45. What is your favorite book? - "he's just not that into you"
46. What is your favorite candy? - never met one i didn't like
47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? - taps
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? twisted sister - "i wanna rock"
49. What were you doing 12AM last night? - drinking alcoholic beverages
50. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings? - when it's inflicted on others, yes
currently listening to:suffrajett
suffrajett (2003)
friday crunk
a nice mind-wrench on a soggy friday -- kick off the weekend with a kick to the head i always say.
from usatoday:
off-topic quickly: an ad on the radio yesterday for lasik eye surgery boasted prices as low as $299 per eye. is it possible to just get one? eyepatches are kickass but you'd think "eye surgery" would arbitrarily encompass both eyes. it seems like a package deal. do plastic surgeons base ther breast augmentation prices on a per-breast basis? pa-diddle.
oh me... always with the boobies.
back to mining safety (sexy isn't it?): it's of course troubling that industry regulations have become so lax in the past five years. is it surprising? not to me. it is but a harbinger of the blatant class warfare being waged on the lower and middle classes by the "haves," the "hawks."
claim the moral high ground (whereupon no bare boobie is allowed!), force seniors to choose between medicine and heat, corporations are kings, miners' lives cost $230 apiece, and all... is... right... with the world (in best howard kosel imitation).
a lovely bunch of coconuts.
currently listening to:
mates of state
bring it back (2006)
from usatoday:
The federal government levied a larger fine — $550,000 — for the 2004 Super Bowl showing of Janet Jackson's breast than it did for the 2001 deaths of 13 Alabama miners in one of the deadliest mine disasters in a quarter-century. And the $435,000 fine against mine operator Jim Walter Resources was cut by a judge to $3,000.that's over half a million for a two-second titty shot (from which probably half a million "money shots" ensued), and three grand for 13 lives. i'd like to call the fcc and find out how much for both titties.
off-topic quickly: an ad on the radio yesterday for lasik eye surgery boasted prices as low as $299 per eye. is it possible to just get one? eyepatches are kickass but you'd think "eye surgery" would arbitrarily encompass both eyes. it seems like a package deal. do plastic surgeons base ther breast augmentation prices on a per-breast basis? pa-diddle.
oh me... always with the boobies.
back to mining safety (sexy isn't it?): it's of course troubling that industry regulations have become so lax in the past five years. is it surprising? not to me. it is but a harbinger of the blatant class warfare being waged on the lower and middle classes by the "haves," the "hawks."
claim the moral high ground (whereupon no bare boobie is allowed!), force seniors to choose between medicine and heat, corporations are kings, miners' lives cost $230 apiece, and all... is... right... with the world (in best howard kosel imitation).
a lovely bunch of coconuts.
currently listening to:mates of state
bring it back (2006)
Thursday, February 09, 2006
gee isn't love great? it sure is!
it's time again to launch into my trademark bitter diatribe about valentine's day (bitter diatribe about mardi gras to ensue). i'll submit the usual disclaimer:
if any of you blog or e-mail me about how lovely and romantic and wonderfully wonderful of a time you and your significant bother had on that unholiest of unholies then you are dead to me. that may or may not be of concern to you; i don't like certain people, certain people don't like me.
remember -- you're only flaunting your shit. i don't like public displays of annoyance or the virtual variety. don't make other people's lonely misery worse by showcasing your success in interpersonal relationships. i've grown quite fond of my loneliness and if you make me question my love for it then words will be had. also i'il shave my #$%!@, put !@#$% on my @%#!#, and *#@!#$% you in the @#$%.
fuck commercially fabricated "holidays". rover red rover let russel stover bend over while i shove a chocolade-covered boot up his ass. it's not called the hershey highway for nothing russ.
if any of you blog or e-mail me about how lovely and romantic and wonderfully wonderful of a time you and your significant bother had on that unholiest of unholies then you are dead to me. that may or may not be of concern to you; i don't like certain people, certain people don't like me.remember -- you're only flaunting your shit. i don't like public displays of annoyance or the virtual variety. don't make other people's lonely misery worse by showcasing your success in interpersonal relationships. i've grown quite fond of my loneliness and if you make me question my love for it then words will be had. also i'il shave my #$%!@, put !@#$% on my @%#!#, and *#@!#$% you in the @#$%.
fuck commercially fabricated "holidays". rover red rover let russel stover bend over while i shove a chocolade-covered boot up his ass. it's not called the hershey highway for nothing russ.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
the scarecrow and mrs. king
i didn't watch george w. deliver his address at coretta scott king's funeral, because i never listen to anything the man says. nothing new. but he was seated within frame behind the podium so his face, obviously bored and out of place, was in view while maya angelou spoke.
an awkward juxtaposition, to say the least.
you could see him grimace when the word "peace" was uttered, and "justice". i wanted to feel bad for him, since the entire event was as much an attack on his principles and policies as a tribute to mrs. king.
and how could it not be? the two are as different as night and day. championing progression in the face of impractical and often unjust tradition can be nothing but a vilification of modern-day conservatism.
african-americans have had a tragic history, like many peoples, and justice has not remotely been realized. as president carter mentioned at the funeral, recall the faces on television of the people stranded, left homeless, in new orleans after the hurricane, then try to aver that racial inequality no longer exists.
it is a struggle for human rights. conservatives value some unspoken qualitative hierarchy of people based on biology and inherent traits; the heterosexual, white, christian male occupying the pinnacle. noone else is equal.
women's rights, gay rights, minority rights, the rights of muslims and of the poor are all human rights. our republican leadership constantly wraps itself in religion but opportunistically forgets that we are supposedly all endowed by some creator with inalienable rights.
on an intrinsic level it seemed like examples of right and wrong were on display, to compare and contrast, during the coretta scott king funeral.
if anyone can find maya angelou's address from the funeral online please let me know. i don't know if the full text is available anywhere yet.
an awkward juxtaposition, to say the least.
you could see him grimace when the word "peace" was uttered, and "justice". i wanted to feel bad for him, since the entire event was as much an attack on his principles and policies as a tribute to mrs. king.
and how could it not be? the two are as different as night and day. championing progression in the face of impractical and often unjust tradition can be nothing but a vilification of modern-day conservatism.
african-americans have had a tragic history, like many peoples, and justice has not remotely been realized. as president carter mentioned at the funeral, recall the faces on television of the people stranded, left homeless, in new orleans after the hurricane, then try to aver that racial inequality no longer exists.
it is a struggle for human rights. conservatives value some unspoken qualitative hierarchy of people based on biology and inherent traits; the heterosexual, white, christian male occupying the pinnacle. noone else is equal.
women's rights, gay rights, minority rights, the rights of muslims and of the poor are all human rights. our republican leadership constantly wraps itself in religion but opportunistically forgets that we are supposedly all endowed by some creator with inalienable rights.
on an intrinsic level it seemed like examples of right and wrong were on display, to compare and contrast, during the coretta scott king funeral.
if anyone can find maya angelou's address from the funeral online please let me know. i don't know if the full text is available anywhere yet.
Monday, February 06, 2006
superbowl non sequiturs
the pre-game was more exciting than the game itself. even the commercials sucked something awful.
i've always been cognizant of a latent (or not-so-latent) misogyny in our media and national conscience. watching the superbowl commercials though it struck me just how much worse the bias is than i thought. granted, football game commercials aren't going to target the same market as commercials on lifetime, but the objectification of women in male-oriented advertising is astonishing.
of course, we are the bread-winners, we have the big swinging dicks, we know what's best for women. remember gals that it's "uterUS" not "uterYOU".
cleavage sells beer, and domain names? godaddy.com somehow applied sex and sex acts to domains. i have no idea what one has to do with the other, unless you're registering babysbigboobies.com.
i don't like being taunted when i watch television. ultimately that's all commercials are -- a company flaunting something in front of you that you can own at an unreasonable price. it's the way the ad business goes, i get it. my objection comes in when sex enters the equation. i can always buy a fucking domain name, so pimping out your company's product/service is alright. but don't tempt me with a large-brested slut, something i can't just order out for. it's cruel.
a one-second shot of janet jackson's titty is abhorrent, but a "titty suggestion" every other second is acceptable. cleavage cool, nipple not. who decides where these lines (or in this case circles) get drawn?
the rolling stones... looked like they needed to be rolled around in wheelchairs or hospital beds. how about just rolling off into the sunset gracefully?
i've always been cognizant of a latent (or not-so-latent) misogyny in our media and national conscience. watching the superbowl commercials though it struck me just how much worse the bias is than i thought. granted, football game commercials aren't going to target the same market as commercials on lifetime, but the objectification of women in male-oriented advertising is astonishing.
of course, we are the bread-winners, we have the big swinging dicks, we know what's best for women. remember gals that it's "uterUS" not "uterYOU".
cleavage sells beer, and domain names? godaddy.com somehow applied sex and sex acts to domains. i have no idea what one has to do with the other, unless you're registering babysbigboobies.com.
i don't like being taunted when i watch television. ultimately that's all commercials are -- a company flaunting something in front of you that you can own at an unreasonable price. it's the way the ad business goes, i get it. my objection comes in when sex enters the equation. i can always buy a fucking domain name, so pimping out your company's product/service is alright. but don't tempt me with a large-brested slut, something i can't just order out for. it's cruel.
a one-second shot of janet jackson's titty is abhorrent, but a "titty suggestion" every other second is acceptable. cleavage cool, nipple not. who decides where these lines (or in this case circles) get drawn?
the rolling stones... looked like they needed to be rolled around in wheelchairs or hospital beds. how about just rolling off into the sunset gracefully?
Friday, February 03, 2006
controversial cartoon?
this cartoon was in reaction to rumsfeld's statements last week in response to a pentagon study saying that the war in iraq is "breaking" the u.s. army. the defense secretary responded by saying that the army is "battle hardened".
the joint chiefs of staff sent a letter to the washington post chiding the paper for publishing material detrimental to troop morale: "While you or some of your readers may not agree with the war or its conduct, we believe you owe the men and women and their families who so selflessly serve our country the decency to not make light of their tremendous physical sacrifices."
it's become standard operating procedure in this government to not respond to the substance of criticism, but the source of it. tom toles' caricature is obviously not meant to deride the quadripalegic soldier but the manner in which the defense secretary seems to be oblivious to this and all soldiers' plight.
i'll say it again: what else is new. try to question the administration in their mishandling of the war and you aren't supporting the troops. democratic veterans like jack murtha, john kerry, and max cleland who criticize only the civilian "leadership" are labelled "unpatriotic".
fuck them in their asses. this cartoon is my new wallpaper. the joint chiefs can lick my fruit bowl. rumsfeld... not worthy of licking my fruit bowl.
addendum
i read this in a post article:
Dave Autry, deputy communications director for Disabled American Veterans, said he was "certainly not" offended by the cartoon.
"It was graphic, no doubt about it," he said. "But it drove home a point, that there are critically ill patients that certainly need to be attended to."
Thursday, February 02, 2006
get in someone's grill
last night the house passed an entitlement reduction bill that will reduce the deficit by $40 billion over the next five years. this bill cuts assistance to welfare programs, medicaid and medicaire recipients, student lenders and thereby students, and child support.
$40 billion will reduce the $14.3 trillion deficit by less than one-half of one percent. the house and senate are negotiating extending expiring tax cuts and adding new cuts (to whom, i wonder?) that would cost $60 billion, in maybe a month or so.
"deficit reduction" that actually increases the deficit, while pathetic, is not surprising. consider that the "healthy skies initiative" relaxed regulations on fossil fuel emissions, the "no child left behind" act placed extra burdens on teachers, "liberating" iraq required that we kill tens of thousands of iraqis, and the "healthy forests" initiative made it easier for companies to clear land for development.
i truly wish i was more susceptible to doublethink, as the rest of the country seems to be. maybe i wouldn't be so ired all the time that our leaders are allowed to say one thing while doing the opposite.
more than likely the populous at large is completely unaware of what goes on. even those who try to be diligent by watching the "news" get a completely inaccurate view of what is and is not relevant.
runaway bride: supremely important. osama bin laden alive, well, and plotting: meh.
the substance of sammy alito's judicial purview: bleh. his wife crying: fuck yeah!
the american citizenry is like a child (in more ways than one), and the media like a parent. what we are fed is what we'll eat, i.e. what they tell us is what we believe. i don't give a free pass to the public for not actively seeking information and just blindly accepting what the television gods tell us, but the press should know better.
true journalism has gone by the wayside it seems, with "journalists" serving as stenographers (judith miller), lazy reporting, irrelevant interviews, pandering and the lofting of softball questions, bowing to ratings before truth and an obsession with being inoffensive. noone gets in anyone's face anymore.
isn't the media supposed to be the fourth branch of government? i heard that somewhere. no more balances, no more checks. unless they're being written to pay for bridges to nowhere.
$40 billion will reduce the $14.3 trillion deficit by less than one-half of one percent. the house and senate are negotiating extending expiring tax cuts and adding new cuts (to whom, i wonder?) that would cost $60 billion, in maybe a month or so.
"deficit reduction" that actually increases the deficit, while pathetic, is not surprising. consider that the "healthy skies initiative" relaxed regulations on fossil fuel emissions, the "no child left behind" act placed extra burdens on teachers, "liberating" iraq required that we kill tens of thousands of iraqis, and the "healthy forests" initiative made it easier for companies to clear land for development.
i truly wish i was more susceptible to doublethink, as the rest of the country seems to be. maybe i wouldn't be so ired all the time that our leaders are allowed to say one thing while doing the opposite.
more than likely the populous at large is completely unaware of what goes on. even those who try to be diligent by watching the "news" get a completely inaccurate view of what is and is not relevant.
runaway bride: supremely important. osama bin laden alive, well, and plotting: meh.
the substance of sammy alito's judicial purview: bleh. his wife crying: fuck yeah!
the american citizenry is like a child (in more ways than one), and the media like a parent. what we are fed is what we'll eat, i.e. what they tell us is what we believe. i don't give a free pass to the public for not actively seeking information and just blindly accepting what the television gods tell us, but the press should know better.
true journalism has gone by the wayside it seems, with "journalists" serving as stenographers (judith miller), lazy reporting, irrelevant interviews, pandering and the lofting of softball questions, bowing to ratings before truth and an obsession with being inoffensive. noone gets in anyone's face anymore.
isn't the media supposed to be the fourth branch of government? i heard that somewhere. no more balances, no more checks. unless they're being written to pay for bridges to nowhere.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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