tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56045732011-10-12T10:25:46.105-05:00bollocks! notes from a sad empire in declinePiss, vinegar, and a roll of Tums.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.comBlogger1081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1149454650224169492006-06-04T15:23:00.000-05:002006-06-04T15:57:30.280-05:00It's been a while, ladies and gents. No apologies. No one reads this anyway 'cept the gubament. How 'bout that gubament, eh? Heck of a job, boys, heckuvajoba! But forget the murderous, incompetent, swindling gubament for a sec. Much hay has been made of The President's pathetic ratings. Something like 33 percent job approval rating at last check. But who the fuck are these 33 percent? Who - afterforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com227tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1137743886342713352006-01-20T01:00:00.000-06:002006-01-20T01:58:06.406-06:00Perhaps the most indelible image so far in the Abramoff scandal has been Jack Abramoff, an "observant Orthodox Jew," leaving the federal courthouse in Washington, D.C. after pleading guilty to charges of mail fraud, tax evasion, and conspiracy wearing a black trenchcoat and a black fedora. As the Washington Post wrote, he "has had a full-blown aesthetic meltdown," devolving "into an abyss of forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1135142843936591022005-12-20T22:39:00.000-06:002005-12-20T23:29:07.703-06:00I can already hear the cry of "activist judge" emanating like so much pious filigree from the anointed mouths (They close up their callous hearts, and their mouths speak with arrogance [Psalm 17:10, NIV]) of fundamentalist Christian rightwingers as they rue the decision today by a federal judge that Intelligent Design may not be taught alongside evolution in the classroom."Activist judge," they forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1132642884892227472005-11-22T00:57:00.001-06:002005-11-22T01:19:00.346-06:00[Me: Below is the statement issued to the world last week by a courageous conscientious objector who is currently kept against her will at Ft. Benning, Georgia. Katherine has been pleading her case as a conscientious objector - someone who is opposed to warfare - with the Army for nearly two years. The Army has plumbed her soul and found her to be somehow insincere, rejecting her application at forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1132622231782311842005-11-21T18:31:00.000-06:002005-11-21T19:17:11.833-06:00I traveled to Boulder, Colorado last week to participate in two events related to the UT-Lockheed bid for Los Alamos National Laboratory. On the bus between Denver and Boulder I listened in on the woman's conversation sitting behind me. She was on her cell phone talking breathlessly to someone who she kept begging to stay on the line. "I've finally got to this place of peace," she said. The womanforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1129346310081378882005-10-14T21:58:00.000-05:002005-10-14T22:18:30.116-05:00Four suggestions and one summationPalm your prayersand shake hands with the sheik,trustee of thingsrusty and rare -hope, hate, horror.Become a wing,solo and solemn,flutter an arabesquepointless and perfectinto the ether.Ask aroundfor entropyas yougather yourselfupand throw yourselfdown.Meet strangers for dinner,don't keep the date.You are right so long as I am wrong.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1127003629215195822005-09-17T19:02:00.000-05:002005-09-17T19:33:49.233-05:00It's time for the grumpy old man to get mean. Based on keen observation and withering insight, I've deduced that the countercultural species known as the "hipster" is long overdue for extinction. And what is a "hipster"? Answer: You know one when you see one. Or, to use a cladistical system, they are defined by their slipshod amalgamation of pop culture trends in the last, say, 50 years. forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1125971986415706042005-09-05T20:56:00.000-05:002005-09-05T21:01:43.416-05:00The War on the Sick, the War on the Poor, the War on People of Color. Louisiana and Mississipi scream for help from an incompetent and greedy government, from the Governor of Louisiana to FEMA, from the National Guard to the White House. Only the people can save the people now.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1125278023044538992005-08-28T19:36:00.000-05:002005-08-28T20:16:38.760-05:00Violence, anticipated or actual, has a way of lingering in the system for days. I don't know if it's a body chemistry thing or what, but I'm still coursing with anger and loathing after a few drunken fools Friday made me ball my fist and almost use it to bruise a face or two. That's not braggadocio; I might just as well have been beaten, but I do believe the first punch would have been mine.The forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1124256706310375722005-08-17T00:00:00.000-05:002005-08-17T00:31:46.346-05:00Made a journey to Crawford this weekend to take in the "Cindy Sheehan spectacle..." at least that's how, I imagine, it's seen by viewers through their TV screens - a drama made-for-TV by PR consultants, media savvy activists, and duly reported on by a bored press corps decamped in podunk Texas amidst the doldrums of Bush's extended vacation. If only everyone could pay homage in person. There's forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1121407753349674962005-07-15T01:03:00.000-05:002005-07-16T17:20:44.016-05:00I wish I could find this NPR report on "corporate ethnography" but the transcript doesn't seem to exist. Here's the gist: corporate marketeres hire "ethnographers" to do deep studies of people's interactions with products - why they use them, how they use them, who they are as consumers. The report discusses researchers who spent countless hours interviewing a key demographic of Gold Bond users. forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1120195637774733922005-07-01T00:25:00.001-05:002005-07-01T00:28:29.836-05:00Rock critics are an embarassing and depressing lot. Please don't read them; it only encourages them.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1119243997184893282005-06-19T23:25:00.000-05:002005-06-20T00:06:37.220-05:00I went to Democracy Fest this weekend. It was promoted as "a gathering of progressives from around the country," but it seemed more like a super-rally for Howard Dean to me. When I went to register on Friday, one of the first things I witnessed was a guy walking through the crowd saying, "I see Dean people." Oh, boy! I was also amused by the apologetics of Texans for being from a "red state" thatforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1114987971082706042005-05-01T16:47:00.000-05:002005-05-25T01:04:26.120-05:00Long after my tiny audience appointed pall-bearers and escorted this blog's carcass to its eternal repose in the blogosphere, I am resureccting it. I finally have reliable internet at home and an itch to write freely instead of in the somewhat narrow vein covering Texas politics lends itself to.So onward into the synaptical wasteland that is my mind...Even though I'm supposed to be an adult now forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1107907650385759412005-02-08T17:59:00.000-06:002005-02-08T18:08:47.540-06:00The Harry Ransom Center has an exhibit up of the novelist Graham Greene's life. Now, I've only read one of his books and I can't tell you which but I was caught off guard by some of his hand-scrawled letters and speeches. One, in particular, a speech he gave in 1969 at the University of Hamburg struck me in a personal way. The speech was entitled "The Virtue of Disloyalty." In it he said:
"Isn’tforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1106611490089285662005-01-24T17:47:00.000-06:002005-01-24T18:04:50.093-06:00More and more, I care about less and less. I can find satisfaction in drinking all day and reading the paper, listening to music, hanging out. I don't need a job, much less a career. I can meander around my room, probing the edges of my universe. A new report says global warming could start spiraling out of control within 10 years. So, it looks like we need a major political, economic, and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1104978497017538062005-01-05T20:20:00.000-06:002005-01-05T20:28:35.606-06:00The job search is really heating up. I made a list in my Slingshot organizer today:
University Co-Op. Cashier. Temporary.
Vulcan Video. Behind my new house.
Retards. Guy I met at coffeeshop works for the state overseeing mentally retarded persons in a "home." $9/hour.
L.'s job digging up dirt on Republicans. Poor pay, but highly satisfying spiritually.
Non-profit work... excepting TexPIRG
Taxi forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1104486674568377182004-12-31T03:43:00.000-06:002004-12-31T03:51:14.566-06:00I'm back in the Velvet Pothole and the slide back to this comfy womb has been quite nice'n'easy. Soon I'll be settling into an old familiar groove and who knows where this rut will lead. Lovers and friends have left this town but surely more will come along soon enough to fill the space. But do I need this space anymore anyway? I thought I wanted a range life but maybe I want a rocking chair and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1100233420407778732004-11-11T22:08:00.000-06:002004-11-11T22:25:11.943-06:00"Only Democracy in the Middle East" Re-arrests Nuclear Whistleblower
Mordechai Vanunu, who spent 18 years in prison - 11 in solitary confinement - for divulging Israel's secret nuclear weapons program, has been put under house arrest because he is "suspected of passing classified information to unauthorised parties." In other words, Israel does not want him talking to the media and spreading hisforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1099983357859217912004-11-09T01:13:00.000-06:002004-11-09T01:02:17.860-06:00Neo-Con Fuckwad Causes Marines to Keel Over
My friend L. recently went to a Marine Corps ball in Las Vegas. The keynote speaker was Karl Zinmeister, editor of the neo-con American Enterprise and vain cheerleader for the War on Iraq.
According to L., his rambling speech to the Marines was a revamped version of an address he gives to GOP operatives. It was so painfully clinical and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1099978940818857922004-11-08T23:41:00.000-06:002004-11-08T23:42:20.816-06:00From Shoplifters
THE LIBERALS ARE IN CRISIS! GOOD.
So there is some crazy logic coming from liberals these days. The Democrats have to find their religion? The Democrats have to reach out to the heartland? The Democrats have to appeal to rural America? NO! How about reaching out to the progressives, the Greens, the leftists? Of course not, they'd rather confuse their message further, trying to forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1099614413474754112004-11-04T18:26:00.000-06:002004-11-04T18:26:53.476-06:00Cranky old misanthrope saw it all too clearly
"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorius day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
-H.L. Menckenforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1099538318464377082004-11-03T20:41:00.000-06:002004-11-09T00:58:00.110-06:00Empire-crushers wanted. Whiners need not apply
When I was a kid, my dad used to punish my "bad attitude" by taking away "bad attitude chips" from me each time I acted despondent or grumpy. Each week I would get about 10 chips and at the end of the week he would check to see how many I had left. Based on that number, he would mete out a certain level of punishment, ranging from standing in the forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1099468495506940162004-11-03T01:53:00.000-06:002004-11-03T01:54:55.506-06:00Well, well, well. We ARE so fucked. Boy, those Dems over at Daily Kos are just 'bout to come unglued.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1098939802731287182004-10-27T22:45:00.000-05:002004-10-28T00:03:22.730-05:00One of the oddities of the so-called age of political correctness is that the phenomenon was supposed to be germane only in the rarefied circles of liberal academics and multiculturalists, and yet now the Powerful play the offense card as deftly as the weak who were supposed to be empowered by the tolerance and respectful vocabulary that PC thought engendered. Funny. Now, it's offensive to forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1098479643895853292004-10-22T15:59:00.000-05:002004-10-22T16:14:03.896-05:00Voter Fraud in Austin?
FYI: This note came from my neighborhood net:
Yesterday a friend voted early at a polling location in Austin. She voted straight Democratic. When she did the final check, lo and behold every vote was for the Democratic candidates except that it showed that she had voted for Bush/Cheney for president/vice pres.
She immediately got a poll official. On her vote, it was forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1098162781137279922004-10-19T01:10:00.000-05:002004-10-19T00:13:01.136-05:00We're so fucked. I hope I'm wrong.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1097963301367469042004-10-16T16:44:00.000-05:002004-10-16T16:50:35.970-05:00The 59th anniversary of the US atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki passed over a month ago - August 6th and 9th specifically - but it's never too late to remember them. My co-worker just returned from Hiroshima a few days ago where she participated in an international conference of scientists and engineers discussing nuclear issues. My friend Lauren just passed along a piece of art made by forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1097869681635599212004-10-15T14:47:00.000-05:002004-10-15T14:48:01.636-05:00My friend Leah has published an article on U.S. prison officials in Iraq on Counterpunch.org.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1097725180050746472004-10-13T21:55:00.000-05:002004-10-13T22:42:51.530-05:00I'm addicted to the Daily Howler. Day after day, the Howler reduces the talking heads and pinhead print scribes to the cowardly little worms they are. He deflates the myth of the "liberal media," rips apart the talking points, and painstakingly documents how the media turns half-truths and distortions into received wisdom.
Before and during the three presidential debates, he has criticized the forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1097652817111398302004-10-13T01:39:00.000-05:002004-10-13T02:38:08.320-05:00Hang 'Em High
Least that's what my Republican talking points said
Recently, the Lone Star Iconoclast, Bush's "hometown" newspaper in Crawford endorsed Kerry for president in an editorial. Apparently, this is a major news event; major media have picked up the "story" all over the country, including a reprint of the editorial in the Santa Barbara alternative weekly. I think, more than anything, forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1097649502637065332004-10-13T01:37:00.000-05:002004-10-13T01:38:22.643-05:00Don't Vote, It Only Encourages Them!
Psych!
The Erection is only 20 days away and poor Georgie is starting to come
unhinged. He's been alternatingly stupid and angry during the debates
and his Republican handlers are resorting to Spin the likes of we have
never seen.
The Republicans are counting on 20-somethings not voting because,
remember, we are apathetic, lazy, addicted to crack-cocaine, forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1097560831919171752004-10-11T22:37:00.000-05:002004-10-12T01:01:33.356-05:00California Dreamin'
Why do I care? Why do I give a shit? Is it anger? Is it egotism? Is it fear of failure, both personal and global? Is it disgust at the 'human condition'? Is it love of the 'human condition'? Is it both? Can it be both? Is God the answer to that which does not have a question? Did T.S. Eliot say that? Or did I say that?
I think the seeds of this personal problem are forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1095446501561435342004-09-17T13:34:00.000-05:002004-09-17T13:41:41.563-05:00
Dear God,
Every day I live I am thankful for two things:
One, that I have accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior and that we have a President that has done the same, and,
Two, Our Leader, The President, is bringing democracy to the children of Iraq so that someday soon they too will know Freedom, Liberty, America, and a Christian God.
Amen.
forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1094863510830365582004-09-10T19:40:00.000-05:002004-09-10T19:47:11.866-05:00I would have blogged more while I was at the Republican National Convention but most of the time there I was either 1) Engaged in vociferous protest 2) Hunting down the Texas delegates like a mad stalker 3) In jail 4) Outside the jail/in an arraignment court waiting for my friends who were in jail.
I'd give y'all the ole blow-by-blow of the RNC week but I've exhausted myself writing an article forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1093224140015777612004-08-22T20:21:00.000-05:002004-08-22T20:22:20.016-05:00I feel I was a little flip in criticizing western journalists for not getting out into the field to gather decent stories. The Guadian just reported this:
Fears were mounting last night for the safety of three western journalists who have disappeared in Iraq on the road between Baghdad and Najaf, where fierce fighting between US forces and Shia militiamen continued yesterday.
Two French forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1093223186234522992004-08-22T20:03:00.000-05:002004-08-22T20:06:26.233-05:00Your intrepid blogger will be in New York City for the Republican National Convention and the massive protests which will shut the RNC down and institute a non-hierachical, egalitarian, communal agrarian society within weeks. Anyway, I will be in NYC from August 27th to September 3rd and will try to update you, the dwindling readership, with almost-daily updates complete with first-hand coverageforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1093027095698045342004-08-20T13:23:00.000-05:002004-08-20T19:54:12.596-05:00Simultaneous news headlines as of 11.30am (PCT):
CNN: Iraqi police deny taking over Shiite shrine
Guardian: Police 'control' Najaf shrine ---CNN update as of 5.45pm:"Earlier Friday, Iraqi Interior Ministry spokesman Sabah Kadhim said Iraqi police seized control of the mosque. But later, Iraqi police said they had not."---If most western reporters are in lockdown in the Baghdad Green Zone and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1092706046304503312004-08-16T19:58:00.000-05:002004-08-17T14:29:25.313-05:00In riffing on the fundamental allegiances both parties have to complementary models of capitalism, let us reflect on the growing possibility that even this tiny bit of marginal difference and dialectical vigor could soon disappear. Yes, folks, a one-party system is not such a remote possibility. With the gerrymandering that disguises itself as redistricting becoming a Republican free-for-all and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1091756653586179612004-08-05T20:29:00.000-05:002004-08-05T20:44:13.586-05:00What does it mean when capitalists and neo-cons disown Bush and promise they will vote for a Democrat? Does it mean they have seen the folly of imperialism, recognized the rapaciousness of capitalism, put aside their self-interest and started rooting for the Little Guy?
Fat chance. But the fact that many Wall Street pinstripe-suiters and non-neocon conservatives are rooting for the other guy - forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1091584879618973032004-08-03T20:57:00.000-05:002004-08-05T20:25:51.500-05:00Finally, a week later, the Third Day in Bean Town
On the third day, God got pissed off and gave us the concept of a "free speech zone." "Adam, you can talk shit in there about the delectable fruits that are off-limits if you don't like it," He said.
It's as bad - worse, even - than what you've seen on television. The pen has been compared to a prison and an internment camp and it certainly forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1091063879195937682004-07-28T20:00:00.000-05:002004-07-29T20:48:31.100-05:00Boston Social Forum, DNC Report-Back to Non-Existent Readership Part Deux
Before I write about my second day at the BSF, I want to reprint what an activist from DC wrote about the BSF on the Boston Indymediasite: The second thing I noticed was that my rather negative view on the situation was not shared by those I was overhearing. Excitedly, people were telling their friends that this was the forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1090892495838167382004-07-26T20:26:00.000-05:002004-07-26T20:42:52.363-05:00Boston Social Forum and the Democratic National Convention, Entry 1
My boss and I took the red-eye from L.A. to Boston on Thursday. The highlight of that leg of the trip was spotting Kanye West at the security check at LAX. Unfortunately I don't have details on what he was wearing other than a yellow t-shirt of some sort.
Even though we were extremely tired, we headed to the Boston Social forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1090372534462455642004-07-20T20:06:00.000-05:002004-07-20T20:15:34.463-05:00To the Boston Social Forum and the Democratic National Convention this weekend. Will the terrorists terrorize? Will the "girlie-men" Left see Dean People? Will Kucinich be the surprise nominee? Will the Massholes act as their nickname suggests? Will the police state manifest itself in the streets? Will Edwards light a fire under Kerry's patrician ass? Will we hear of "Two Americas" from forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1089853487634066332004-07-14T20:02:00.000-05:002004-07-14T20:04:47.633-05:00The older I get, the less I have to say... Well, at least to you all. There are many colorful pages in my journal. Maybe I should make this blog a monument to silence. No, beter not.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1088622421586432132004-06-30T14:05:00.000-05:002004-06-30T14:07:01.586-05:00Security Director Report's The Shoplifter's Top 10
1. Advil tablet 50 ct.
2. Advil tablet 100 ct.
3. Aleve caplet 100 ct.
4. EPT pregnancy test single
5. Gillette Sensor, 10 ct.
6. Kodak 200, 24 exp.
7. Similac with iron powder (case)
8. Similac with iron powder (can)
9. Primatene tablet 24 ct.
10. Sudafed caplet 24 ct.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1088555324609987232004-06-29T18:58:00.000-05:002004-06-29T19:31:12.826-05:00It's nice to watch the world unravel from such a cushy post as this, here on the only stretch of Pacific coast that runs east-and-west rather than north-to-south. A surfboard in every home; a vanity license plate on every car. This is Shangri-La; this is Santa Barbara, Cal-i-forn-i-a!
I can't say I miss home, my friends, my family. But when I leave I can't say that I'll miss this place eitherforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1086397672045750222004-06-04T19:29:00.000-05:002004-06-04T20:12:45.550-05:00Leavin'. Everyone's leavin'. How can you leave A-Town?! This town-city that's like your cool, laid-back drunk cousin who you're kinda attracted to? How can you leave ATX, Nerf Town, the Velvet Pothole, the Silken Rut? How can you do this to her? She's NEVER treated you wrong, done a damn thing to you. This is betrayal and you'll be back. New York will chew you up; San Francisco will love forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-108430828692801142004-05-11T15:14:00.002-05:002004-05-11T15:51:09.930-05:00O'Reilly "just doesn't believe it!"
Seymour Hersh, the admirable journalist who has done the most to break the Iraqi prisoner abuse scandal, was interviewed by Bill O'Reilly on May 3rd. In the transcipt of the interview below, we see O'Reilly condemning the torture, humiliation, and abuse as "unjustifiable" while, at the same time, he seems incapable of believing that U.S. soldiers would forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-108421780100703342004-05-10T14:03:00.003-05:002004-05-10T14:39:11.816-05:00Considering what's happening in Iraq, it would do all of us who haven't spent time in prison to reflect back on the Stanford Prison Experiment (SPE). How do we understand how seemingly good people could so easily turn into torturous monsters? Families and friends of many of the U.S. soldiers accused of heinous abuse and torture are incapable of comprehending how someone they knew so well forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1083691639534253062004-05-04T12:27:00.000-05:002004-05-04T12:47:00.310-05:00Driving the train to Auschwitz:
The Brits speak of "doing one's duty"; Americans prefer "I'm just doing my job." Go into a government or corporate office, get entangled in idiotic rules, complain to the person executing those rules and what is their response? "I don't make the rules. I'm just doing my job." Cops, after arresting an 97-year-old woman for an outstanding warrant stand proud and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1083347278115291272004-04-30T12:47:00.000-05:002004-04-30T12:51:22.326-05:00This is what democracy looks like!forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1083084854771588512004-04-27T11:54:00.000-05:002004-04-30T12:50:35.496-05:00If you care at all about the people of Iraq, please read this article by David Martinez, an Austinite I have been fortunate enough to know. This is reprinted from Indymedia:
By:David Martinez
The first thing you notice is the silence. An unnerving, horrible quiet without the sound of voices, car engines, children playing, or televisions. Even thebirds are wise enough to have gone elsewhere. Andforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1082229802290860692004-04-17T14:23:00.000-05:002004-04-17T14:35:08.340-05:00ITEM!!! Number of times Bush used the words "freedom" or "free" in his .April 13th news conference: 36
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Portion of the transcript from the news conference (especially interesting parts are in bold; my analysis forthcoming):
QUESTION: Mr. President, before the war, you and members of your administration made several claims about Iraq: that U.S. troops would be greeted as liberators forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1082151210708814312004-04-16T16:33:00.000-05:002004-04-16T16:43:25.606-05:00I wrote a purposely shitty love letter in order to translate it using babelfish. What resulted reminded me of James Joyce calling journalists and editors "the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints." First I translated the entry below from English to Spanish.
I need you more than the earth needs the sun, more than I need air to breath. Do you doubt me, my little angel? If you doubt at forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1081625573036089802004-04-10T14:32:00.000-05:002004-04-10T14:35:40.153-05:00I stole this idea from Rahul Mahajan, who is in Iraq right now, but it's worth repeating: In Iraq, with the burgeoning and previously unthinkable solidarity between Shia and Sunni Muslims, Bush has finally proved himself a uniter, not a divider. Who woulda thunk it?!forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1081194970374382262004-04-05T14:56:00.000-05:002004-04-05T14:58:52.046-05:00Sincerity half-time: Friends, please read this article... (Thanks, Zafar!)forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1080693975113295612004-03-30T18:46:00.000-06:002004-04-05T14:43:55.296-05:00
***ITEM! Dick's darling wifey, Lynne Cheney, wrote a great book a few years back called Sisters. It's a daring tale of lesbian love and sexual adventurism in the mythical Wild West!!!! Find out more...
***ITEM! Blogs whose most recent entries are older than 6 months should be deleted in their entirety!
***ITEM! Democracy is the art of running the circus from the monkey cage.
***ITEM! My forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1079925920474958692004-03-21T21:25:00.000-06:002004-03-29T21:43:53.920-06:00Roofin' It-
Couldn't get a cab for SXSW (go back to NYC, scumfuck!!!), so I went a-roofin' with my Daddy. What a motley crew we made. A 23-year-old mojado from Mexico, a half-deaf Vietnam vet and convicted child molester, my 57-year-old dad, and me - a sunburnt, liberal schoolboy from Austin. Before lunch on the first day I thought I was kaput. I was straddling a ridge about 30 feet in the forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1079045890243013152004-03-11T16:58:00.000-06:002004-03-21T21:17:49.170-06:00I would write more on the authenticity of small towns and the rekindling of my childhood essence or some such crap but I've got bigger fish to fry.
I took off work to go to a training session to be a cabbie. Three days of mingling with the fringes of the working class gave me an opportunity to refresh myself on the mores and ways of "the people." A curious lot, actually. Much more intelligent forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1078088394646411852004-02-29T14:59:00.000-06:002004-02-29T17:16:14.390-06:00On Saturday, I visited the place where I lived for most of my life - Yorktown, Texas. For jaded urbanites, small Texas towns are the unhallowed bastions of slack-jawed yokelism. Podunk Texas is thought to be Bush's America - ignorant, racist, patriotic, and terribly unhip. People here are so provincial. You can't even buy a New York Times in this one-horse town! They've never heard of forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1077604248895089492004-02-24T00:30:00.000-06:002004-02-29T14:40:25.013-06:00Our hero steps off the sidewalk awkwardly. The #1 pulls up gingerly. The door remains closed steadfastly. He raps on the window smiling at the busdriver. The busdriver is worrying a fingernail with a bit of a file. A slim, fashionable young girl exits the back door. Our hero glances at the light. It is red, but not for long. He hurries himself and his three bags filled with groceries and forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1076895878404943972004-02-15T19:44:00.000-06:002004-02-23T14:41:11.733-06:00Last night, the Cult of Physical Beauty convened one of their frequent tableaux vivants at a certain Caucus Club, located on the fringe of the City's Red Light (sometimes River) District. Fakers who fake glommed to the casting call like a jar of doomed lightning bugs. With studied nonchalance, black bangs, Parliament cigarettes, watery well drinks, and ambidextrous gendering, the crowd forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1076373330303243712004-02-09T18:35:00.000-06:002004-02-10T17:53:21.450-06:00I've all but lost my office pool on which stultifying dud will get the Democratic nomination. I wagered safely and gave Dean 50-50 odds. That was two months ago. Now it's apparent that John Kerry will take the nomination by a landslide. I'm out a few bucks but now there's the fun of putting my near minimum-wage earnings up for the Presidential race. Before Saddam's capture, I thought for forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1075838925614317822004-02-03T14:08:00.000-06:002004-02-03T14:59:09.076-06:00"I should persecute anyone who would not show me respect. I should live at ease, I should die with dignity, why, it is charming, perfectly charming! And what a good round belly I should have grown, what a treble chin I should have established, what a ruby nose I should have coloured for myself, so that everyone would have said, looking at me: 'Here is an asset! Here is something real and solid!' forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1075150780213404792004-01-26T14:59:00.000-06:002004-01-29T17:49:20.466-06:00The Yelp Heard 'Round the World got me thinking about the 2000 erection, the first time I took notice of a presidential race. I was born in 1980, the year America let a second-rate actor into the White House to fight the Evil Empire for eight years. In 1988, I was too young to know that the Bush dynasty had come to fruition. In 1992, I had enough hormones coursing through my body to identify forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1074643075177038562004-01-20T17:57:00.000-06:002004-01-20T18:01:44.043-06:00Hipbrarians: A hip librarian who during the day curates books and at night curates compliments on their fastidious wardrobe and vast knowledge of obscure 80s New Wave bands. Subspecies: The more politicized hip librarian who puts together zines about Radical Librarianism. May volunteer/work at lefty bookstores.
Trustafarians: Aspires to true hippieness, but lacks the will and ability. Livesforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1074641957287514612004-01-20T17:39:00.000-06:002004-01-20T17:40:43.280-06:00What's it gonna be then, eh? Me and my four droogs, Big Toe, This Little Piggy, That Little Piggy, and the Market Fanatic, were sitting around in this flip horrorshow boot that's good for kicking, thinking of ways to escape when it occurred to our collective consciences that these boots was made for walking... and that's just what we's gonna do, walk all over you!forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1074268408269819232004-01-16T09:53:00.000-06:002004-01-20T15:08:28.810-06:00On Wednesday, I drove to Dallas with L. to attend an abstinence-only sex ed. program at T.P. Middle School. The presentation was put on by Aim for Success, the nation's largest provider of "abstinence-only" education for middle and high school students. AFS is part of a nationwide movement to transform sex ed. in schools from what's called "comprehensive education" (think Planned Parenthood) toforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1073687923201966012004-01-09T16:38:00.000-06:002004-01-09T16:40:30.000-06:00First, read Dec. 23's blog entry.
Now, here's an excellent example of Chomskian predictions shipwrecked on recent history. The inexorable logic of his analysis failed and for all those who buy his arguments wholesale, it's time for a re-appraisal. Just so you know that I'm not preaching, I've only recently reconsidered my blind faith in Chomsky. The quote below was probably the biggest forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1073496267251665742004-01-07T11:24:00.000-06:002004-01-09T11:40:14.466-06:00UPDATE (1/9/04): The Austin American-Statesman ran the LA Times article on Thursday.
White Supremacist terrorists in East Texas with plans to possibly murder thousands of people... and all the feds do is issue a half-page press release. This story has received almost no coverage outside of East Texas media. In fact, a Lexis-Nexis search only turned up four articles in the whole country: a forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1073325513253515002004-01-05T11:58:00.000-06:002004-01-05T11:59:43.873-06:00ITEM! Activists report that non-hierarchical organizing usually ends up being non-organizing hierarchically.
ITEM! The Dennis Kucinich whirlwind hit Austin this weekend, preaching enlightenment, vegangelizing left and right (mostly left), and stirring up white, middle-class activists to collective apoplexy.
ITEM! A poet says, "When you begin to dream of dreaming, the moment of awakening forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1072208511162511122003-12-23T13:41:00.000-06:002004-01-02T16:40:38.090-06:00I fear that the content of this blog might make me look, at times, like some anti-American Al-Qaeda supporter, especially to the more knee-jerk among us. Intense criticism is too often mistaken for unthinking hatred. Worse, critics are often mistaken for sociopaths. First of all, let me state unequivocally that I do not hate "America." Now, the more astute among you have identified a sly moveforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1071618569399185542003-12-16T17:49:00.000-06:002003-12-17T12:55:19.110-06:00Saddam is captured! We got 'em! Regards from President Bush!
Oh yes, everywhere you turn people are gloating about Saddam's demise. From the guy on the bus to the President. From your mother to the white-bearded dude who writes for the Statesman. Everyone's gettin' in on the fun. Thought he could outsmart us, huh? Guess we showed him. Ohmigod, Saddam is such a loser, hiding out in that forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1071545784653660262003-12-15T21:36:00.000-06:002003-12-15T21:38:04.796-06:00I'm on the home stretch of completing applications to graduate school, but I'm winded and the folks in the bleachers are starting to unnerve me with their tireless and overconfident cheering. It's this damn "Statement of Purpose" with its regal-sounding name and hint at finality that's got me all hung up. I have to complete it this week and unfortunately I just decided to scrap what I have thusforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1071275348892813882003-12-12T18:29:00.000-06:002003-12-12T18:29:56.513-06:00I committed the ultimate sin against Keeping Austin Weird: I bought (cheap) shit at Wal-Mart. I can already hear the collective (and collectivist) whisperings among the Leftist tag-alongs, Wheatsville grousers, and Barton Springs earthmothers. [Shock! Shock! Horror! Horror!]..."How could he?!" "His credentials should be revoked." "How does this help the revolution, how does it?" "I think forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1071009129708146212003-12-09T16:32:00.000-06:002003-12-09T16:34:46.373-06:00My friend Leah has written a scathing critique of Friendster that you must read:
Want to smash the state? Want to submit a
crippling blow to capitalism? Want to remove yourself
from a homogenized target market? You can start by
getting off Friendster.
At first glance, Friendster is a simple networking
tool. People can foster relationships with likeminded
individuals while maintaining forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1070495691495500562003-12-03T17:54:00.000-06:002003-12-03T17:55:29.873-06:00vitriolic fall
autumnal awe
some sigh
silent "ahhhs"
but this not at all
all there is to say
for what november hides
december surprises.forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1070495197353217132003-12-03T17:46:00.000-06:002003-12-03T17:47:15.826-06:00"The problem with the Left is..." - when half your life's conversations start this way it's time for a re-evaluation....
why aren't all your conversations starting this way??!!!
forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1070485385462975482003-12-03T15:03:00.000-06:002003-12-03T17:52:26.920-06:00Shouting the poetic truths of high-school journalkeepers!!!
i got dumped.
i know it's final because i changed my friendster status to "single." fitting since i met her via friendster. "so, what's your major?": an inauspicious beginning.
does it hurt?
no, because there's a cactus where my heart once was.
i only wish the best for the one who left. she deserves someone who appreciates her for forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1070409318600358282003-12-02T17:55:00.000-06:002003-12-02T17:55:55.983-06:00Scraped from the bleeding uterus of the Internet:
The US defence secretary scooped the Plain English Campaign's premier Foot In Mouth trophy for his 62-word attempt to clarify a point to a defence department meeting: "Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1069875174799099652003-11-26T13:32:00.000-06:002003-11-30T16:11:37.233-06:00Many of my friends just returned from Miami bruised in body and spirit. They went to speak truth to power, but the power they found had no ears to listen (Nietzsche: "Must one smash their ears before they learn to listen with their eyes?" - but what do you do with those who have neither?). They went to protest the signing of the Free Trade Agreement of the Americas (FTAA), accords that would forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1069625051010681942003-11-23T16:04:00.000-06:002003-11-23T18:27:54.623-06:00DOWN WITH!!!!...
First Thursdays
Resumes
The Nation-State
The West Mall Virus (a nasty bug acquired by campus politicos that keeps one lingering 'round and 'round)
The Self-Indulgence of Post-College Wanksters with Too Many Expectations
Homophobes Who Drive Big Cars and Yell "Fag" at Guys on Bikes
Dan Savage of Sex Column Fame
The New Factory People Store in SoCo
The Coinage of the Term "Brah", forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1069453808691044762003-11-21T16:30:00.000-06:002003-11-23T02:37:18.843-06:00Hun-Hunahpu has been punching at a tar baby. It's called Graduate School. The place where people with no real skills and a pathological fear of work go to get lost in the fogs and bogs of Theoryland. Oh, but they make you run such a gantlet to get there. I call it The Game. First, there's picking the schools to apply to. You must do this carefully because you can't apply everywhere. forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1068667322876922992003-11-12T14:02:00.000-06:002003-11-13T19:05:50.326-06:00i want to smash this surveillance society. with a ball-peen hammer i'll take to the streets - clockwork orange style - and turn those cleverly-disguised security cameras into pulp. i'll lightly tap the skulls of those fellow citizens who have absorbed The Gaze so thoroughly that they might as well be the human equivalent of a CU-seeMe camera. I'll pound 16-penny nails into the local newscasterforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1067627357272400992003-10-31T13:09:00.000-06:002003-10-31T13:09:16.353-06:00Slowly, I crawl out from under this sickness. The only good I can find in losing 10+ days to feeling like shit, missing out on life, and watching more television than anyone ever should is that now maybe I can begin to re-appreciate the "little things" in life. Not to sound like a Hallmark card, but there is something special about the smell of coffee brewing, the friendly sound of a warm cafe,forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com98tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1066855732738339882003-10-22T15:48:00.000-05:002003-10-22T15:57:46.010-05:00these dice are loaded. faithful readers, your beloved hun-hunapuh has been sent to the Underworld among the large, dull minions of the state and the tiny, debilitating servants of sickness. down here in the House of Bats, Camazotz, Ruler of Bats, has beheaded me. in the beginning, man was perfect, perfect as only Balam-Quitzé (Tiger with the Sweet Smile), Balam-Agab (Tiger of the Night), forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1066169936080333552003-10-14T17:18:00.000-05:002003-10-14T18:05:45.013-05:00read my column in the Texan. just like every week, it's me issuing firebrand declarations on topics no one cares about. the two things that keep me going are 1) anger (it's a gift; don't waste it) 2) the belief that someday my opinions will prove prescient. like this whole security camera deal: i guess the issue just seems kinda pedestrian to most people. "what's the big deal?" i think is forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1065984556387574942003-10-12T13:49:00.000-05:002003-10-13T12:33:06.180-05:00everything under the sun has been said twice if not a thousand times over. this is why everything i say sounds so hollow in my ears. not if i read a thousand more books and write a thousand more words will i ever improve my chances of saying something new. recombination can produce something that smells fresh but the fragrance is a cheap perfume that blows away with the slightest breeze. forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1065803174350058892003-10-10T11:26:00.000-05:002003-10-10T11:26:14.106-05:00I'm swimming up towards the surface; I've been underwater for quite some time, folks. Not going to school, not going out, simply submerged eye-to-eye with someone else counting the hairs on their head. It's been nice but a man can't live on this alone...forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1065124077128319702003-10-02T14:13:00.000-05:002003-10-02T16:19:00.920-05:00Nothing reeks more than an advertisement that tries to be multicultural and PC by simply reversing the dominant terms of gender and race. For example, there was a Sonic commercial on regular rotation a few weeks ago that showed two cops sitting in their squad car at a Sonic.
In the driver's seat there is a black woman (wearing her seatbelt of course even though they're parked). In the forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1064520886457151342003-09-25T15:06:00.000-05:002003-09-25T15:23:39.570-05:00It has come to "my" attention that the author of this blog has been hiding behind his pseudonym, Hun-Hunahpu. Perhaps, in part to be somewhat less than totally sincere and authentic. Other bloggers have been offering up little pieces of themselves as sacrifice to the collective conscience of cyberspace. Many of these pieces have been poetic.
So then, a partial glimpse at the man behind the forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1064520183737394192003-09-25T14:26:00.000-05:002003-09-25T15:03:32.540-05:00I've been feeling so physically weird lately that it's about time to diagnose myself with something. my head hurts and sometimes my whole field of vision will pivot around some hidden axis, making me feel faint. my eyes get really red for no reason and i get so muddled i can't remember really basic things. i attribute all this to my job as a periodicals librarian.
let me explain: somedays i forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1064447804808202892003-09-24T18:56:00.000-05:002003-09-24T18:56:44.186-05:00i think it's time for a little bit of the old ultraviolence, don't you?
i have to agree with bakunin that (directed) violence could have quite a great cleansing power in these times. let's go rent a pinata, whaddyasay?forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1064436152136015022003-09-24T15:31:00.000-05:002003-09-24T18:53:19.753-05:00I'd like to find the marketing prick who came up with the name "SoCo" for the "ultra-hip" (in the words of ACL Festival promoters) South Congress shopping area. While I might appreciate some of the stores - i.e. the ones not dripping with pretension - the name "SoCo" is unbearably pretentious for the Live Music Capital of the State. Of course the name has intentional overtones of "SoHo" in NYCforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1064279502755571342003-09-22T19:32:00.000-05:002003-09-22T20:11:42.723-05:00"Punk rock died the first time a kid said, 'Punk's not dead. Punk's not dead.'" -Silver Jews.
Truer words were never spoken. Now, as a tyro in things anthropological, I might question this antirock rockstar's methodology (i.e. is this observation a social fact in the sense that it can be empirically confirmed? did the narrator of the song actually witness the death of punk once a "kid" swore forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com76tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1063904852657720592003-09-18T12:07:00.000-05:002003-09-21T19:41:24.983-05:00You know what, call me an elitist and call me unAmerican. I am sick of hiding behind the mealymouthed platitudes of "I love my country, but I hate my government." Or "the people are alright; it's just the media feeds them lies." Or "If people knew the truth, they would rise up and fight." BULLOCKS! Molly Ivins says, "The People Is Not Dumb." I say "Maybe the People Is Not Dumb, But They Gotforresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1063671501948875462003-09-15T19:18:00.000-05:002003-09-15T19:26:15.273-05:00I miss many things. In between the creaking monorhythm of this rockin' chair, a slideshow of the Past clicks before my squeegeed third eye...
I used to fish once or twice or thrice a week. It's true. I unabashedly and habitually fished for fish for the sake of fishing for fish. Mostly I used live bait. In fresh water, I used worms or minnows. In salt, I used shrimp, mullet, croaker, piggy forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1063319561496763852003-09-11T17:32:00.000-05:002003-09-11T17:36:19.356-05:00fucking fuck. so, i go to get my stupid fucking """""""vintage"""""" vespa scooter and the fucking repairs are fucking almost $200 fucking dollars even though i just bought the fucking thing three fucking weeks ago. then, i go to take off and i fucking flip the thing over in a kindof grotesque wheelie. the """""""hipmodvintageretro""""""" piece of shit proceeds to take off in first with me forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com77tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604573.post-1063065204121387602003-09-08T18:53:00.000-05:002003-09-08T18:53:49.210-05:00i've got some hijinx for this semester up my sleeves:
1) i'm going to hijack the sound system for the west mall "free speech zone" and play this bill hicks CD really loud over the P.A. yup, that's it.
2) i'm going to ask this itinerant "rationalistic" preacher-man who comes to UT every year and films himself humiliating smartass atheist philosophy students the following question: "sir, forresthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07394854346267490115noreply@blogger.com0