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06:05 pm
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So What!
I knew it was just a matter of time before John Conyers and I would co-sponsor legislation.
http://www.govtrack.us/congress/billtext.xpd?bill=hr111-894
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02:53 pm
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the HOTEL is going a little crazy with this definite article business
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08:51 am
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Those Unpragmatic Lithuanians
So I realize I'm turning into Paul Phillips when my blog just becomes, "hey, check out this great Glenn Greenwald piece," but I still look better in shorts at least. Check out this great Glenn Greenwald piece:
Rule-of-law extremism engulfs primitive Eastern Europe
I fancy myself a pragmatist, but I always thought there was something icky with the notion of "moving forward," but couldn't exactly put my finger on it until I read this sentence: Unlike those unhinged primitive nations with no democratic traditions, we understand that
government crimes should be disclosed, investigated and punished only when they occur
during a time other than the Past.
And from a different piece (on trying "suspected terrorists"), I noticed recently that The Wall Street Journal and Glenn Greenwald are on the same page with regards to the DoJ's disfiguring contortions about when the rule of law applies. That's gotta be a sign it's time to move to Canada. Or Lithuania.
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06:56 am
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Dead or Canadian?:
Ken Ober
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06:45 am
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Bippity-Boppity-BOO!
( Read more... )
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05:57 pm
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Hands-on Parenting
"Colleen, when that episode of the Osbornes is over, you gotta do your homework...". Which I texted from the bedroom thirty feet away.
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07:20 am
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Strange Overlap in This Week's Nonfiction
..A man on the White House payroll had hired and supervised the black picketers
who greeted Muskie at his Florida hotel. His name was Donald Segretti, and he had
also secured a spy to get hired as a Muskie campaign driver -- which was how Evans
and Novak got the secret memo on Muskie's California property-tax hearings...
Segretti had been recruited by the man in closest physical proximity to the president,
Dwight L. Chapin -- his personal aide, or "body man." A former junior executive at
Haldeman's old advertising firm, he got together with another Haldeman protege,
Gordon Strachan, to effectuate the demands Nixon was always grunting to sabotage
Democrats. They called such false-flag black operations "ratfucks" -- the term of
art of right-wing student politics at USC, of which both Chapin and Strachan were
alumni -- and they hit on Don Segretti, whose campaign for student senate they had
worked on, as the man for the job. Chapin arranged for Segretti to meet with Herbert
Kalmbach, who finalized a $16,000 salary for him from one of his slush funds...
Segretti turned to more willing recruits: fellow veterans of conservative campus
politics. Political dirty tricks were the bread and meat of the young conservative
movement that organized in the early sixties around National Review and the
Goldwater for President crusade. Young Americans for Freedom, Tom Charles Huston's
old outfit, for instance, set up camp in a hotel for the 1961 conference of the
National Student Association with a mimeograph machine, walkie-talkies, and a bevy of
secret operatives who pretended to be strangers but identified themselves to one
another by wearing suspenders -- all funded with the help of Bill Rusher, National
Review's publisher and another former army intelligence office -- and took over the
resolutions committee via a phony "middle-of-the-road caucus." The Young Republican
National Federation was shot through with so much chicanery that its 1963 convention
turned into a chair-throwing brawl. College Republicans put on elections more rank
than banana republics: here was where young operatives learned the black art of setting
up "rotten boroughs" -- fake chapters -- in order to control the national conventions.
Then they brought their skills to the grownups' game. One especially nasty operator
was loaned by the College Republicans to the campaign to defeat the Democratic candidate
for state treasurer in Illinois in 1970, Al Dixon. Dixon was having a formal reception
to open his Chicago headquarters. This kid assumed an alias, volunteered for the campaign,
stole the candidate's stationery, and distributed a thousand fake invitations -- they
promised "free beer, free food, girls and a good time for nothing" -- at communes,
rock concerts, and street corners where Chicago's drunken hoboes congregated. The kid's
name was Karl Rove. The RNC soon hired him at $9200 a year to give seminars on his
techniques. Nixonland p629-630.
The preferences of male quail have been tested by putting a male in a cage with two
females and observing with which female the male spent more time or copulated. When a male
was given a choice between females that he had never seen before (although some were his
relatives that had been separated from him before hatching), he preferred his first cousin
to his third cousin or an unrelated female, but he also preferred his first cousin to his
sister. Evidently, male quail as they grow up learn the appearance of their sisters
(or mother) with whom they are reared, then seek a mate that is very similar but not too
similar. In fancy technical language, biologists term this the Principle of Optimal
Intermediate Similarity. Like other things in life, inbreeding seems to be good in
moderation -- a little inbreeding but not too much. For instance, among unrelated females
a male prefers an unfamiliar one over a familiar one with whom he grew up (a "pseudo-sister,"
who pushes the male's not-too-much-incest button).
Mice and rats similarly learn in childhood what to look for in mates, but they choose
by smell more than by appearance. When infant female mice were reared by parents sprayed
repeatedly with Parma Violet perfume, the females on reaching adulthood sought out Parma
Violet-scented males in preference to unscented males. In another experiment, infant male
rats were reared by mother rats whose nipples and vagina were sprayed with lemon odor,
then the male on reaching adulthood was put in a cage with a lemon-smelling or unscented
female rat. Each such encounter was videotaped and played back to note the times of key
events. It turned out that males with scented mothers mounted and ejaculated more quickly
when placed with a scented female than an unscented one, while the reverse was true for
males with unscented mothers. For example, sons of scented mother rats were so excited
by a scented sex partner that they ejaculated in only 11.5 minutes while they took over
17 minutes to ejaculate with an unscented female. But sons of unscented mother rats took
over 17 minutes with the scented partner and only 12 minutes with the unscented
partner. Obviously, the males had learned to be sexually excited by their mother's smell
(or lack of smell); they did not inherit the knowledge.The Third Chimpanzee, p 106-107.
Kennebunkport (JGN) -- The secret service announced today that former White House Chief of Staff Karl Rove was killed by agents at a Bush family picnic when he suddenly attacked Barbara Bush. At this time the Service has yet to determine a motive for the shift in behaviour. Details were scant, but one anonymous attendee said that the family and friends were sitting in lawn chairs doing nothing more than conversing when Mr. Rove began wildly humping Mrs. Bush's leg. He did add that it occurred shortly after the 84-year old former first lady spilt half a glass of lemonade on her apron. The investigation continues.
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07:57 pm
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Really Good Band Alert
Flipping through the channels an hour ago, I came across The Lawrence Welk Show and was curious.
They're pretty good.
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02:22 pm
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Presidential Reports Draft Actual Trifecta Payout
1. U.S. Grant
2. Herbert Hoover
3. Abraham Lincoln
The tri paid $11418.40 on a two-dollar ticket.
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10:25 am
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Playing Politics
So, Colleen got the last pick or so (of 35ish) in her draft and ended up w Martin Van Buren. She thought he must've had some significance because that's a street in Phoenix. I opted not to tell her the only thing natives associate with that street ares $20 round-the-worlds and the mental hospital. At dinner she said kids could trade if they wanted to, and I pointed out that there really is no mathematical basis for a trade because if it's somebody who drafted after you with whom you're trading you could've picked their guy if that was the one you desired, and that every transaction will have one person in that spot.
Just now she calls me up to bring money at pickup for an overdue book or something, and said "Guess what?! I got Eisenhower." "How'd you do that?" "I kept taunting Antonio saying Martin Van Buren singed the Declaration of Independence and Eisenhower did not. na-na-na." A neat trick given he was born in 1782.
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07:26 am
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Presidential Reports Trifecta
Yesterday, Colleen's class drafted presidents for their reports. Students' names were drawn out of a hat and they each made a unique selection. Name the first 3 presidents chosen in the order they were drafted.
===== EDIT: I just talked to C on phone and asked her; Obama was ineligible. =====
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09:05 am
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I Invented the Search Algorithm
Al Gore recounted a conversation he had with Brin and Page a few years ago in
the conference room near their office. Gore raised specific concerns about aspects
of search quality. "They had to go to another meeting," Gore recalled, and said,
'If you can stay, Al, we'd like to bring in the search-quality researchers and
specialists in charge of this part of the business.' Ten of them came in. Larry and
Sergey left. I spent another three hours. And then when it was over, I gave Larry
and Sergey an oral report."
Some weeks later, Gore said, laughing, "I went up to their office and found that
all ten of those people had been moved in. All ten of them!" He described how Page
and Brin had had to cram twelve computer monitors into their office, and "move around
some of their toys -- a remote-control helicopter, flying messenger boards.." The
researchers and specialists stayed -- until Brin and Page satisfied themselves that
they had an ongoing system for maintaining hypervigilance." He added, "I defy you
to find two other executives in the world who would bring a team like that into
their personal office for weeks on end."The New Yorker, Oct 12, 2009, p 55.
Ostensibly the point of this passage was to illuminate how Google is different from other companies, and from Al Gore's standpoint it was to illuminate how Al Gore is different from other celeb consultants/board members. But JFK. Al casually came up with a way to game the search algorithm that was legitimate enough that the bosses poured a couple thousand of their best-and-brightest's man hours to addressing the problem? Even if a massive sense of self importance has inflated this story by a magnitude, that's still pretty impressive. I just don't see how he failed to make a guy with a 105 IQ look like he had no business running for president.
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10:34 am
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A Vast LeftWing Conspiracy and the Mainstream
Limbaugh Ousted in Bid For Rams
Limbaugh was to be a limited partner in a bid led by St. Louis Blues chairman Dave
Checketts, but Checketts said in a statement Wednesday that Limbaugh's participation had
complicated the effort. The group will move forward without him.
"This is not about the NFL, it's not about the St. Louis Rams, it's not about me,"
Limbaugh said. "This is about the ongoing effort by the left in this country, wherever
you find them, in the media, the Democrat Party or wherever, to destroy conservatism,
to prevent the mainstreaming of anyone who is prominent as a conservative."
Limbaugh's bid ran into opposition from within the NFL on Tuesday when Colts owner
Jim Irsay said he would vote against the radio personality.===========
Two (or three) observations about Rush Limbaugh's view of Htrae:
1) In Rush's World, one guy (ONE GUY!) saying, "No we don't want you in our club," is the bloody glove of a vast leftwing conspiracy.
2) "to prevent the mainstreaming of anyone who is prominent as a conservative"
tr.v. main·streamed, main·stream·ing, main·streams
1. To integrate (a student with special needs) into regular school classes.
2. To incorporate into a prevailing group.
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/mainstream
Now, (at least) one of two things is true.
2a) Rush doesn't know what the word mainstream means. I don't think this is true. But infinitely more embarrassing,
2b) In Rush Limbaugh's world, the mainstream = the club of NFL owners. (Notice how I don't even have to go the special-ed route to hit this softball?) Searching on a few names of owners reveals:
Colts: Jim Irsay, net worth $1.1 Billion
Cowboys: Jerry Jones, net worth $1.8 Billion
Seahawks: Paul Allen, net worth $10.5 Billion
Rush thinks that a cabal of 32 sports barons is the prevailing group to which he has now been unjustly blackballed. The mainstream. The unfairness of it all.
Hmm, all this rhetoric sounds vaguely familiar. Cue distortion of the space-time continuum.
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"The American people would rightly not tolerate this kind of concentration of power
in government. Is it not fair and relevant to questions its concentrations in the
hands of a tiny and closed fraternity of privileged men elected by no one, and
enjoying a monopoly sanctioned and licensed by government?" -- Source
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06:09 am
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Nobel Caws
I find the rhetoric regarding Obama's Nobel Prize almost as amusing as the award itself. "The Republican Party has thrown in its lot with the terrorists - the Taliban
and Hamas this morning - in criticizing the President for receiving the Nobel Peace
prize," DNC communications director Brad Woodhouse told POLITICO.Lest I appear to be picking on just half the idiots in the world, the same kind of things were said regarding people who questioned the wisdom of invading Iraq when in fact it was the un-Iraq 2/3 of the Axis of Evil with nukes. By the way, getting a bit afield, does anyone else think the Iran-runup rhetoric smacks familiar?
So is this the level of debate in our country now? Find someone who agrees with someone who disagrees with you. Equate. For example, if Pope Benedict XVI and Roman Polanski both think that Ron Santo should be in the Baseball Hall of Fame, is it fair to say that the former is a despicable child rapist who deserves to be put in a cell with Charles Manson and fucked in the ass every night while Chucky sings Helter Skelter? Perhaps not. More scary than the fact that the people in power actually say these things is that they didn't become kingmakers without knowing how to sell soap to the masses. People so want to have their biases confirmed that creating the most thought-tight echo chambers has replaced sensible persuasion.
As for awarding the prize to a man who is avowedly escalating a war against guys who don't even have plumbing halfway around the world, um okay. He certainly wouldn't have been first on my ballot, but... who cares?!? Quoting Glenn Greenwald, The "global community" didn't honor the American President; five Norwegians did. To put this in context, it took over 100,000 F.A.M.E. voters to determine that in 2008 Jenna Haze was in fact the Best Anal Starlet. By my reckoning, this is 140x more significant -- not even counting the benefits of eliminating systemic Scandinavian slant. Maybe we can get some Norwegians on the veterans committee.
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08:05 am
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But Call Me Aloysius Devadander Abercrombie
Well, though I mentioned it in the title, I forgot to elaborate on the ACL mud. This was probably the best mud I've ever experienced. Perhaps the best mud since 1917. I kept wishing all the guys on the high-school chess team were there, because this was serious football mud. (Our school chess team never actually played chess with each other, preferring football, basketball and poker.) Thick and wet, but not runny. And lots of it. This was the kind of mud where you hit a guy on first-down, and you don't see him again til third down. There's a perception that bog football is a low-scoring dull affair, but once you're open, you're really open. Mud. It's the great equalizer. Genetic inequalities are washed away for one day by the mud. God rolled you an eight for speed? Be baptized in the mud! A seven for strength? Just get low in the mud. A three for charisma? Helllooo, mud.
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10:41 am
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Thus Came Dick
"Johnson Unit Assails Whites in Negro Riots" was the (redundant? -JG) headline in the New York Times. Nixonland, p239.
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06:53 am
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2009 ACL: Three Days of Peace, Mud and Music
Friday
The sun is up and beating down.
Hot enough to melt the ground
Coheed and Cambria - One of those bands, like Rush or Dream Theater, that appeal to musicians more than straights. They're great players, but those vocals are just way out there. I love Rush and DT, but I gotta draw the line somewhere. And here it is. I was hoping for more instrumentals.
BassNectar - DJing doesn't move me a ton, but I gotta give props to a guy who can mix a 50-minute word ladder starting with Pink Floyd's "One of These Days," and finishing with "Walk Like an Egyptian."
ThieveryCorp - I first saw them live a couple years ago when they opened for Van Morrison here, and it was like the best double bill ever. Maybe I had a bad seat, but the sound just didn't hit me like last time. Exit halfway through to go position for TCV.
Them Crooked Vultures - So, the word for a band made up of members of other bands is supergroup. This one is Dave Grohl, Josh Homme and John Paul Jones. Now, unless you're like five Ctrl-HCtrl-HCtrl-HCtrl-H four guys all named Jackson, you probably played in some other band before the one you're currently in. But is every supergroup super? Would you call Asia super? Chickenfoot? A better definition of supergroup would be a bunch of guys who are already famous and aren't gonna be spending their days stapling fliers on telephone poles to try to get enough people to see them at the Whiskey that they don't have to pay the promoter. That is, they've got their shit handed to them.
I have an opinion on the supergroup concept which I've been meaning to elaborate for awhile, and if it may seem like I'm ragging on TCV, I'm not.
Rock isn't like basketball where you can put Larry, Magic and Michael on the same team and everyone else is fucked. Jazz musicians kinda do this, but they have a catalog of 500 or so standards that everyone knows and they can draw upon while they come up with new ideas. Either that or the leader has these great ideas of his own and these guys are brought in to execute them. (I'm thinking specifically of Miles Davis here.) But the Miles' are the outliers. It takes time to come up with good songs. Skynyrd practiced like twelve hours a day for years before their first contract. Sklanksy would say that the reason bands suffer a sophomore jinx(c.f. The Cars) is that there's a observational bias for the the albums that make it the first time, which is partly true, but I say it's because the first album was ten years in the making and the second one came from ideas generated between your first experience with blow and a groupie swinging off your knob. Now consider the supergroup. Skip the 12 hours's and the 10 years's and move straight to album #2.
The (unfortunately) obvious comparison for TCV is Led Zeppelin (who when they were first signed were considered a bit of a supergroup). 1/3 of them were in Zep and another 1/3 of them openly lobbied for the most coveted chair in rock despite the fact that the fix was in before the chair even became open. Zeppelin is unique in that they actually follow the first album methodology with their second album and vice versa. On their first album, they successfully dodged the sophomore jinx by lifting the Willie Dixon catalog. But the material on their second album was developed while Protestantly touring their first. A careful study of the bootlegs of the '69 shows will show just about every riff from the second album coming from jams of other songs. AND THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE GREAT MUSIC. Talent and a lot of time to generate and hone new musical ideas.
So, the biggest problem with supergroups isn't that they can't play, but that they haven't had enough time to develop new material. I bet if TCV tours incessantly and they are really hungry, they'll make some great album in 18 months. Just in time for JPJ to move back to his regular gig, hopefully.
As for the show itself, it really did rock. Every song started out with some riff that made me say, "hey isn't that .." but the riffs were just pro forma for the jams. A little Foghatty sometimes, but I guess it all goes back to Dixon. I was especially interested in observing Dave Grohl given that drumming hadn't been his day job for a while, but damn he's good. He set his kit up just like Bonzo (no Vistalite thankfully), and looked just the part save the bowler, but wisely he avoided the temptation and played Grohl-style rather than Bonzo-style. Grohl-style is hard for me to put my finger on. If you were to write it out, you'd say oh, that's not too hard, but playing it first seems pretty hard. He knows exactly how to drop the bombs in without being busy is the best way I can put it, but there's more to it than that. He's got a lot of taste. Once you let go of the form strictures and absorb yourself in the jams, they were pretty good. Not String-Cheese Incident-type jams, but just the right duration with clearly defined advancement of musical ideas. For example, one song started out as a "Looks That Kill" and finished "Layla." JPJ played bass, keys and slide even for one song, but it didn't come off as look-at-me. More like, we can do what we want and we will. And they did.
The headliners for Friday were Kings of Leon replacing the B-Boys. eh, I'll pass. Best wishes MCA; hope to see you soon.
Saturday
A little water'd do us good.
The clouds would help us if they could.
They'd send showers of pouring rain.
Get everything wet again
Flogging Molly - The first time I ever saw FM was in a bar in Austin a few years ago where they played a one-hour set which was pretty good. Now a one-hour set seems like a drive-by shooting. Most of my favorite songs are the ones they play in a two-hour set, but won't make the cut in one. About one minute after they started, the skies opened up like a gaping wound pelting the women and children, and especially me, who thought that five dollars for a poncho outside the show was a total rip. Hiding under plastic sheeting was still an option, but I came to rock. Great gig as always, if a bit short. Dave King felt at home in the weather. Of course, he was under a canopy. I was not. By the end, I would've been drier had I just jumped into Lake Travis.
And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - Dull Death Cab in the rain seemed kinda redundant so it was over to the main stage to jockey for position for the two bands to come.
The Levon Helm Band - According to the ACL website, 4598 people added Levon to their schedule, while across the pond, 14598 (yes, exactly 10k more) added Mos Def during the same time slot. What a bunch of wankers. Apparently, Mos Def showed up 20 minutes late (for a one-hour slot!), rambled, blathered and just plain sucked. To you 14598, I say "haha!" A pre-show press release mentions the performance was to be taped and broadcast as the first hip-hop performance in ACL's 35-year history. Good going, MD. Ozzy's now got a better shot of being invited on ACL before another hiphopper or perhaps even any black man not named Cray. Meanwhile Levon, who is looking at the big 7-0 next year, and oh just got out of the cancer ward and can't even fucking talk rocked the fucking house. His band was tight with a capital T and there were more than enough sidemen/women to pick up the vocal duties. Levon comes out looking like a cross between Tiny Tim and Gollum, but put him behind the kit, and he came to life. A complete mastery of the idiom.
Dave Matthews Band - By the time DMB came on, I was shaking more than an epileptic on an orgasmatron. Blowing the whole thing off and taking a 45-minute hot shower seemed like a really good idea. But then Dave Matthews came on. DMB is one of the bands I've wanted to see for a long time, but haven't. Usually it's summer and I'm either at WSOP or it's 120 degrees out and I puss out. These guys really rock. And having mentioned how much I loved Grohl and Levon, I'll say this about Carter Beauford. Sick. Just sick.
Sunday
We could go and float around
in our favorite swimming ground.
The B-52s - What a great way to start the day. And one hour is the perfect amount of B-52s. I don't know if Rock Lobster is your favorite party song of all time, but it's mine. And you're wrong.
White Lies - If you never had the chance to see Joy Division, maybe these guys will fool you. The sound is the same. The only difference is, um, good songs.
Arctic Monkeys - These guys are good and their songs are good. Can you tell I've been up for three hours and am thinking about breakfast now more than writing an essay on every band? This is everything good about nonsupergroups.
The Dead Weather - This is another JackWhite incarnation, this time with him on drums. He should probably stick to guitar. I'm sure that the only reason they got this slot was their star-power rather than actual music. This is everything wrong with supergroups.
Michael Franti (Spearhead) - I've always liked his music, even if it's stylistically all over the place. I didn't even plan on seeing him, but I was in a great spot while waiting for Pearl Jam. They should consider having him open for them.
PearlJam - It's funny. I always felt like Pearl Jam was more prolific than I could keep up with. Like I got into Vitalogy and then No Code comes out. It really was hard to keep up. Then the other day I'm driving and hear some new song on the radio, and after like two seconds of guitars I'm thinking this band is great, I gotta check them out. Of course, it was the new Pearl Jam. Pullin' me back in. One good thing about playing for twenty years is, um, you have a lot of good songs to choose from. I had forgotten how many of their songs I loved. Probably less than a half hour in, they played Even Flow. Isn't that like their biggest hit. No dropoff, though. Great song after great song. I'll definitely resee them next time they get near me. I'm not even sure what they played the third hour -- by that time I was barely able to walk and still had to shuffle a couple miles in mud to get to the car. Hope I die before I get old.
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11:46 am
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Let Freedom Ring
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and 13-year old girls are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of Holocaust victims and the prepubescent daughers of former slave owners will be able to lie down together on the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice by lowering its age of consent from sixteen to thirteen.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the consent of their character, toxicology notwithstanding.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious ageists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with elderly white men.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every desire shall be exalted, every age difference shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all we shall all see flesh together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to America with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to play together, to struggle together, yet not go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "Mr. Polanski, 'tis of thee, sweet land of pre-puberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let sexual freedom between parties of any age, drugged or not, ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let sexual freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let sexual freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the pre-curvaceous slopes of the wannabe starlets of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from my Stone Fountain of Orgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout for Interpol Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children will be able to join sleeping bags with black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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09:51 am
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Important Directions for All My Friends in Case I'm an Internationally Hunted Child Rapist
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Investigators in the United States say Polanski drugged and raped a 13-year-old girl
in the 1970s. Polanski pleaded guilty in 1977 to having unlawful sexual intercourse
with a minor, but he fled the United States before he could be sentenced and settled
in France.
"He's a brilliant guy, and he made a little mistake 32 years ago. What a shame for
Switzerland," said photographer Otto Weisser, a friend of Polanski.
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/09/28/zurich.roman.polanski.arrested/index.html
Yes, what a shame Switzerland finally honored the treaties it signs. What a shame
they sided with the great Satan on the raping a drugged-minor wedge issue. Now if
we can just get those pedophile Catholic priests harbored in Ireland some lift passes
for Gstaad.
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08:49 am
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2009_09_28 Three Chess Puzzles
Two are from recent games of mine, the third was from an old game I came across while looking at various attacks against the Najdorf. In each case, it is white to move. I'll put the answers in as a comment.
Geary-Eng, 2009_09_12
28. ?
Geary-Mulcahey, 2009_09_26
32. ?
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