“I repeat: what is a “news analyst,” really? I don’t think anyone has any idea: across NPR, within its vast listenership, or among the participants in the public controversy still swirling around Juan Williams. It is almost a content-less category. In fact “analysis” as NPR is using it here has a meaning so obscure, tendentious and peculiar to the culture of professional journalism that the vacuous and tautological statements I’ve quoted are probably the network’s better option.”—NPR News Analyst? How Juan Williams Got Fired
For the city of New York, baseball is no longer a thing that’s going on, according to a nonexistent informal survey I’ve just made up, but am pretty sure of. If we are lucky enough to see a Giants vs Rangers world series, then, we are all Giants.
Early this AM, around 12:20 to be precise, The F train returning to Manhattan from Park Slope was dead quiet, that is until the Delancey stop. A pack of drunkards infiltrated each of the doors. One picked a fight with a stranger that quickly degenerated into a “Really?! Calm Down! Shut Up!”-off.
Tonight, I’m finally starting Super Sad True Love Story.
“I’m all for free speech. But I would not expect my current employer to allow me to use this space to vent, as fact, all the prejudiced thoughts that fly through my head. I guess I understand how you come to believe that someone in Muslim dress is less American, or that Michelle Obama is actually “Stokely Carmichael in a dress.” But I’m not clear on why, in this era of blogs and social media, NPR then owes you their association.”—Juan Williams Tossed From NPR - Ta-Nehisi Coates
In an interview, the drummer from a band* I hear used to be relevant groused about Obama in the way only the deluded and FOX News Loving Kind Do:
I am also against the government taking over the student loan program, car companies, bailouts and the White House taking control of the census (what the hell is that all about?); [about] any First Lady telling (I know, I know, “suggesting to”) us what to eat, the mayor of New York City declaring “no salt” (screw you, pal!), the mayor/city commissioners of Anytown, U.S.A. declaring you can’t fly a flag, can’t say the Pledge of Allegiance and can’t sing the National Anthem. I’m against a President dismissing any and all who dare to disagree; the water being turned off in (central) California, at [an] area where they’ve turned off the water because they want to save a one-inch fish — turning that huge area of farming land into another dustbowl — the insipid start of food supply control methinks! The government deciding what kind of lightbulbs we can use (all you “think green” people, three objections to this b.s.: 1) Those bulbs give off the light of a candle; 2) They’re very expensive; 3) They have mercury in them - how the hell are we supposed to dispose of them?).
She’s contested the idea that she’s a Teabagger, but she speaks their language too well if you ask me.
* Also, in case you couldn’t tell, I’m being sarcastic, I know who The Velvet Underground were.
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I have a strong constitution. I rarely come down with colds; I do not get seasick or sunburnt; I am not allergic to anything. But today, I am very sick and have been awake for approximately three hours total since last night at 11:00pm when I fell asleep. I’ve been well-tended to: plied with…
Dear everybody, this whole saying “I do not like this” thing is getting a bit stupid. Don’t let the framework bring you down to it’s level. Say, “that’s such horrible bullshit,” if you mean it. Inverting the word “like” because we don’t have a thumbs down button is making people look much dumber than they are.
OR it’s revealing how stupid people actually can be.
Walking up to me expecting words—
It happens all the time
Present company excepted:
Present company, except the worst…
It happens every night,
Present company excluded every time.
The best that you can find,
Talking like a jerk except you are an actual jerk
And living proof, that sometimes friends are mean.
Present company expect it
Present company just laugh it off…
It’s better than it seems,
Present company excluded in every way
Present company makes me wanna stay go,
Killing it with close inspection.
Killing it can only make it worse,
It sort of makes it breed,
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst,
It works just like a need.
Present company excluded in the night,
Present company included in the fight, go,
Don’t you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time.
Arguments are made for make-ups,
So give it just a little more time.
We’ve got to bring the resources,
I’m gonna play until the time comes,
Forget your string of divorces,
Just go and throw your little hands up.
It’s late, I miss the way the night comes
My friends know how to make it feel good
The basement has a cold glow,
Though better than a bunch of others…
So go and dance yourself clean,
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah,
You’re blowing marxism to pieces,
Their little arguments to pieces,
It’s your show.
Put your little feet down and hang out.
Every night’s a different story,
It’s a thirty car pile-up with you,
Everybody’s getting younger…
It’s the end of an era — it’s true.
And you go: “Stop”,
Break me into bigger pieces,
So some of me is home with you,
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our dreams come true
And it’s a go,
Yeah it’s a go,
But if we wait until the weekend,
We could miss the best things to do,
So go and dance yourself clean,
Gotta dance yourself clean,
Yeah and blow the marxists into pieces
Their little argument to pieces,
Wish you’d try a little harder,
In the tedious march of the few,
Every day a different warning,
There’s a part of me hoping it’s true
”—"dance yrself clean" lyrics from this is happening liner notes booklet
The use of the word “evil” when discussing Google could have been avoided. It’s cartoonish, and has been run so far into the ground that it’s emerged in China. Hearing someone actually use the word “evil” inspires either a dearth of trust, or the mental image of a mustachioed villain – probably both. The association of Evil with the company responsible for many of today’s experiences with web browsing,personal email and internet searches, derives from Google’s private motto: “Don’t be evil.” It can’t be said whether or not Google came out with the phrase “Don’t be evil” with the intent to create a problem so ludicrous that only those prone to fits of hyperbole would bite, but any company would want to make its opponents look as ludicrous as possible as early as possible.