You GOTTA see this.
Requires QuickTime.
Windows Media here.
I convulsively checked my pockets for quarters.
Via Michele.
It’s a rainy Saturday. It’s been a long week. We’re all tired. SciFi has a disaster film marathon on…life is good.
Due to some comments and email that I’ve recently received, I find it necessary to post a few things that I do believe because as one guy put it, I don’t seem to believe in anything.
Sometimes, on ocassion, okay, most of the time, I write things simply just to tweak your pink tomahto nose.
Why?
Because what I have come to believe over the past political season and subsequent victory dance/whine-fest is that the extreme branches of both parties are edging closer and closer to complete meltdown and the sooner they fall apart the better. I believe that these runs to the extreme are based on several factors.
One. 9/11 freaked people so badly they’re still looking for anything to believe in that makes them feel safe. Some folks ran back to the 60s because…well…they don’t remember the 60s except that the music didn’t suck and they got laid a lot so… Some folks ran further back to what they think the 50s were like because the image of an America where everyone is white and Christian and well-dressed is soothing to them. Folks, it’s 2005 and we’ve got to, we have to, start dealing with the realities of THIS world.
I think this is one area where the terrorists have won. We’re more divided now than we were before 9/11, and it’s becoming more, not less serious. We knee-jerked to our respective corners and now we’re fighting each other out of them instead of the bad guys…who are laughing their asses off.
Two. Money. The media understands that extreme sells and they’re playing it to the fullest. Sometimes I think the “true believing kool-aid drinkers” are meeting for beers after work and giggling their butts off. Michael Moore is giving Rush high tens, “Good column dude, I just might have a movie idea to respond to it.” “Thanks Tiny….got any Vicodin?” Malkin, Coulter and Dowd are slamming tequilla and planning their next trip to Cabo. Franken and O’Reilly are in another booth, planning their next trip to the tropics, Franken’s checkin’ the personals, O’Reilly is staring at Malkin thinkin’, “Tahiti baby…”
Seriously. Theater is politics and politics is theater. Always has been. Always will be. If you think for a moment that anything you see on television or the movies or hear on the radio hasn’t gone through 15 revisions, edits, camera angles, you need to re-read your Plato.
Three. Glen Reynolds. Heh. See four.
Four. Frank J.. Because it’s going to piss Frank off to be one under Glen and that’s just fun in and of itself.
Five. Kos. Just because most of his readers annoy the crap out of me.
Six. Fox News Channel. More specifically the SWOOSH, “Fox News Alert.” It used to be when you heard the swoosh, you’d focus on the TV for a moment to see what was happening. Most of us have learned to ignore the swoosh because it’s become meaningless. Others have gone the other direction. When they hear the swoosh they bustle over to the TV, shouldering aside lesser mortals, to see what they’re supposed to be excited about next. I swear in my office some of the wingnuts can hear the swoosh through walls and over vast distances. I believe there’s an underlying secret swoosh in a higher frequency that only minions of Karl Rove and Rupert Murdoch can hear. They stand around the tube nodding solemnly about the state of the world and low speed chases. I’ve learned to ignore the swoosh and listen for one guy’s “Holy sh*t.” That’s usually an indication of a real news alert that may actually be interesting or entertaining.
Seven. CNN. Because they gave up even trying to pretend to be objective once Fox News started to gain in popularity. It’s like Ted Turner and his boys rolled up their sleeves and grinned, “Game on!” Hasn’t gotten any better.
Eight. R*U*S*H. Rush. The band. 2112. The album. After too many bottles of Boone’s Farm and too many sessions with the headphones in our youth, there’s an entire generation of us who are watching this mess unfold and all we can hear is “Overture/The Temples of Syrinx” as we watch it all unfold and we wonder how the hell those ugly guys from Canada who played so well could be so damn prescient. (I learned a new word from a reader this week.)
Nine. Okay, forget Rush, I was just trying to use “prescient” in a sentence and the coffee just kicked in and even I don’t know what eight was all about other than my head is starting to become a little too in synch with the shuffle function of iTunes.
Ten. Red Rain. See?
I saw a bumper sticker the other day that wraps up my entire point. You normally don’t see cars with Northern Sun products all over them, but I think someone’s daughter was home from college. The bumper sticker reads, “If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.” See, I think it should read, “If you’re not laughing your ass off, you’re not paying attention.”
That’s right…if you’re not laughing, you’re not taking any of this seriously enough. And believe me, I write this to remind myself much more than I do to remind you.
The divisions are artificial, created by those who don’t want us working and thinking together. Like it or not, deep down inside, we’re all very much the same.
That’s what I believe.
Nope, not kidding…not part of “keep it light Friday.”
Which makes all of her diving further and further to the right make a whole lot more sense…fiscally speaking.
Try to remember that I’m the guy that when I first heard Rush…I thought he as a comedian pretending to be a right winger because I didn’t believe anyone could be that extreme.
I’ve come to the conclusion that anyone who’s gone THAT far over either side of the political spectrum is either mentally ill or is simply looking for a bigger audience and paycheck. Extreme sells. Without extreme, Ann Coulter is really just another pretty face with a sharp wit who didn’t wanna do Saturday Night Live. Without extreme Laura Ingraham is simply my Aunt Suzy after too many beers. Aunt Suzy’s not that entertaining…on beer…give her tequilla and she makes Paula Abdul look sober…and she dances better too.
I’d watch simply out of morbid curiousity ‘cuz you KNOW Alan Colmes is going to get his ass kicked, but it’s episode two of the Law and Order where Joe’s trying to find Ed’s shooter. Don’t have TIVO, don’t have DVR. Shrug.
CAMBRIDGE, Massachusetts (Reuters) — In a victory for pranksters at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, a bunch of computer-generated gibberish masquerading as an academic paper has been accepted at a scientific conference.
Jeremy Stribling said Thursday that he and two fellow MIT graduate students questioned the standards of some academic conferences, so they wrote a computer program to generate research papers complete with “context-free grammar,” charts and diagrams.
The rest of the story is here.
What they presented is here.
The program they used is here.
I wonder if it works for EPRs…
I’m sure Mom is shaking her head and asking “Now What?” but this serves two useful purposes. 1. It gives you a link to a very cool and useful FREE guide to all things iPod. 2. It gives ME the chance to possibly win some SWAG.
So if you have an iPod and are truly, and I do mean truly, a member of Cult iPod, please click through and check it out. Please, under no circumstances should you multiple click to try and help me win before mentioned SWAG…I will be disqualified. (Doing my best Captain Marko Ramius, “One. Ping. Only Vasily.”)
If you’re a blogger and wish to enter this contest…please don’t tell me…I’d be sad…and I react poorly to people who make me sad…(hacking into your local AFB’s Air Tasking Order would be very easy for me…something might accidently fall out of the sky.)
Seriously though. Check it out. You won’t believe the stuff they’ve got for iPod’s now.
No contest, but this one screams for captioning.
America is out of its freaking MIND.
Scott stays and Nadia freaking goes home?!!!
Just. Completely. Disgraceful.
The guys from College Tree Publishing are still looking for contributions for their second and third books. They’ve also linked to us as under “Quality Blogs” on their blog.
Their first book, What We Think: Young Voters Speak Out included essays, poems, and photos from college students all over the country expressing their views “including the war in Iraq, the morality of armed conflict, affirmative action and the draft, gender equality and the place of organized religion in the political arena.”* According to an email I received from Seth Spores, one of the three editors and co-founders of College Tree Publishing, the lads are “contacting many blogs and other forms of media not necessarily connected to Universities, in hopes of reaching a wider base of essayists.”
For, What We Think II, they’re looking for:
Essays, personal reflections, journal entries, short screen plays, poems, and brief quips on any political or social issue. These include, but are not limited to, the following: The War on Terror; The War in Iraq; Bush; The candidates for 2008; God in Government; The Electoral College; Abortion; Supreme Court Justice Appointment; Affirmative Action; The Environment; Red states vs. Blue states – what’s it all about; Young Voter Apathy (is it real); Celebrity and Politics; the Media; And any other issue political or social issue you find compelling.
For What We Think About God:
CTP is looking for essays, personal reflections, journal entries, short screen plays, poems, and brief quips on any theological issue. These include, but are not limited to, the following: Does God Exist; What is God; What gives your life meaning; What Is the Role of Religion; What Is the net Effect of Religion; Are There Absolutes – What Are They?
Criteria:
Quality of Writing – Is the writing grammatically correct? Is the writing consistent and appropriate for the theme of the subject?
Significance of Topic – Is the topic one that is significant and contemporarily relevant?
Creativity of Exploration – Does the piece offer something novel and insightful or does it do a good job of developing an idea that seems personally compelling?
Creativity of Presentation – In some way, let us know that you care what you are writing about. It does not have to be sensationalized, oftentimes truth comes through in truth and candor. Do this through whatever innovative or traditional literary medium way you find most appropriate and authentic to what you want to say.
So if you’re between the ages of 17 and 25 and would like to contribute to one of these projects, drop the lads a line or contribute through their website when it’s working.
What caught my interest? Two of the editors graduated from Gonzaga so they’re practically family.
So…go write something…make it good…send it in. The deadline is 1 June 2005 so get to work.
*From Amazon.
…the DJ on your morning drive mentions that the Cardinals are meeting to work on the Papacy and the first thing you do is wonder what new play it is and if the Cubbies know about it.
This is me confronting some shit for brains petty officer at the gym who didn’t think it was a big deal that his basketball almost went under my eliptical cross trainer and nearly launched me and the cross trainer across the court. “Dude, it was an accident.” And no…it wasn’t a missed pass, he threw the thing over an entire other court and completely missed the guy he was throwing to by 50 feet. Having been launched in the past and having had a cross-trainer on top of me, I tend to be a little skittish when there are balls around to begin with.
Yes, I over-reacted and yes, his ass is mine. No…I’m not out to end his career, just to scare the shite out of him for showing less than proper respect for a raging old fart who doesn’t like being launched in any sense of the word and likes it even less when said shit for brains turns his back on me just as I’m getting warmed up and tells his “posse,” “Yo, this one’s trippin’.” I understand he needs to maintain his court cred, but not at the expense of MY pride and ego. He had his 5 minutes of satisfaction, I’m going to have about 15 minutes of watching him shiver…just because… Or…I may just leave him alone and wait until I see him in the hallway and then give the smile of death. Part of me likes that even better. But since it was a safety issue…you see it coming don’t you? I think the best bet would be to talk with one of the chiefs and have the young man give a briefing at the next all hands call.
At some point all of us who came from the street to the service have to make that decision, “Which world am I going to live in?” Ya can’t sit on the fence after E4…I know, I tried. They didn’t let me get away with it either.
South Park Studio via Planearium.
Hat tip to Michele.
UPDATE AFTER A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP: The title of the briefing will be, “Hidden Dangers at the Fitness Center” And yeah, I know I’m being a d*ck.
No endorsement implied. I got this via email from the judge and know we’ve got a creative crowd coming through.
ANNOUNCING THE FOURTH ANNUAL WAR POETRY CONTEST
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Past Winners
The Cookie Monster is now a…shudder…whimper…healthy eating advocate.
Via Eccentrica.
Un.Be.Freaking.Leivable.
Via AP World News on Newsday dot com:
VATICAN CITY — Cardinal Bernard Law, who resigned in disgrace as archbishop of Boston over his role in the clergy sex abuse crisis, has been given a role of honor in the mourning for Pope John Paul II.
The Vatican announced Thursday he will lead one of the daily Masses celebrated in the pope’s memory during the nine-day period that follows the funeral, called Novemdiales. The service will be held Monday at Rome’s St. Mary Major Basilica, where Law was appointed archpriest after leaving Boston.
It speaks for itself.
Please check out the current Rockwood comic and enlighten us lesser mortals.
Michele is Barking at the Moon over the death of the Pope. Warnings: Not for the easily offended. She’s a rather devout atheist and serious heathen with a good soul. I almost lost an eigth of a half-chewed breakfast banana on my screen. YMMV.
One of our regular readers wanted to discuss other parts of the Lebanon issue in the Spirit of America plug below. I deleted that comment and shut comments down. I’m a member of Spirit of America and didn’t want to let the plug get hijacked by outside issues. I didn’t feel comfortable about shutting down the comments, I never do, so I thought, why not just write a post and let you all have at it?
You want to discuss Lebanon, here’s your chance. You already know my position but in case I haven’t been clear. I’m FOR democracy where ever it’s breaking out.
Note for Sparky: I think we need a “Lebanon” or “Middle East” or “Democracy Breaking Out” category.
Okay, I’ll say it…I have issues. I’m going to throw them out here, take a look at them, probably delete them by morning because that’s what fallen Catholics do. We go off on mad rants and then we shut up like good little Catholics and hide our shame in prayer in dark corners of chapels and churches. Some of us drink heavily, some of us used to drink heavily. Some of us never set foot in a church again and some of us go back from time to time because we miss the warm, familiar, meditation of the mass. Some of us have read books by Father Joseph Girzone and for a brief time we may actually believe that it’s OUR church not their church. Some of us find other religions but never feel quite right because we’re taught from the get go, we’re the one true church, any others are simply shadows. Some of us find good and loving people that finally teach us the difference between religion and spirituality. We never had a problem with God…just some of the folks who said they worked for Him.
If we went to catholic schools anytime in the 60s and 70s we may have had the last of the ninja nuns. Brandishing their samurai yard sticks and hurling their erasers of death they terrorized us little urban terrorists with rulers and threats of kneeling in the corner for hours on end. After one particularly long kneeling marathon…I wasn’t sure if I would ever walk again but hey…I was six…everything was a big deal at six. If we really screwed up, we got sent to Father or Monsignor.
Sister Mary Beatyanow and Father Killyalater. Characters out of comedy sketches for a lot of folks. Part of the freak show of the memory reel for others.
Something else we do. We make excuses for our leaders and our church. Because if a man or woman of God caused us pain, we either had it coming or it was good for us. “Offer it up.” That’s what we were told. Any sort of pain, “Offer it up.” Suffering adds to your holiness. That’s a hell of a setup isn’t it? If we beat the shit out of you it’s good for you. If something bad happens, it makes your spiritual side stronger. My favorite message? You must have done something to deserve the bad thing that happened. You know, when the pedophilia “thing” broke, I wasn’t even suprised…all I could think was, “Damn, we got off easy.”
Guilt. Fear. Shame. Peer pressure. Peer banishment. Good old fashioned beatings. Bloody knees and knuckles. And that was just in grade school. If you graduated to the “Teen Club” where the really cool kids got to hang out on Friday and Saturday nights (parish gym and a record player with lots of dark corners and a priest chaperone who couldn’t smell the beer from the vodka on his breath…woohoo) you got to go through an initiation ceremony that the folks at Abu Ghraib would have enjoyed. Good clean fun. To this day I’m pretty sure that if it wasn’t for me and Danny, a gal we knew would have been gang-raped by the football team with “coach father” cheering them on. We simply couldn’t pass the climb up the slippery pole test even after they dried the Wesson off for us…at least not until the gal left.
So yeah…I usually keep my mouth shut about the Catholic Priest Pedophilia “thing.” It’s not something I think about on purpose. I’m usually okay with it on the back burner. And yeah, I’ve been to counselling, with a priest no less. They’re not all sadists and perverts. Some of them are even sober. Some of them even have their own personal relationship with God in spite of the church. That’s pretty impressive.
In case you missed it, I’m having problems with JPII’s death. The irony of his being a champion of children while Cardinal Law lives in luxury in the Vatican is a bit much even for my most cynical self.
The weird thing is that I really WANT to be proud of the religion I grew up in. Growing up the way I did though, I don’t get to. Having the church continue to remain silent on this issue is simply unacceptable.
And yeah…I’m going to over-react to anyone who I even think is minimalizing or disregarding this “thing” until the church goes back to being on the back-burner so I can put my freak show back where it belongs. Not your fault, you’re just caught in the crossfire. God knows it’s much easier to go after one of you than it is to go after the church. Your face isn’t etched in my head with a ruler in your hand.
So I get home and I’ve got email from the folks at Spirit of America Headquarters. They’ve been busy.
Los Angeles, CA – Monday, April 04, 2005– Spirit of America blogger Michael Totten is on the ground on Martyrs’ Square in Beirut, Lebanon. The blog will share the local perspective and help launch Spirit of America’s project fund committed to assisting the people of Lebanon win independence.
The URL for the Spirit Of America Lebanon blog is www.spiritofamerica.net/lebanonblog and the URL for the Spirit Of America Lebanon project is www.spiritofamerica.net/projects/96.
Financial support will be provided to the tent city demonstrators on Martyrs’ Square in Beirut through local protest organizers so that demonstrators can keep pressure on the foreign occupiers and world attention on the struggle for Lebanese independence. The fund will support the tent city demonstrators by supplying food, water, shelter and other basic necessities.
“The American people and all those who support freedom and democracy can join Spirit of America to help the people of Lebanon win their independence,” said Jim Hake, founder and CEO of Spirit of America. “The blog will provide ground level insight into Lebanon’s peaceful revolution to be free.”
Lebanon is at an historic crossroads. It has been under foreign occupation for more than a generation. As the result of pro-democracy demonstrations in Beirut, free elections and independence are within reach.
The Spirit of America mission is to extend the goodwill of the American people to assist those advancing freedom, democracy and peace abroad. Our objectives are to increase the reach, scale and impact of the informal humanitarian activities that take place on the front lines in troubled regions; contribute goods and assistance that can have a positive, practical and timely impact in the local communities where American personnel are involved; establish connections and strengthen bonds between the American people and those in countries struggling for freedom and democracy.
Spirit of America is a 501c3, non-profit supported through private sector contributions and in-kind support. 100% of all designated donations are used for project specific purposes. For more information and to support Spirit of America and this and other projects, visit the web site at www.spiritofamerica.net.
Pick a link, any link and go check them out and make sure to drop a couple bucks while you’re at it. How often will you get to say, “I directly supported the blossoming democracy in Lebanon?” Now there’s an EPR bullet you don’t see every day. And no, I don’t put my membership in SOA on my EPR. Sometimes ya gotta do stuff just because it’s the right thing to do.
The Smash family needs your prayers. A horse went one way while Mrs Smash went t’other and she’s got a long road ahead of her.
Having a wife who’s usually recovering from something or another myself, I know the LT needs them as much as she does.
That’s what I’m doing as I write this, but that’s just the image of Sister Agnes with her ruler that’s burned in my head. Which is more than part of this post.
James Joyner over at Outside the Beltway has expanded on a discussion about what we’re NOT hearing about the Pope’s legacy.
I am very sad and still in mourning over this Pope’s death. As Mom mentioned I didn’t think I’d be this affected by it. Along with the sadness though is a sense of relief and anticipation. Perhaps now Rome will correct the evil that’s also part of this Pope’s legacy. It’s painful to even think about on so may levels, but let us not forget:
Children were abused and raped by “Priests.”
Those “Priests” were sheltered and protected by the church and many of them are still in hiding, still allowed to perform the sacrements.
One of the most culpable members of the church’s leadership has been allowed to stay in Rome to avoid American justice and basically lives the life of a prince.
The church’s doctorine of protecting the innocent is forever tarnished and it’s moral authority completely and utterly destroyed as long as the silence and non-retribution remains policy.
Is all of this Pope’s good whiped out or tainted by this? Not if you pay attention to the news. Not if you pay attention to The Knights of Columbus. And I would say no also. He did some amazing things as Pope and I’m more than a little loathe to bring it up…but dammit, children were abused and raped by “Priests” and the silence of Rome is deafening.
Update: OMG. Baldy questions the timing. Because of course, if you’re not for us, you’re against us…and a Commie to boot. Okay…she doesn’t say that…that’s just what I read.
Anyone have a GMail invite they’re not using?
UPDATE: Thanks all. I’d delete this, but maybe someone other than me hadn’t received one yet.
Father please take your shepherd into your loving arms…we’ll miss him but he’s done good…bring ‘im home.
…this bummed me out more than anything else today.
I opened up a yogurt. Underneath the lid it said, “Please try again,” because they were having a contest that I was not aware of. I thought maybe I had opened the yogurt wrong. Or maybe Yoplait was trying to inspire me. “Come on Mitchell, don’t give up!” An inspirational message from your friends at Yoplait. Fruit on the bottom, hope on top.
Alcoholism is the only disease you can get yelled at for having.
The first time I saw Mitch Hedberg was on some late night Comedy Central thing and he completely caught me off guard with his absurdity. He was like Stephen Wright’s twisted cousin.
More over at MTV. The official site has a message from his family. Those two links from Goldstein.
Springsteen’s new album and single are titled Devils & Dust. You can hear the track over AOL Music or if you’ve got iTunes you can download it for 99 cents. I did that because I’m trying to get a feel for it to see if I’m going to buy the album/DVD combination.
Once upon a time it would have gone without question that I’d buy a new Bruce album. I still remember almost falling asleep one night just after I’d turned 14 and “Born to Run” came blasting through the earplug connected to the AM/FM radio I had “hidden” under my pillow. For a city kid…it was as if someone had reached inside and grabbed all the longing, all the alienation, all the music of the street and piped it into my head all at once.
I can’t find anything about the rest of the album, but if it’s like the title track, think “Ghost of Tom Joad” vs “Born etc..” I don’t like Bruce when he’s trying to be artsy, trying to be Woody Guthrie, trying to teach me something…especially when there’s a lot of harmonica involved. That’s on me…when I was in high school I worked a sound board for a folk coffee house on Saturday nights. I heard too much of that. I start to convulse when a harmonica solo starts…no matter how good it is.
And from all indications the DVD was shot in black and white…and it’s grainy.
Sigh.
I didn’t buy “Nebraska,” didn’t buy “Ghost,” and I probably won’t buy “Devils & Dust.” I’m guessing the critics will love it. It will be called powerful and deep. Bruce will be hailed once again as the minstrel of our generation. I’ll miss it because that’s not the Bruce I need. You see, I’m still waiting for the next power chord. I want to hear him on his big blocks of wood that he uses for guitars, I want Clarence backing him up with the saxophone and Max on drums. I want Nils, Stephen and him to have an electric guitar free for all. I want a rock’n’roll revival not a folksey sermon. Guess it’s just not my turn.
First, lets get the formalities out of the way:
This is a chain interviewing game for blogs. Here are its rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying “interview me.” The first five commenters will be the participants.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions.
3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (Write your own questions or borrow some.)
Here are Stryker’s Questions and my answers:
Were you a “4 and Out” guy who stayed in or have you always planned to make a career of it?
I was very much a “4 and out” guy. No one was more suprised than me that the AF and I got along so well.What was your best assignment (or shop) and why?
Three years as part of the Commander’s 24-hour Watch at USPACOM. It was a feast or famine job. Either there was nothing going on and we watched a lot of TV and built boring briefs or we were slammin’ and jammin’ for our 12 hour shift while trying to build informative briefs. Extremely tiring, sometimes extremely stressfull, but very rewarding. Also…Oahu is a great place to have downtime.What’s the best single piece of advice you would give an Airman?
Take care of your family. That includes the people you work with, that work for you, that you work for. Take care of each other. Be aware of each other. Become a positive part of the lives of the people you interact with everyday. The root word of Sergeant means “to serve.” Be of service to those around you and you won’t go home at night wondering what the hell you’re doing. It’s not easy and I haven’t always done a great job of it, but when I keep that in mind, I have better days. There is no shame and certainly a great deal of satisfaction in being of service to those around you.What is the single worst thing to happen in the AF during your career?
That’s hard. At the risk of mugging it up for the audience I’d have to say that we’re still recovering from Gen McPeak and I don’t know if we’ll ever get out of that tailspin. There’s an entire generation of folks that believe that their goal is to get enough training and experience to become a contractor.What major talent do you possess that has nothing to do with the AF?
I’m a competent character actor.
Ba bam bam bamp.
Gonna go to Chicago.
Ba bam bam bamp.
Gonna visit my Mom.
Ba bam bam bamp.
Gonna stop see the Capt’n for a sammich.
Ba bam bam bamp.
Maybe some Pizza Uno’s too.
Ba bam bam bamp.
Might try to get Mom to take Boyo for the night so we can go hear some good blues or jazz and have us a good time with just the two of us…maybe even try to swing some tickets to Second City or Blue Man Group.
Ba bam bam bamp.
Back Tuesday night.
Whoooooooooooaaaaaaaa, Yeahhhhhhhhhhh…..