August 2009
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there is no there / the books [the lemon of pink]
someone really needs to buy me a michael vick jersey. probably the only thing that could ever make me like the eagles.
story time with a repentent kkk leader →
happy birthday clarence thomas.
mysterious tubular clouds in australia →
put on a shirt, picasso
via dangerous minds, a discription of this film: the mystery of picasso.
Like a matador confronting a bull, the artist approaches his easel, his eyes blazing. As he wields his brush, we see through the canvas as the artwork unfolds, erupts, dances into being before our eyes. Pablo Picasso, the most influential artist of the twentieth century, is making a painting, and Henri-Georges Clouzot, the...
michael steele doesn't understand the meaning of... →
[and i mean that in the most literal sense possible.] i woke up to this interview this morning, from what was a much more logical dream that involved my fourth grade teacher explaining the upsides of cooking with cast-iron skillets.
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kingston advice / camper van beethoven [the...
naptown awakes to carnivorous fish →
[this story would be perfect, except it happened in lafayette]
wawa vs. sheetz →
the washington post finally writes something worthwhile. via disco infernholz.
With a history that goes back to 19th- and early 20th-century mercantiles and dairy farms of one Richard D. Wood and his descendants, the Wawa, Pa., corporation (“wawa,” a word derived from the Ojibwa tribe’s word for Canadian goose), upped its game in the 1980s, becoming less pit-stop and more what...
dutch government trying to stop the coolest thing... →
“And as long as we’re on the subject of crazy, there was my moment of bonding...”
– bob wright
at long last: cocksucker blues, the banned rolling... →
lim yo-hwan and starcraft stardom in south korea →
A crowd of more than 1,000 people was waiting in the arena, with 1.78 million more watching over the Internet and on TV to see what those fingers could do, or, more to the point, whether they had gone cold in the five months since he disappeared from public view.
He is in the air force now. Conscripted. Snatched away from his calling and from the fans who revered him for leading their sport...
capitalism: a love story →
[say what you will about michael moore - i mostly want to marry his editor. and the preview features my boy baron, who hopefully has received my strongly worded email by now.]
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hit the ground running / smog [knock knock]
shit my dad says →
“The rancher strings barbed wire across the range, drills wells and bulldozes...”
– edward abbey [if you haven’t read desert solitaire you must. ill pay for half of it]
yes yes yes yes →
dolphins are out of control →
via annabelle, a fascinating article about the depth of dolphin intelligence and how little we know about it. i think my favorite part of the cove was when a dolphin trainer pointed out the obvious and cruel irony of using american sign language to communicate with them:
dolphins don’t have hands.
“we are monkeys with money and guns.”
– tom waits
so i guess i should stop telling people i want to...
anna lenzer, in mother jones, takes on the weird collusion between fiji the water and fiji the military junta:
I sat down and sent out a few emails—filling friends in on my visit to the Fiji Water bottling plant, forwarding a story about foreign journalists being kicked off the island. Then my connection died. “It will just be a few minutes,” one of the clerks said.
Moments later, a...
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up all night / french horn rebellion [sxsw...
star wars design flaws →
on the death star:
An unshielded exhaust port leading directly to the central reactor? Really? And when you rebuild it, your solution to this problem is four paths into the central core so large that you can literally fly a spaceship through them? Brilliant. Note to the Emperor: Someone on your Death Star design staff is in the pay of Rebel forces. Oh, right, you can’t get the memo...
girl you crazy
just reread donna haraway’s cyborg manifesto. truly weird and incredible. the introduction:
This chapter is an effort to build an ironic political myth faithful to feminism, socialism, and materialism. Perhaps more faithful as blasphemy is faithful, than as reverent worship and identification. Blasphemy has always seemed to require taking things very seriously. I know no better stance to...
lobsters! →
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wraith pinned to the mist and other games / of...
seriously?
despite all the good press for district 9, i confess i remain on the fence. though not so much about the plot, which seems very cool and somewhat timely. what annoys me is this: i have to imagine that the best part about making an alien movie is having free reign to decide what they look like - literally, the cleanest slate in the world from which to work [pun averted]. which is why im always...
i feel like i need to take a shower
this morning on the bus i listened to this fresh air piece about john waters and his support for the release of leslie van houten, one of the original members of the manson ‘family.’ an admission: i have not seen any of his films, although from reading the descriptions, i must say that im not wholly disappointed in that gap of my cinematic vocabulary. anyway, he gives this very creepy...