"Man oh man, 'Dr. Menlo.' Now there's an alternative blog. Kindness to animals, Seattle anarchists, nudism galore, SubGenius, anti-Bush black propaganda, jeez louise, Doc, that thing sure is happenin'." --Bruce Sterling, Schism Matrix
by kirsten anderson Kirsten invented and runs the best art galleries in Seattle: the Roq la Rue and BLVD Gallery. abuddhas memes by tony tross Tony chases Eris and his own personal Buddha-kin from the icy outer reaches of the Yukon.
"Ye fucking gods!! Are you nuts!? Those Jesuit bastards will eat you alive!" --Hunter S. Thompson, to me, circa '93
The obvious: nothing will overturn the Bush "win," but it would be nice for all of those who value uh . . . what's it called . . . oh yea, the truth . . . to know more about how, exactly, the Bush people stole the election in Ohio, at least. How many years down the road, if at all, will we have to wait for the full story about these stolen elections to be told, and how much later until a majority of Americans are aware of this? About as much time as it took for a majority of Americans to know that American foreign policy has, in reality and in contradiction to a million speeches and official stances, brutally repressed actual democratic movements all over the world?
Barbara Walters: the pinnacle of mainstream ignorance. Last night when interviewing Will Ferrell, the subject of Bush came up and either before Will was about to say something or he did say something derogatory about Bush and they cut it out, she says, "Oh come on now, he just got re-elected." Like she's admonishing a dirty child.
Barbara, what the fuck do you know? In response to her question, "What superpower would you have?" here is my answer: "If I could have any superpower . . . if I could have any superpower, Barbara, I would choose the superpower to touch the ground of any country I was in and voila: from that moment on there would always be free and fair elections in that country. I would visit every country in the world with that power, but I would start here, in the United States of America."
And then somehow, I would use the line, "I'm just a girl from a trailer park with big dreams." Because that's a great line. It's a line that invokes Horatio Alger and makes Clint Eastwood cry. Huzza.
We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world--a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us . . . No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we'll kill you.
Who does vote for these dishonest shitheads? Who among us can be happy and proud of having this innocent blood on our hands? Who are these swine? These flag-sucking half-wits who get fleeced and fooled by stupid rich kids like George Bush?
They are the same ones who wanted to have Muhammad Ali locked up for refusing to kill gooks. They speak for all that is cruel and stupid and vicious in the American character. They are the racists and hate mongers among us--they are the Ku Klux Klan. I piss down the throats of these Nazis.
And I am too old to worry about whether they like it or not. Fuck them.
We provide the technology for a new urban transport system that will be cheaper, faster, safer, environmentally friendlier and with higher capacity than the best transport systems of today -- all these factors will be superior not by 10 or 20%, but by many times. UniModalTM is the next major technology revolution since the invention of metro rails and automobiles. [more]
For me, the actual issues are so simple when you get rid of all that blather that they speak. I think one of the problems is that the politicians just keep going on and on and on with the same things and, unfortunately, the press eventually gives up. And voices of protest are sort of one-off, while the politicians keep going on reiterating the same things. Just little things like the actual vocabulary they use. For example, in Iraq it’s always “the national security guard” being blown up by “insurgents.” Now, if we were in wartime France, we’d be talking about the “brave resistance fighters” blowing up the “collaborators.” It’s all in what you choose to call people, because the press accepts the nomenclature that the government imposes. [more]
"There are many people in this city who think I'm going to be very unorthodox," Dean said Wednesday. "And I am."
[ . . .]
"We need to be proud to be Democrats," he said. "It was the Democrats who thought we should have a Homeland Security Department. If you want strong national security, you ought to support the Democratic Party."
His new job, he said, would be to sell the Democratic Party in local, state and national elections.
"We're not going to beat the Republicans by talking about how terrible they are," he said. " ... This is a party that's about the future. The Republican Party is about the past." [more]
. . . yes, and per Lakoff, we are progressives as opposed to them being regressives.
Three cheers for Dean!
This is a great step for our side . . . now if we can only do away with those paperless voting machines . . .
. . . does this mean that there is hope, finally? Can we get out from under our blankets yet and get back to work? Can we pause on the applications for political asylum to Canada and wait and see what Dean will do? Consider me buoyed.
My wife and I were married straight out of college, in 1978. We were young and naive and unashamedly idealistic, and we decided to make our first home in a utopian environmentalist community in New York State. For seven years we lived quite contentedly in circumstances that would strike most Americans as austere in the extreme: our living space measured just 65 square metres, and we didn't have a dishwasher, garbage disposal, a lawn or a car. We did our grocery shopping on foot, and when we needed to travel longer distances we used public transport. Because space at home was scarce, we seldom acquired new possessions of significant size. Our electricity bills worked out to about a (US) dollar a day.
I propose that we declare this year's Summer Solstice, Tuesday June 21, 2005, to be Moving Day. Whereupon longtime Democrats such as myself, on one day and en masse, move to a party that has the set of values and principles that the Democrat party not only used to stand for, but used to successfully fight for, both on the legislative floor AND in the hearts and minds of the American people.
It is time that we joined the Green party, bringing to it the sheer numbers of people it now lacks to wield significant political power, and begin the long journey of creating a world that will be better and sustainable for generations hence. [more]
A few days back, I entered a local bookstore not planning on buying anything, just to look (as always), and I hear a voice ask someone behind the desk: "Do you have Kafka on the Shore?" She said yes and led him to it. Where had I heard that title? . . . the new Murakami! I didn't know it was out yet! So I went over and picked one up . . . there, of course, was a shudder within me. Still, thirty bucks for a new hardback? I usually waited until it came around to J.B.'s bookstore in the Market. But then I read: "as ambitious as The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles" and before I knew it I was walking out of the store with that book. 30 bucks is nothing compared to a piece of this!
I would recommend reading the book like I did: knowing nothing going in. After you are done, I would recommend this piece on the book by John Updike (you have to hunt down and destroy 2 popup/sneakunders to read this link, but it is probably worth it).
. . . a couple months ago, after finishing Sputnik Sweetheart, I was of the inconsolable mood that I could read nothing other than more Murakami. All of the other titles and authors on the bookshelves blended in with the dust. And then, when I least expected it, I was introduced to an author who would instantly leap into my all-time top ten favorite writer list: Alfred Bester. J.B. (of Books Like a Motherfucker--BLMF, for short--a don't-miss used bookstore in the lower level of Pike Place Market, Seattle) had recommended and then sold me a copy of The Stars My Destination. My profound excitement caused by reading this book for the first time was nearly equaled in passion by my disbelief that I had gone this far in my life without ever having heard of Alfred Bester.
Last nite before I finished Kafka on the Shore I read the part where one of the characters remembers a scene from 400 Blows wherein the boy-hero steals a pitcher of milk and drinks the whole thing. I didn't remember that part but then me and Pagan hadn't watched the whole thing yet . . . so later that nite we put the movie in because we still had to finish it (I hadn't mentioned to her that I had just read a mention of it), and what scene does it start exactly on? Where he steals the milk and . . . which is just a coincidence but particularly edifying after finishing Kafka on the Shore which very much touches on coincidences . . . or, mysterious patterns which crop up in our lives. I doubt if Murakami is as sure as RAW is about what those coincidences or patterns might mean, if anything . . .
"I write weird stories. I don't know why I like weirdness so much. Myself, I'm a very realistic person. I don't trust anything New Age -- or reincarnation, dreams, Tarot, horoscopes. I don't trust anything like that at all. I wake up at 6 in the morning and go to bed at 10, jogging every day and swimming, eating healthy food. I'm very realistic. But when I write, I write weird. That's very strange. When I'm getting more and more serious, I'm getting more and more weird. When I want to write about the reality of society and the world, it gets weird."