The pounding of the drums to prosecute Kissinger continues. It seems to me that the old man isn't going to make it to his grave without getting nailed for something, and rightfully so. Too bad we don't have Garzon in this country.
As Harper said, "California Electrical Parade? Do the lights all go out halfway through?" What dipshit thought it would be a good idea to have an electrical parade in California?
North Dakota wants to change its name to Dakota. "The Greater North Dakota Association, the state's chamber of commerce, is behind a plan to cut the state's name to 'Dakota.' Proponents insist the name change would help alter the state's image as a frigid prairie." Well that's all well and good, but what are you going to do about the fact that it's a frigid prairie? Isn't that going to contribute to its image as a frigid prairie?
Minor Demons, my favorite technology company in the whole world wide whatevah, now has T-Shirts for sale designed by one of the coolest fucking people on the planet, Mike Dougherty.
Learning to Fly, Strip, and Vomit on a 727 Billy Gibbons from ZZ Top and Penn Jillette floating in an antigravity airplane. Even better than it sounds. (thanks Dave & Andy)
I don't quite understand this whole fake man-on-the-street scandal that's hit the studios. (You know: you see a shot of two grinning idiots standing in front of an Atlantis poster, and excitedly chattering about "how fun" the movie was and how it just "blew me away" and they're "definitely going again," because they're "soul suckingly devoid of taste" and they're "the kind of people who would have cooperated with the Nazis because, hey, who am I to rock the boat? Just look at me, my clothes all come from Old Navy. Does my hair look Okay?") Whatevah. Hasn't everyone always known that these people weren't really doctors but played on on TV? I always assumed that there was no way in Hell that such effusive, Prozac-happy hordes could actually exist. That anyone ever thought these people weren't actors is depressing as hell and probably explains why there aren't daily street riots demanding an end to the illegitimate presidency of George W. Bush. See? It always comes back to Dubya.
The email exchange between Frank and Tim @ Blur about MySimon is one of the funniest messages I've ever read. It's another lesson in not writing anything you don't want to become public. (thanks bart!)
But in any case, everycheese-ass pet siteonline hasmidi these days. What on earth started this trend? (And another question: what the fuck is the Rainbow Bridge anyway? I keep on seeing references to pets crossing it. Sounds vaguely psychedelic. Does it lead to hell? Let’s hope so.)
Pet lovers, here’s the deal: nobody cares about your stupid cats. But when you litter your pages with awful midi and worse poetry, they become targets for mockery and deservedly so.
Oh yeah, Andrew Burnett? Here’s hoping you’ve got a long career as a prison bitch ahead of you buddy.
I’ve got a dilemma. A few years ago, I was in a MARTA station in Atlanta, where I saw an ad for The Cherokee Kid, a Sinbad western. Sinbad. In Atlanta, you tend to spend a lot of time in traffic, sitting there, staring at the cars and busses around you. So when you’re at a light for 20 minutes, with a MARTA bus in front of you, you tend to notice the ads on the back of the busses. They always seemed to be for movies, movies that suck. Typically, the bus-advertised movie falls into one of three categories a) the mega-action blockbuster b) the wacky comedian vehicle, or c) the heartfelt story of a woman, her sister, their mutual lover and a feisty Jack Russell terrier that just won’t quit when the chips are down.
Whatever
In any case, The Cherokee Kid was the last straw. I vowed to never, ever, see another flick that appeared in any sort of mass-transit advertising campaign. This held true when I moved to San Francisco three years ago. I don’t care where you are in America, if you see a movie advertised on the side of a bus, that movie fucking blows. And I’ve remained loyal to my oath, somewhat. I haven’t seen a bus movie in the theater, at least, since 1996 or 97.
So imagine my displeasure this morning when a bus rolled by me with a giant advertisement for Planet of the Apes. Shit. I’ve been looking forward to this for a while now. But there it was, on a bus. Which means that either I’ve got to violate my transit-ad credo, or that the movie is going to utterly suck. I suspect the latter. Say it ain’t so, Tim.
Jeremiah reports that J. Mascis & the Fog were in an automobile accident yesterday in Sweden. Mascis apparently got the worst of it with two broken vertebrae, the others only suffered cuts and bruises. The rest of the European tour is cancelled. Read more details on Jeremiah's bulletin board. Between this and the incident with the mic stand it's been a hell of a tour.
Looks like India's Moneky Man is getting transnational on your ass. Pravda reports that the Monkey Man, who went apeshit on a Russian airliner "has already reported of an outrageous behaviour presumably displayed in the Indian capital city’s outskirts by some huge and impudent apes. One starts to involuntarily believe in such things in the light of the recent incident aboard a Aeroflot airliner flying from Delhi to Moscow."
When I started voting in the road to springfield, the number of ballots cast tended to be in the double digits. Today's ass-whipping saw Dr. Nick Riviera overtaking Edna Krabappel by a margin of 2727 to 1250. PS: please vote for Kang and Kodos, two of my favorite Simpsons' characters, over Skinner, one of my least favorite.
Ken Layne has a new book out called Dot.Con. It also has an associated Web site that's slickerr than monkey shit. Check it out. As soon as I find out where to buy this fine work, I'll post it. Hopefully, it'll be available on Amazon, so that I can make a nickel or two from Ken's hard work.
CNN notes that: Bush warns Europe of 'new' threats. Note the quotation marks around the word new (a thread on metafilter discussing the marks drew my interest in the first place). The subhed: U.S. President George W. Bush began his first European visit seeking to deflect criticism of his stand on global warming and plans for a missile defense system.
The story relies almost exclusively on direct quotes. It is not prominently displayed on the front page of cnn.com. Not too much mention is made of the European peoples' deep distrust and resentment of Bush, although there is this: Asked about criticism from some European countries over his refusal to back the Kyoto protocol on global warming and his plans for a national missile defense system, Bush said: "There is a lot that unites us -- trade, common values, great opportunities." and this: But he repeated his criticism of the Kyoto Treaty, which he has rejected much to the consternation of European allies.
These are, I believe, statements of fact (see European press coverage for confirmation). The top related link: Skeptical leaders await Bush on European trip.
Now let's look at Foxnews
The front page, in very large type, proclaims: Bush Aims to Help Spain Fight Terrorism. The subhed: President kicks off European trip in Madrid, heads to Brussels next to sell NATO allies on missile shield When you click on the link, you get this headline: Bush Refuses to 'Isolate America From Europe' The subhed: President Bush kicked off his first official trip to Europe in Madrid on Tuesday, eager to get beyond trans-Atlantic differences and assure U.S. allies they have a friend in Washington. Direct quotes are used, but only in about 50% of the time. Literally no mention is made of the Europeans' anger with Bush, or damage we are doing in relation to our allies. None. The top related link: Kyoto Is a Waste of Money, Environmentalist Says.
I need to update my calendar. There's so much good stuff going on in the next few weeks. The Doves are playing at the Fillmore tonight. Built To Spill will be at the Bottom on the Hill this weekend, the Blake Babies are at the GAMH on the 15th, Guided By Voices will be at the Fillmore on the 24th, and Live Nude Bands (Zen Guerrilla, the Hail Marys, Black Kali Ma, Bonfire Madigan, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Gun & Doll Show, the Pre-Teens and PBR Street Gang) will play the Fillmore on the 22nd.
Automatic Media, Inc. went out of business today. I don't know what that means for Suck, Feed, altculture, and plastic... But it can't be good. I took a screenshot of the front page, where quotes scroll past the "we're out of money" announcement, as there's a peculiar juxtaposition.
I never wrote for Suck, and I only sent them one pitch (for a hit & run), but it was, for a long time, one of my favorite places on the Web. In fact, Suck was what made me sit up and realize that I might be able to make a living writing for the Web. I haven't read it regularly since 1998 or so, as the proliferation of content sites inevitably drew me elsewhere, but I'm going to be really sad if it goes away. It will be missed.
I came in in the middle of this, at first unaware that I was dealing with multiple Britt and Tiffs on Craigslist. But, I've been in touch with both, and both have valid points as to who Britt and Tiff really are. As for me, I'd rather not get involved with figuring out who the real slim shady is. However, I will be posting some of BTH's earlier craigslists posts later today, as well as an interview with BTD that goes over the same topics as the one I did with BTH.
Personally, I'm starting to think that one is Britt, the other is Tiff, and they're both just pulling my leg.
Whatever... I've got an interview with Britt and Tiff on the site now and it rocks. This Britt and Tiff seem to predate the other Britt and Tiff (not that they are the only other Britt and Tiffs). This is all too confusing for me. But I'm enjoying it immensely. I'll leave it up to the various Britt and Tiff factions and other Webmonkeys to figure out who the real deal is.
Bankrate.com reprinted a story called I've Got a Secret that I sold to the late, great Green magazine. I'd love to get a couple of dimes for the reprint, but I'm sure I won't. In any case, I'm glad the story is surfacing elsewhere. I wish, however, that they picked up the story I wrote on GettingIt's demise. Media News, Online Journalism Review, and multipleweblogs. I even got a job offer out of it (which would have required a move to NYC, no thanks)... But today you can only find it on Google's cache or other archives. What a shame.
Last night, we did some volunteer work at the bicycle coalition. We handed out postcards and gathered signatures at 7th and Market to urge the board of supes to allocate $250,000 for Market Street improvements. Later we labeled and stuffed envelopes. Boring work, but I enjoyed doing it.
It got me thinking about bikes again. How much more free I am on a bike than in the bus or in a car. This morning, a beutiful day, I was riding down Fulton Street in the bike lane, passing all the cars. I wasn't pedaling even, nor was it a steep grade. Traffic was just at a standstill
At the top of Alamo Square, I can look down all the way to City Hall, and see the sun peak over its golden dome. It's an amazing thing to see in the morning, and something you probably would not notice in the morning--just as the beutiful weather would not be as significant. By the time I hit Webster, I had caught all the lights. I was going too fast for pedaling to do me any good. It feels like flight. It's the same sensation that I love when I'm skiing. As I approached Webster, the light was still Red. I'd been watching it. It had been red for a while; I kept going. Coming into the intersection it's still red, and I'm going entirely too fast to stop without going over my handlebars. So I closed my eyes, and I just went, trusting God and everything else in the world that the light would change. I felt my stomach come up as I entered the intersection, and there I was, in the dark, flying. I opened my eyes, the light was green, and I was through. It was beautiful.