Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Consider the Abundance of Such Resource as Illuminates the Glow-Blue Bodies and Gold-Skeined Wings of Flies Swarming the Dumped Guts of a Natural Slaughter

I hadn't given Axelrod's statement that he was "hoping that with more seats, the Republicans will feel a greater sense of responsibility to work with us to solve some of these problems," much thought, dismissing it as his obamalamely attempt to establish a meme for the 2012 elections, which is the only election that matters to Obamaxelrod, don't you know.

But think why Obamaxelrod lifted the moratorium of deepwater oil drilling yesterday when they didn't have to until after the election, have a knee to the nuts, eco-progressives, and you know what? Axelrod may be right: having followed corporate mandate and disabused America's Left that America will ever move Left again, corporate will rein in the hyenas (though not as easily as they think they can) post-election. Obama has done his job. There is a center-right model of middle-American consumer-citizens corporate likes; corporate thinks there's 20 more years of coal in that middle-American center-right consumer-citizen, needs to keep you and me breathing until we motherfuckers can be top-mined for scrap.

  • UPDATE! On corporate and the Right's hyenas.
  • Enemies list.
  • Sweet denial.
  • Malaise, with no end in sight. 
  • Clusterfuck nation.
  • Punch a strawman.
  • The cop
  • UPDATE! Not gender identities but class distinctions.
  • Ruth Marcus isn't as mendacious as the other YFWP columnists, but she is the stupidest.
  • The education of Pam Geller
  • Paladino: I'm very sorry I called you the disgusting fudge-packers and carpet-munchers you are. 
  • UPDATE! Did Paladino open for the Butthole Surfers?
  • Have more catnip: Every November, all five of The Dobbs Group’s show-jumping horses must be transported from their summer stables in Vermont to their winter stables in Wellington, Florida. The workers are transported to the tropics too, returning to New England with the horses in April. They ride in trucks each way alongside their expensive equestrian charges, tending to the horses’ needs throughout the thirty-two-hour journey. Their return to Vermont marks the start of a new annual circuit of horse shows—an exhausting schedule during the spring, summer and fall months that entails constant travel between their Vermont base and horse shows around the country. At these shows, it is not unusual for the grooms who care for Dobbs’s horses to rise in the middle of the night or in the predawn hours to clean, brush and prepare the horses for a training session or early morning competition. For years, undocumented immigrants from Mexico have been relied upon to meet these labor demands.
  • State of the Kitty Address
  • Rhee
  • UPDATE! Leggett's priorities. Why not raise the property tax on the motherfucking mcmansionists?
  • Yesterday's abandonment of a Euro Cup Qualifier in Genoa between Italy and Serbia because of Serbian hooligans reminded me of when Elric (whose father is a Serbian) was stationed in Belgrade within the past two years and was strongly recommended to stay away from any bar where Serbian soccer fans drank much less attend matches. Elric, send me the links from your archives, please.
  • UPDATE! Elric in comments: A couple of Ultras saw me buy a Partizan scarf in a gift shop one evening and came after me, and I had to run a couple of blocks - fortunately there was a tram that I could jump in. By the time I got on the tram there were about a dozen of them chasing me. It went the wrong way and I got lost, but I eventually got back to my hotel. It could just as easily have been a Red Star scarf, but that was what they were selling that day. There's more. Go look.
  • Booker.
  • Funny old Booker. I have the Jacobson on my desk. It keeps Hey Sailoring me, and I pick it up and then put it down. It's not so much I don't want to read it, it's that other books keep butting in front of the line.
  • UPDATE! Why the Booker is cool, or: Brits are different.
  • Hejinian.
  • On C, part four.
  • Who cares if you read?
  • Bookshelves.
  • Bad music, worse politics.
  • UPDATE! This week's new releases w/MP3.
  • Try it before you buy it. 
  • UPDATE! A review of the new place. I like the overlapping photos - and other than agreeing on the correct color of our soccer team's kit, we've never agreed on colors. And holyfuck, look at that dinosaur below.


    A.R. Ammons
    When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
    itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
    nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider
    that birds' bones make no awful noise against the light but
    lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when you consider
    the radiance, that it will look into the guiltiest
    swervings of the weaving heart and bear itself upon them,
    not flinching into disguise or darkening; when you consider
    the abundance of such resource as illuminates the glow-blue
    bodies and gold-skeined wings of flies swarming the dumped
    guts of a natural slaughter or the coil of shit and in no
    way winces from its storms of generosity; when you consider
    that air or vacuum, snow or shale, squid or wolf, rose or lichen,
    each is accepted into as much light as it will take, then
    the heart moves roomier, the man stands and looks about, the 
    leaf does not increase itself above the grass, and the dark
    work of the deepest cells is of a tune with May bushes
    and fear lit by the breadth of such calmly turns to praise.

    Born 55 years ago yesterday:

    Born 69 years ago today:

    I love some Simon and Garfunkel songs, I like some Simon solo stuff, though he's written jackshit since Graceland.

    And remember when Simon and George played together on SNL?



      Out of all the places that I traveled to, Belgrade was the scariest. Multiple times when people heard us speaking English, they would follow us and make threatening gestures. Running and hiding became rather common activities. A couple of restaurants refused to serve us. The bombed-out buildings have been left there to keep the self-pity and hatred festering. The government not only accepts, but encourages the rage and hooliganism. Being goons themselves, the police would not have been very helpful to Americans - especially Americans with Official passports.

      A couple of Ultras saw me buy a Partizan scarf in a gift shop one evening and came after me, and I had to run a couple of blocks - fortunately there was a tram that I could jump in. By the time I got on the tram there were about a dozen of them chasing me. It went the wrong way and I got lost, but I eventually got back to my hotel. It could just as easily have been a Red Star scarf, but that was what they were selling that day.

      I was bullied and threatened at the airport when leaving, and forced to pay a $1,250 "overweight baggage" fee or spend a night in jail. The government monitors all communications, so I was very careful in my posts and emails. I had a lot more to say at the time - those posts wold have been most excellent.

      A totally fucked-up place, I'll take my chances in Lagos or Phnom Penh any day over Serbia. I do miss the travel a lot, though.

    2. At least Paul doesn't have that pimpstache any longer.

    3. I remember Simon and Harrison on SNL too well. Differing indulgences of nostalgia, there--I can't listen to the Simon/Harrison version of "Here Comes the Sun" that's on my iPod, another in a list of beloved songs that I use to pummel myself.

      The photos jumping out of column frame is DELIBERATE? Mmkay. Your blog, dood. Your comparison to the easy-on-the-eyes 2005 model is instructive; you say "edgy and innovative," I say "clownish," though I admit that regular professional exposure to government Web sites dulls my appreciation for anything not purely functionitarian.

      And all that said, we both face harsh criticism from usability types for light type on dark background.

    4. The craziest thing I've ever seen at/affiliated with a sporting event aside from the occasional drunken half-fisticuffs in the parking lot was some dude lighting a Steelers pennant on fire in the aisle and whose embers proceeded to drop on the lap of an older lady, thereby prompting the son to stand up and threaten to go Chuck Norris.

      Pales a wee bit.

      Re: bookshelves. I think that's why I keep certain books of ours checked out forever. Not too many copies floating about in the state and I'd hate for these to vanish.

      Go, light type on dark background, go.