Three days! Know what else the completely coincidental timing of the Olbermann controversy eclipses? Another completely coincidental random event, Ben Bernanke's sudden interest two days after the election in stimulating the economy.
I've notes for this post on how Olbermann's kangaroo trial is a call-and-echo between the ball-less MSNBC and the womb-less NPR and its cowardly clusterfuckery, but three fucking days, three fucking days, after the most important election ever until the next, the Villagers' weekend topic of choice is the public execution of Keith Fucking Olbermann?
God we're fucked. I rise to the chum. Think, rooms full of people who'd be the smartest people in the room in an overwhelming majority of rooms are brainstorming the new marketing possibilities as a result of Tuesday's election results. They had Bernanke good to go two days after, success, barely a whisper. We're talking about Olbermann instead of Tea-Partiers this weekend. Sheeyit, the catering bill of Corporate's giddy brainstorming parties this weekend, just the celebratory $1000 bottles of single malt scotch alone.
Holyfuck the next two years of noise, prelude to the following years of noise, I can't give myself the freaking weekend off from hearing, I can't give myself the freaking weekend off from listening, I can't even give myself the freaking weekend off from contributing my little bleat.
- Discipline and punish.
- America 2010. 2020? 2030? 2040? 2050?
- I'm not defending Olbermann because (he signed a contract to be a fool at a king's beck and displeasure) whether he violated a rule and whether it's a dumbass rule, nothing matters besides the immediate benefits to Corporate of his execution.
- Krugman's obamapostasy, when it comes, will be an old man's turd.
- On the above.
- It's not 1994.
- No, the acoustics would be different but it'd be the same song.
- What's the deal?
- Palin 2012. Please please please please please.
- Populism, the Tea-Party, and Historiography.
- Close to me.
- Democrats adjust to new realities.
- Law, explained.
- Application inflation.
For this fall’s freshman class, the statistics reached remarkable levels. Stanford received a record 32,022 applications from students it called “simply amazing,” and accepted 7 percent of them. Brown saw an unprecedented 30,135 applicants, who left the admissions staff “deeply impressed and at times awed.” Nine percent were admitted.
- Wyoming and West Virginia?
- Maryland election results: winners and losers.
- Ehrlich? Shocking.
- Art teacher punches student in mouth, is not married to BDR, BDR is happy and sad to report.
- John Irving, whose early novels were welcome bridges to me from crap fiction to non-crap fiction when I was a teenager, sounds like an ass.
- Uh-oh, list time already. Starts in earnest when NYTBR's big Sunday before Thanksgiving issue kicks off Giftmas season.
- I copy of this was thrust into my hands with urgent praises. I gave it a hundred pages, and no.
- You can buy me this for Giftmas, please. Never mind. I just bought it. My Giftmas shopping is done!
RX FOR S
Nap. Go looking for the fox
in Holland Park at dusk. And if you see him,
and he sees you, well then.
Smoke even more ganj, and at hours
you're unaccustomed. Nothing
must be allowed to interfere
with this, your willed indolence.
Set forth among your dreams as a traveler
in a distant rain forest, awonder
at the hibiscus-like carnivorous blooms
spangling the tendrils and moss.
They nor the sleek ebony jrdaka
will bite, nor even give affront
because you are swaddled in a cloud,
a molecular raiment of scent
by which they will know you.
The world is full, full of care,
grief but another tortured littoral,
hostage to the sea and rough weather.
Decamp to the sheltered valleys.
You will find comfort there, and safety,
and, for no reason, remember a colored plate
belonging to a favored storybook
your father would read to you
when you were only a very small girl.