Why today, I asked. Why not last week, last month, last year, why not next week next month, next year? A fat Wisconsin pig might have sent Corporate's plans back to marketing for revisions and motherfucking gasoline is going to be $6 a gallon by July, what possible motives could Obama have sparking a Culture War today? (I know it wasn't deployed because of Walker's fuck-up - that would imply an adeptness and agility Corporate doesn't have - but it isn't an accident it was deployed during the public union crisis in preparation for the impending and inevitable Obama/Democratic response.)
Did you know Washington DC has a professional soccer team, I asked?
It's true, and here's how much schway United has with the District after being, minus three years of Natinals baseball, been the sole tenant since 1996:
The Washington Convention and Sports Authority has scheduled a Howard University football game at RFK Stadium in September, an event that could impact the quality of the playing surface during D.C. United's season.
"Adding economic impact events such as this only enhances our city's vitality as a sports market," Washington Mayor Vincent C. Gray said.
I don't think this is the District telling United to fuck off - I think it's about revenue - but I don't dismiss the possibility this is the District telling United to fuck off.United President Kevin Payne said he hopes to meet with stadium officials next week. The biggest concern, Payne said, are the sideline areas where football players gather. A football field is at least 17 yards narrower than a soccer field, placing players not involved in the action on the flanks of the soccer surface.
- About unions.
- Eagleton on Marx and Hobsbawn.
- Eleven charts.
- A frothy mix of lube and fecal matter.
- I do understand why he hates me.
- Rename Pennsylvania Ave?
- Same old.
- Pretty. (h/t Herman)
- Moby Dick: the debate continues. And I hate the rey as much as you hate the rew.
- On writing.
- Who owns Kafka. I mentioned to a friend yesterday that Kafka never rocked me - and I've given him ample chances - but I understand why he might rock you.
- Wild Beasts.
- King of Limbs reviewed, w/sound.
- UPDATE! Listen to this.
- Three hours of please.
THE WHEELCHAIR BUTTERFLY
O sleepy city of reeling wheelchairs
where a mouse can commit suicide if he can
concentrate long enough
on the history book of rodents
in this underground town
of electrical wheelchairs!
The girl who is always pregnant and bruised
like a pear
rides her many-stickered bicycle
backward up the staircase
of the abandoned trolleybarn.
Yesterday was warm. Today a butterfly froze
in midair; and was plucked like a grape
by a child who swore he could take care
of it. O confident city where
the seeds of poppies pass for carfare,
where the ordinary hornets in a human’s heart
may slumber and snore, where bifocals bulge
in an orange garage of daydreams,
we wait in our loose attics for a new season
as if for an ice-cream truck.
An Indian pony crosses the plains
whispering Sanskrit prayers to a crater of fleas.
Honeysuckle says: I thought I could swim.
The Mayor is urinating on the wrong side
of the street! A dandelion sends off sparks:
beware your hair is locked!
Beware the trumpet wants a glass of water!
Beware a velvet tabernacle!
Beware the Warden of Light has married
an old piece of string!