As a graduation present I'm giving Planet a world where assholosity isn't an unfortunate necessity but a highly sought after and rewarded attribute. In the greater arc of Capitalism's ruthless and soulless life span I'm sure the significance is minute, but in my blinked lifetime the toggle from pejorative to honorific of the word greed is astonishing.
I am a titanic rube. That admission supports my point.
- Ignorance is strength.
- This is not a form of brainwashing.
- War criminals.
- Post-legal America.
- Seeking an expiation of guilt.
- After the crash: Obviously, both Republicans and Democrats are agreed to do nothing more that quibble over insignificant margins of so huge a deficit. Meanwhile, they perform live political theatre about their "deep concern about deficits and debts" for a bemused, bored and ever-more alienated public. Neither party can shake off its utter dependence now on corporate and rich citizens' monies for all their financial sustenance. Therefore, neither party imagines, let alone explores, alternatives to massive deficits and debts. After all, government deficits and debts mean: first, the government is not taxing corporations and the rich; and second, the government is, instead, borrowing from them and paying them interest. So, the two parties quibble over how much to cut which government jobs and public services.
- Robert Reich on the American economy.
- Another category error by Krugman.
- Neo-conservatism's founding asshat.
- I enjoy Larison's Eunomia, but why he would think Walter Russell Mead an honest broker makes me feel not so embarrassed by my motherfucking roobiness.
- Asked without a drop of self-awareness or irony.
- Character assassinating Bradley Manning's mother.
- Their cave.
- How we tell each other it's not so bad.
- To be fair, I'm also giving Planet four years at a high-priced credentialing factory, one of a liberal bent, where greed isn't taught to be honorable (as at, say, Amherst) but a distasteful if necessary skill.
- Subjectivity v Objectivity and science: There is so much confusion surrounding the notions of objectivity and subjectivity that I need to say a word to clarify them. In one sense, the objective/subjective distinction is about claims to knowledge. I call this the epistemic sense. A claim is said to be objective if its truth or falsity can be settled as a matter of fact independently of anybody’s attitudes, feelings, or evaluations; it is subjective if it cannot. For example, the claim that Van Gogh died in France is epistemically objective. But the claim that Van Gogh was a better painter than Gauguin is, as they say, a matter of subjective opinion. It is epistemically subjective. In another sense, the objective/subjective distinction is about modes of existence. I call this the ontological sense. An entity has an objective ontology if its existence does not depend on being experienced by a human or animal subject; otherwise it is subjective. For example, mountains, molecules, and tectonic plates are ontologically objective. Their existence does not depend on being experienced by anybody. But pains, tickles, and itches only exist when experienced by a human or animal subject. They are ontologically subjective. I emphasize these two senses of the distinction because a common mistake is to suppose that because science is objective and consciousness is subjective, there cannot be a science of consciousness. Science is indeed epistemically objective, because scientific claims are supposed to be verifiable independently of anybody’s feelings and attitudes. But the ontological subjectivity of the domain of consciousness does not preclude an objective science of that domain. You can have an (epistemically) objective science of an (ontologically) subjective consciousness. Much confusion has been created by the failure to see this point.
- The end of the subject is not the end of me.
- Because it's there.
- Climbing the mountain.
- Walter Johnson sent out a stern note on graduation dos and don'ts, including this line, about a full graduation ceremony including the reading of 650 kids names and march across the stage: The ceremony will be over in two hours. Heh. This is going to suck.
- Craig Bellamy, manager?
- Heh! Hey, Ives, fuck you for the groupon pop-up, eh?
- Wedding the locksmith's daughter.
- my father moved through dooms of love
- Parent's pantoum.
- June light.
- Dan has moved. Change your bookmarks and blogrolls, or not. Beyond that, I'm turning away an awesome opportunity to bleggalgaze. Fuck it.
- Not all thoughts turn to words.
- Silliman's always generous lit-links.
- Gil Scott-Heron.
- Gil Scott-Heron. I also agree in principle: Bob Dylan, while noting Dylan's obvious influence. Beyond that, I'm turning away an awesome opportunity to bleggalgaze. Fuck it.
HORSE IN A CAGE
Its face, as long as an arm, looks down & down. Then the iron gate sound of the cage swings shut above the bed, a bell as big as the room: quarter- moon of the head, its nose, its whole lean body pressed against its cell . . . I watched my father hit a horse in the face once. It had come down to feed across the fence. My father, this stranger, wanted to ride. Perhaps he only wanted to talk. Anyway, he hit the ground and something broke. As a child I never understood how an animal could sleep standing. In my dream the horse rocks in a cage too small, so the cage swings. I still wake up dreaming, in front of a long face. That day I hugged the ground hard. Who knows if my heartbroken father was meant to last longer than his last good drunk. They say it's like being kicked by a horse. You go down, your knees hug up. You go suddenly wide awake, and the gate shuts.