- Sen and the folly of austerity.
- Obamasshole: Other commanders in chief have presided over wars with far higher casualty counts. But no president has ever relied so extensively on the secret killing of individuals to advance the nation’s security goals. Security goals? Political goals, asshat. And yes, I know they're the same to the fucker.
- Same article: Senior Democrats barely blink at the idea that a president from their party has assembled such a highly efficient machine for the targeted killing of suspected terrorists. It is a measure of the extent to which the drone campaign has become an awkward open secret in Washington that even those inclined to express misgivings can only allude to a program that, officially, they are not allowed to discuss.
- Motherfucking Democrats.
- Snapshots of Washington's essence.
- How Ron Paul with change the Republican Party. Beinart has been consistently wrong about everything, but it's still an interesting hypothetical.
- Libertarian or rapper? Take the quiz!
- Dembot apologists.
- He's more delusional than you, pal.
- 2011's most memorable?
- For the Love of D_g.
- Things you might have missed.
- Huh? And so, to conclude concerning the beginning of the question, there is in some sense a “return to the things themselves” because there is a return to the idea that it is really the things themselves which appear. There is this kind of idea in Logics of Worlds and this is why it is so difficult, in fact: that if the things themselves are pure multiplicities, if it is really a pure multiplicity which appears and nothing else, then it is being which appears. And so, there is not the Kantian distinction between the thing-in-itself, which we cannot know, in fact, and the organization of a thing which is a transcendental nature. In my region, the transcendental is the transcendental of the thing and we can absolutely know the thing as thing — by mathematics, precisely by the mathematics of multiplicity. But to know the thing not only as thing, a being-qua-being, but as being as appearing in the world, we can also know something of that. But we must only assume that there is something other than pure multiplicity in its mathematical composition, there is something which is like an indexation, like a mark, of the multiplicity which is the thing that the multiplicity appears to be within a determinate world. So it is almost a thing-itself but with the transformation of the notion of “thing.” That is the point. There's another club of 1% I don't qualify for.
- Worthy list. I tried Ice Trilogy four months ago and intensely disliked it after initially liking the first 2/3rds of the first, it was visceral, weirdly, never experienced anything like that reaction. I was in the reading slump, which had nothing to do with anything other than I'm going to try it again soon now that I'm out of the slump to be fair to both the book and, more selfishly, me.
- The few of you regulars who read in the wee hours of EST, do you like the headers I leave for you?
- Cristiano Ronaldo consults diving expert.
- How ghosts affect relationships.
- Expect lots of His Name is Alive in the days to come, cause it's been a couple of years since I was listening, and holyfuck.
- Doom and Gloom from the Tomb.
- Three excellent WFMU djs 2011 lists, with sound.
- Yes, I know he was born 61 years ago today. Songs this afternoon.
- Drive By.
- The Royal Family.
- I learned about The Necks this past year while not listening to KEXP. Easy snark, it's still a good station, their flagship djs pissed me off and reminded me to listen to WFMU. I'm grateful. Have part one of a The Necks song, then a poem, then part two:
They moved across the screen like a computer simulation.
They moved across the screen like complex models & we learned
to call this a nature show.
Animals but set in gray shades for video capture with a lighter area for
Almost white they moved across the screen like a compressed
But the song was never familiar.
Because this was the only room this was the only room where we
that was the plot.
They moved across the screen across the room but it was not happening
The image burning in.
Coated with hair & then a lighter area for the face meaning exposed
We have learned to wear the architecture despite the sky’s numerous
All these things—the speed & the music & the room—happened but
We undressed in the room we could not take off where I handcuffed
you to the story.
This is the work of the brain—itself a bloody spring or electric wire
wrapped in ripe gray gauze—
you like it.
(2 lobes resembling the holy tablets delivered into the veldt’s dry
prefigured in the neutral network’s burning thicket.)
They moved across the screen howling but the sound turned down.
This happened over & over again—the blue light leaking into the
room like sand.
Burning into the brain in a finery of filamental fire.
The Laws which do not unravel into noise & make a kind of story of
which can’t be straightened like a motel wire
hanger looped around your wrists.
The loop like a computer simulation—the thought of the thought—
the image burning in now.
We began to understand what they were—:
the Thou & the shalt & the not