- An end of politics?
- The neo-liberal mafia.
- The illusion of free markets.
- On the above.
- How to make your blog instantly popular.
- Tea Party's Cold War roots.
- Sabots and sans-culottes.
- Good-bye to all that.
- The Obama they elected.
- Shorter Obama job speech.
- Obama's speech at Your Fucking Washington Post op-ed page: Meyerson loved it, Milbank mehhed it, Rubin hated it, Dionne loved it, and the World's Shittiest Human would have hated it if he didn't have the day off, as anyone could have predicted.
- Gore's mini-obamapostasy!
- The ONLY THING the cracker base cares about is which mouth-breathing pig scares Liberals the most.
- K did ask me the traditional "how's blogging?" and I said "same," then when home, typed this into an email to a friend: I think the guy who claims to be an e-acquaintance meant that linking be blogwhoring - that's what was suspect, that I wasn't a tovarich, I was ginning for hits, not that I was an infiltrator, or anything like that. Just a slut. See, I've still problems thinking people understand my blog-speak. Happens in real life all the time too. This actually is one of my cruxes, and the main topic of just about everything I write: I think people know what I'm talking about when I'm abbreviating in advance. So, yeah: same.
- Top eleven existentialists novels?
- A great five minutes.
- A bell for every minute.
- Was in a meeting yesterday where a discussion on who should be the go-between between conflicting parties (guess who got nominated), so guess what's in my head:
THE QUIET WORLD
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.