I'm not not occupying because I know it will fail and how it will fail and not not occupying because my complicity and unwillingness to divest makes me a hypocrite. Or yes, too, but mostly I'm not occupying because my mithridatism is advanced, let the young dose themselves. You could go and keep you mouth shut, said L, winning her - if getting a free one every week one way or the other constitutes winning a particular night's contest - round of ridiculously priced Scotch.
Like the header? UPDATE: Too bad, it's gone - I was bored, then I was told it sucked, which hardened my determination to keep it, then I was told by two people it kept the motherfucking bleg from loading, so - That's a photo from Stratford-on-Avon where I was four months ago two weeks from now. That was weeks before rioters burned Tottenham, remember that, two months or so ago, feels like a decade? Yay or nay on the header if you feel like it, not if not. It'll be there until it isn't.
Hey, did you know Washington DC has a professional soccer team?
- It's true! and they play tonight at ten in Vancouver, the first of the last four games of the season, needing (probably) to win three to make MLS' sillyass post-season tournament.
- Takes no balls to call bullshit.
- A Zuccotti Park education.
- Four weeks on Wall Street.
- This is not a time for cautious politics says man who won't primary Obama.
- Six reasons motherfucking Democrats can't Occupy.
- Not that they won't try.
- Motherfucking Democrats.
- Five conservative economic myths Occupy busts.
- Follow the money.
- Follow the money.
- Hamiltonians get Hamilton wrong.
- The woman who knew too much.
- Fucking christers.
- If you can spare, send some coin to Corrente.
- Gass on Bishop.
- This week's new releases.
- My baby she's alright.
- What you can buy me for Giftmas.
- Woke up with this in my head:
Any fool can get into an ocean
But it takes a Goddess
To get out of one.
What’s true of oceans is true, of course,
Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming
Through riptide of rhythms and the metaphor’s seaweed
You need to be a good swimmer or a born Goddess
To get back out of them
Look at the sea otters bobbing wildly
Out in the middle of the poem
They look so eager and peaceful playing out there where the
water hardly moves
You might get out through all the waves and rocks
Into the middle of the poem to touch them
But when you’ve tried the blessed water long
Enough to want to start backward
That’s when the fun starts
Unless you’re a poet or an otter or something supernatural
You’ll drown, dear. You’ll drown
Any Greek can get you into a labyrinth
But it takes a hero to get out of one
What’s true of labyrinths is true of course
Of love and memory. When you start remembering.