- On the above. Found it yesterday on Ubuweb looking for something else ten minutes after @elserracho tweeted a question about catfood. I need (or not) to figure out how to link to a particular tweet, but, as always, Serendipity is always awesome.
- An article and a follow-up on finance game theory.
- Alien v Predator, or: Wikileaks v Facebook.
- Lambert visits Occupy.
- Newt in South Carolina.
- The Straight Cock Express Rides Again.
- Motherfucking Obama.
- Strange days in Blegsylvania. Maybe it's helmetball, maybe it's winter, maybe it's fatigue in the face of ten more months of POTUS 12, maybe it's the mountains of duh, maybe it's obsolescence, both the media and its whores, but Stringtown's a bit deader than I've ever seen.
- Yes, we needed another news radio station.
- What John Cleese did between Python and Fawlty Towers.
- Biblioklept riffs on JR.
- Sweepstakes Prize. Whole album was on the CD player as we drove on Ohio 95 from Fredericktown to Butler then Ohio 97 to Mohican Gorge State Park near Loudonville.
- Neil Young angered by sound of digital music.
- Leave me alone.
- Faust's lost album.
- I think I posted a live version of Destroyer covering New Order, but if I posted this studio version and said Holyfuck before, I'm doing it again.
- I'd heard both the two below songs on WFMU, brought to my attention last night by a bud.
CHILDREN OF OUR ERA
Translated by Joanna Trzeciak
We are children of our era; our era is political. All affairs, day and night, yours, ours, theirs, are political affairs. Like it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin a political cast, your eyes a political aspect. What you say has a resonance; what you are silent about is telling. Either way, it's political. Even when you head for the hills you're taking political steps on political ground. Even apolitical poems are political, and above us shines the moon, by now no longer lunar. To be or not to be, that is the question. Question? What question? Dear, here's a suggestion: a political question. You don't even have to be a human being to gain political significance. Crude oil will do, or concentrated feed, or any raw material. Or even a conference table whose shape was disputed for months: should we negotiate life and death at a round table or a square one? Meanwhile people were dying, animals perishing, houses burning, and fields growing wild, just as in times most remote and less political.