- Yves says the shutdown was kabuki, now is hissy fit. It can be, and is, both and both-squared, of course.
- Everything is a pissing contest: That helps one perhaps to appreciate what a personal culture it all was, in Vienna: it really wasn’t about work at all (that would have been sober and German), it was more about who said what behind whose back, who appeared in whose company, who greeted or failed to greet whom. It was a jockeying for position, a battle over authority, vulgarly a pissing contest.
- Envy, scorn, and shutdown.
- How much surveillance can democracy stand?
- I am stunned to learn that Maryland's Democratic Attorney General and candidate for Governor Doug Gansler is a gaping asshole.
- The history of fear, part four.
- Virtual sheriff.
- Four wars.
- Your assignment is to find a GIF of Kirk screaming KHAN! and photoshop in Obama's head and then dub over KHAN! so the Obama screams ASSANGE! cause that would be a lot funnier than this sentence has been.
- Borg complex alert.
- Who the fuck uses sillyass Star Trek allusions?
- Sixteen tales of information technology in education, 1993-2013.
- Why no directors?
- Yes, public schools should be closed for Eid al-Adha. Or open for Christmas.
- Oh, fuck the local helmetball team.
- New Inquiry's Sunday Links.
- does not really exist.
- Krasznahorkai, for those of you who do and those of you who should. Seiobo There Below is next, as soon as I finish the Coover.
- This is your brain on poetry.
- Boatload of E.E. Cummings poems for his 119th birthday.
- Woke up with the below Red Crayola song in my head, which in combination with the above Western Hysteria song made me think of the 39 Clocks song below the Cummings poem.
[as freedom is a breakfastfood]
E.E. Cummings
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
—long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men’s hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
—long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common’s rare and millstones float
—long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late
worms are the words but joy’s the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
—time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
