That's the rental we picked up Saturday for driving Planet's stuff to Ohio Monday so I can abandon her at college for the start of her senior year. Me and a fat-ass red gas-guzzling SUV, a Dodge, with Oklahoma plates. The three of us find it funny. When I turned the car on the radio was tuned to the local sports-talk station, ESPN980, it was a local baseball show, I didn't have any music with me so I listened the fifteen minutes from rental office to house. To tell from the commercials, sports-talk radio stations' target-demographic is males who owe thousands in back taxes, face bankruptcy, and have erectile dysfunction. Doctor Hornsby promised results in his office on your first visit or the visit is free. I almost wish I had an NRA magnet-sticker and an I Don't Trust the Liberal Media magnet-sticker for the Kensington to Frederick to Hagerstown to Hancock to Cumberland to Morgantown to Washington to Wheeling to Zanesville to Gambier and back just to see the faces from the drivers of cars with Obama stickers when I zoom by or they zoom by me. It'd be like The Alternative Factor. But what of Lazarus, hassled by Internal Revenue, irrevocably broke, unable to maintain a boner, in both matter and anti-matter universes?
- Can I please point out that incidents like Ferugson are not a bug but a feature? If you think for a motherfucking second that Power isn't DELIGHTED! by Ferguson, didn't spend a motherfucking second thinking of fixing Ferguson, didn't spend every IMMEDIATE SECOND! thinking about how to exploit Ferguson to amplify Ferguson as an example of what will happen to you if you disobey, you are a motherfucking fool.
- Ferguson and American apartheid.
- Our return to Feudalism.
- In defense of outside agitators.
- How many fingers am I holding up?
- Burque Media.
- I truly don't understand people who don't believe the Earth's climate isn't changing.
- BroadSnark's things you might have missed.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- I believe The Gazette might have just condemned one of the robbers to death.
- I watched the first half of DCU last night - its was streaming on the website, I was streaming media at my work desk for self-entitled fucks - and United scored three goals in under ten minutes in a Germany v Brazil fashion and I tweeted that thought out. Two tweeters who follow me chipped in and.... Long story short: I did commit to do a Fuck-Me-Jig if and when a new stadium exists. The original dare stated I would do it in front of my season ticket seat, but since I will not longer be a season ticket holder I cannot uphold that end of the dare. I will however, buy a ticket to a game, do the Fuck-Me-Jig, have SeatSix or Landru or someone record it, and post it here, provided here is still here. Besides, there will never be a new soccer stadium in DC.
- Gaddis, for those of you who do.
- Ruggles, complete, for those of you who do.
- Mirah is going to the Kate Bush shows.
- Borges born 115 years ago today. Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.
STONE GULLETS
May Swenson
Stone gullets among Inrush Feed Backsuck and
The borders swallow Outburst Huge engorgements Swallow
In gulps the sea Tide crams jagged Smacks snorts chuckups Follow
In urgent thirst Jaws the hollow Insurge Hollow
Gushing evacuations follow Jetty it must Outpush Greed
Conservative highway patrollers from MD to OH duly advised.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the Guardian link re polar ice. Duly noted & credit due.
Yes, I Gaddis. Or at least I did and probably will again.
Again, safe travels and LOUD musics!
My mind is like a plastic bag.
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the license plate of your rental car reminds me of a song, the 1971 number one hit on the radio for paul revere and the raiders
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i heard part of this song on the tv on an infomercial for "150 40-year old songs from 1-hit wonders on an overpriced CD collection" - i may not have the title quite right - the host was donny osmond, and the hostess an attractive somewhat younger woman i'd never seen before