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Overlooked British ladies of the Nineties.

Aug 25, 2010 in Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Because I must.

Cerys Mathews of Catatonia, who ate, smoked, and drank like a real woman, 1998:

Justine Frischman of Elastica, who famously dated both Brett Anderson and Damon Albarn, 1995:

Sonya Aurora Madan of Echobelly, who was lovely and very nice when I met her, 1995:

Had some other ideas, but, y’know how important it is for obscure artists to keep their videos out of the public eye.

-hw

This is high drama.

Aug 10, 2010 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

If we’re going to have tabloid stories pass for journalism, I say this one has all the drama of any Oscar nominated movie. Next, a beautiful woman man has to find this guy and teach him optimism through a combination of sex and good advice.

-hw

p.s. Yes, this post has a secret librul agenda. Nah, I’m just kidding. It’s a blatant one. But seriously, I just felt this guy’s plight. Who can’t relate to this?

Nomi Song

Apr 16, 2010 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Where as David Bowie only pretended, Klaus Nomi actually was from outer space.

The first day of the rest of my life.

Feb 15, 2010 in Britpop, Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Synth pop gets a BBC documentary.

English pop stars have difficulty stopping the awesome.

Feb 10, 2010 in Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I thought Pulp’s last album was a pleasant farewell that betrayed the great group’s diminishing steam after twenty-plus years together, but Jarvis’ solo career feels completely vital and alive. If it weren’t for the grey in his beard, who’d know he’d aged a day?

-jb

I submitted an entry for a screenplay contest.

Feb 03, 2010 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Five pages of horror, the winner gets produced. See my submission here. They’re charging a dollar to vote, so I don’t expect any, but I’d appreciate any page views and constructive criticism.

Warning: Adult, graphic content. And yes, I’m very strange.

-jb

The funniest thing I’ve ever watched.

Jan 21, 2010 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Even after fifteen years I still weep tears of laughter:

-mg

Speaking of fishing pictures.

Jan 21, 2010 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

We didn’t catch shit…but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have a good time.

Mille Lacs. Rocky Reef Resort. 1/17/10.

The fishing was slow so I think we all got a little bit of the Space Madness inside that little ice-shack. (more…)

Teh agony.

Dec 19, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I’ve been nursing my health care reform indigestion the past couple days, but for 70 minutes I was happy again.

-jb

I guess I have to talk about everything now.

Dec 03, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Some people blog continuously. We don’t. We expect that you read lots of blogs and that we don’t need to repeat everything being said out there. We blog when we think it will be interesting on its own merits and as an art form. It’s a reserved, contemplative style. I believe it wise to spend a few extra moments rolling over an idea in my head before spewing it out.

I’d like that to be the last word on anybody who attempts to throw rocks at us because we didn’t write about something. But last words are rare anymore.

-jb

I’m weird!

Nov 30, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I always used to hate when completely non-weird people would declare that about themselves because they liked pickles on toast or something equally inane.

Well, I’ve become everything I hated, so I’m weird because I don’t enjoy blogging while home sick. Reading and storing tabs for later use, watching movies in the lower right-hand corner, playing around with my new Google Wave beta account, but my deep thoughts amount to, “Blech.”

In the meantime, check out this instantly classic episode of Parks and Recreation to see why it’s the funniest show on TV right now:

-jb

Yeah, yeah…I’m posting a cat video.

Nov 19, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Kitteh interferes with official acts!

-mg

Basic expectations.

Nov 01, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

The past week or so we’ve been visited by a couple commenters who have come here to condemn us. My mistake, apparently, is in not throwing up my hands and surrendering immediately.

Let me be clear: at Iowa Liberal, we have a feisty spirit but a respect for the principles of logic and intellectual honesty. We really dislike dishonesty and try our best not to practice it ourselves.

If somebody wants to make an accusation, they will be allowed all the longitude and latitude they need to make their case. They will not be banned. Any specific criticisms made will be addressed to the best of our abilities. If we are told we are still ignoring something, we will address that very thing.

What we will not do is surrender without good cause. As we allow ourselves to be questioned, we expect the exact same thing of those who come here swinging away.

I forged my argumentative style in the fires of the ISCA BBS, often surrounded by half a dozen righties and libertarians, enduring continuous attacks on me, my abilities, and everything I represented. Yet I always had the same tricks up my sleeve: Sift through the attacks, find the substantive points made, address them, and wait for the favor to be returned.

Boy, you can clear out a room with that method, real quick.

Or very slowly. A few times over the years I found truly worthy adversaries, intellectual warriors who would not scamper off, who felt their views trumped mine and were ready to showdown. A couple exchanges stand out in my memory, but the six-month battle with user Astaroth, an actual CATO employee who refused to back down on taxation being theft, remains my most rewarding. He wouldn’t settle for huffing off with a stream of insults as I’m used to. He was going to stand his ground and show me the error of my ways.

But he didn’t. And soon he left ISCA, never to engage me again. After six months of back-and-forth, he was spent, and I felt my fundamental premises and conclusion remained sound.

I confess, I do have another secret technique: I actually concede points when I cannot win, and avoid arguing about things I lack confidence in. You will not, trust me, find me engaged in ferocious debate over the minutae of tax policy or the root causes of the War of 1812. It’s part of the reason I don’t blog every day. Sometimes I simply trust others to say things better than I can.

If somebody wants to visit Iowa Liberal and tell me what a big poopyhead I am, I will respond with, “Prove it.” And if they can’t bring it, they will be disregarded. Should their case prove to be especially thin, they may even receive a bit of condemnation themselves.

But for gosh sakes, don’t come in here swinging, and then start bawling about what meanies we are when you get a crack on the jaw in return. Stand up and fight for what you believe in, and if you can’t hack it, then perhaps you should reconsider your stance.

It certainly seems that is what is expected of me, so I apply the expectation in return. It seems to be the most elementary, basic standard of debate, and I treat others exactly as I wish to be treated. It is a definition of intellectual honesty that actually incorporates an understanding of intellect and honesty.

My honest opinion is that most people simply do not hold themselves to the same standards they hold others to. For whatever reason, they expect to speak and be listened to, and they have their techniques for attacking and condemning those who do not easily comply (for an explanation of why the right tends to be dominated by such types, observe Rush Limbaugh). Such people will find their going here difficult, but we can only apologize so much for refusing to bend over for a bunch of bluster. The key to honest argument is to concede up front what it would take to prove one wrong, and this is my effort to make it clear what standards Iowa Liberal operates by, and how we expect ourselves to be judged.

If you come here assuming we are doing our best to describe the world as we see it via techniques that are open and falsifiable, and understand that we are willing to assign doubt where it exists, you’ll be just fine. Even if you lose the argument.

-jb

Old school.

Aug 20, 2009 in Music, Straight-up madness, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Son of Bazerk and Bomb Squad created a rap symphony in three and a half minutes.

[youtube ZmDdUUVhnfk]

Hell, they don’t even make videos like that anymore. I wonder if Spike Jonze saw that back in the day and gleamed some inspiration.

-jb

We all feel better in the dark.

Jul 15, 2009 in Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

As we grow older, this grows truer:

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From the greatest concert video of all time, the Pet Shop Boys Performance. Every single number had its own costume change, theme, and moves. Integrating the avante garde with the common, rarely has such effort been mustered to dress up some terminally stiff white boy rapping. The results elevate it to a very honest sublimity.

-jb

A little bit off the wall

Jun 25, 2009 in Culture, In Memorium, Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I was going to write about the current situation in Iran, when I was stunned by the shocking news of Michael Jackson’s death.

Anyone born between the years 1970-1990, knew him as the king of pop, and can name and/or sing 5-10 of his songs.  I would be bold to say that of these people, before the age of 10 would have told you that he was their favorite singer.

There was no other artist, that is as well known in as many countries as Michael Jackson.  Religion, culture, and political beliefs aside, many people all over the world were touched by his music.

Music is one of those things that transcends all these things and can be a universal unifier.  Which is why in the mountains of Tora Bora, Afghanistan, in the remotest village in Pakistan, Papua New Guinea, anywhere you go someone has heard of Michael Jackson and can tell you what their favorite Michael Jackson song is.  Yes, even Osama Bin Laden probably has a favorite Michael Jackson tune, and tried to moonwalk when he was a young fanatic.  Hell, white Christian fanatics like Bill O’Reilly and Rush Limbaugh probably have a favorite Michael Jackson song.

He was the first real megastar in music.  He was a whole lotta crazy well before Britney Spears and Amy Winehouse.  Before boy bands, there was the Jackson 5.  You may say Beatles, but the Jackson 5 were younger, the first true boy band.  Justin Timberlake wouldn’t have any dance moves or falsetto without Michael.  Before U2, Michael Jackson pushed the boundaries of the largest overblown, multimedia, multi-million dollar rock shows.  Yes I say rock, because he employed the best backing rock session musicians in his albums and tours.

Before Michael Jackson, Bollywood movies actually had plots, and the only music was the backing soundtrack, and the only dancing was two lovers running through forests and around trees in the beautiful mountains of Kashmir.  From the 80′s onwards, choreographed dance sequences are now the central part of the movie, and all copy the moves from Thriller, Beat It, Smooth Criminal, and such.

The list goes on, but he was truly extraordinary, and his departure will be mourned all over the world and in also the least likeliest of places.

–Ali

P.S. I know mg and jb will crucify me for posting this :P

One of the greatest web pages ever.

May 27, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Start having fun.

-jb

The quality of ice in your drinks.

May 21, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

You never thought about how much ice mattered, until you read this article and slapped your forehead…

-jb

Oh, hell, EVERYBODY is pissed.

May 16, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Nobody is happy.

Republicans are insane, Democrats are cowards; Dick Cheney rants about how awesome torture is and Obama is dangling the USA over the gaping maw of Al Queda, the press grants him solo airtime without challenge; Obama hires a corporate lawyer from pollution hounds GE to enforce environmental law; deficits are raging, Republicans are still cheap charlatans, again trying to score cheap political points by pretending they aren’t the reason we have to spend so much; Democrats are left holding the baton for the immorality of torture but our politicians are too busy playing game theory to try something as simple as enforcing the law; everybody wants tons of spending, even Democrats are afraid of proposing the taxes we need to fund it all, Republicans have gone so blinkered that they’d fight a penny increase in the yacht tax; Obama is smirking at the notion of ending the drug war, Republicans are afraid it’s all for show while his drug czar moves us towards a cease fire; Iraq is made of molasses, Afghanistan sweet poppies promising a Taliban-free high if we just stay a little bit longer; the NYT can’t figure out how to make money but thinks refusing to say “torture” is journalism; California’s direct democracy system is broken and Sacramento is filled with zealots, the only solution is more direct democracy; Wolverine was sloppily made, normal publications are freaking out that gay-ish Adam Lambert could actually win a contest to be a pop star; Republicans are beholden to a thrice-divorced drug addict sex tourist who is too intellectually dishonest to debate anywhere other than the safe confines of his radio show, his ratings only go up the more he disgusts mainstream America; Norm Coleman is brazenly exploiting the court system just to keep Al Franken out of the Senate a little bit longer, Jim Carrey is now one of those people who rants about vaccines causing autism; projects to make America’s energy green and slow the effects of global warming still lack political will, along with revamping Medicare or shifting retirement ages; the airwaves are filled with jackass reality show contestants but Noam Chomsky isn’t seen on cable news…

…I want to keep going but I’m dying to go to bed…

…f’ing hell.

Everybody should just drink some lilac wine…on a train.

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-jb

Moechest du Skinny Puppy?

May 02, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

[youtube 8sQl7Rj80Wc]

Yeah, we loved that shit. Though we might have had second thoughts if we’d seen the music videos…

-jb

More Wedding Blogging.

Apr 03, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to


The best man, Mike G.

-jb

Wedding Blogging (cont.)

Apr 03, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to


That’s with an ocean view, mind you…


My beautiful girls.

-jb

Kill Bill 1&2 in 60 seconds.

Mar 23, 2009 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I actually thought Vol. 1 was an excellent little bit, but Vol. 2 was pure bloat. Suck on it, Quentin:

[youtube Ex0ANhZ1Y6o]

-jb

Fleet Foxes versus The Mountain Goats

Feb 16, 2009 in Culture, Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Kinda;)
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Anyway, Fleet Foxes are one of my favorite new bands. I call them “The Belle & Sebastian of the Appalachians” which isn’t very clever since they’re from Seattle. They devote themselves a little bit to their lo-fi look, but mostly to the music, and the results are frequently transcendent.

-jb

We were so young.

Dec 15, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

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When I first heard this song, my ears immediately revolted. Later I wasn’t sure I’d heard anything more beautiful.

Suede at one point seemed to have limitless potential. So did I.

They released two masterpieces, then lost to fiery temper the musical genius, Bernard Butler, behind their complexity. With some new young talent, they produced two well-received and pretty albums with some terrific b-sides, and then could barely scrape up two good songs on a final album that saw them turn into bad Suede impersonators. Brett Anderson’s voice was scarred by hard living, his lyrics rehashed cut-and-pastes of earlier songs, the original template finally and utterly reduced to caricature.

Brett Anderson and Bernard Butler reunited, bitterly, called themselves The Tears and produced an album that was pleasing, but only occasionally echoed their youthful genius.

I have convinced myself that the fire of my youthful brilliance has been smothered. A reckless and heartless idealism that at times threatened to overtake me, never rewarded and instead smashed into submission by cold realities and self-reckoning. Had I become the rockstar screenwriter I envisioned myself, it would have likely been a quick dousing of gasoline followed by immolation.

I hold onto my creative library, hoping for a time when age and wisdom will allow me to revisit it and tinker with it, with the hope of turning it into something of serious craftsmanship. I’m not there yet. My skills are ready, but too many demons were released onto those pages. They require a sturdier shepherd.

Thus, I still feel hope for the future, though I know I can never regain some of the best qualities of youth.

I’ve lost that pretty head, even lost that living room (to the ’04 tornado), but I’ve still got the guy sitting there with me, co-blogger Mike G. We spent a lot of time being young, and talking about what that meant. We talked about the real artists who endured while others flamed out and faded away. There were those who etched their name onto history, and the rest who could be cast away without thought.

I made the mistake of thinking the glory of some negated the value of others. Of course, being me I went a little too far in the other direction, being too content with going nowhere, but the longer I go, the more I feel that finding the balance of things is within my grasp.

At 35, I am, in the long run, still young. Indeed, sometimes I am still too young. However, I have also invested too much time in this life to cast it away glibly. While a time may come when everybody I know is gone, where I may get all my fulfillment from watching the mad world spin in place, at this point the longer I live the more I have to live for.

I still feel sorry that Suede lost their glory, that they will probably grow old in obscurity with few recognizing their accomplishments, that they are unlikely to reach great heights again. But I hope they still find a way to be happy in their day-to-day lives.

Especially after that solo album, Brett. Good lord, you wanker.

-jb

Blogjammin’

Dec 09, 2008 in Barack Obama, Clueless Conservatives, Economy, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

First of all, I didn’t die in a burst of fire when that fighter jet crashed in San Diego. Death cheated one more day!

Second of all, getting married has been a breeze, I actually spent most of last week worried about an important test I had to retake for my career to progress. I bought the textbook for the class and studied it instead of actually taking the class, and passed 2 of 3 parts on the first go. Being able to focus on the single test and getting more time to study made the second time a bit of a breeze, so I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed optimistically. Lil’ Miss Samari isn’t down with babies until I’ve improved my prospects a bit, so over the course of the next year I will be seeking a respectable job and would likely cease blogging upon acquiring one. As soon as my screenwriting takes off, though, I’ll be back to bloggin’ whilst sipping Guinness. Quick pitch for all the Iowa filmmakers: In a world…

Oh, wait, ya don’t exist. Anyway…we’re exceptionally pleased to see Mike receiving positive support while he recuperates from a wanton act of criminal violence. There’s no way to track the fuckers down and stomp their shit in, so we shall instead appreciate our friends, left and right, and the fact that even though the fisticuffs fly online, and always shall, we all want each other to stay healthy. And sexy. Let’s all pray to Jeebus that Mike doesn’t end up in an eye patch. They can do marvelous things with retinas these days. And glass eyes. But I’ll prefer to hope Iowa City’s finest doctors are on top of this thing.

I must say though, while life in America has certainly been newsworthy, I’ve been pensive and inclined towards rumination. We are at the brink of great uncertainty, and Obama’s first term will be ridden with historical implications that will make his being the first African-American president a footnote. Where will we be in four years? While I have lived through a big moment or two, very little has actually disturbed the flow of life in the United States. 9/11 shook things up, but if you didn’t live in New York it stood little chance of being more than a story on the news for you. The Iraq War has touched the millions who have known soldiers hurt or at risk, but even for most of them their lives proceed much as before.

Yet now we are asking ourselves about this economic meltdown and how it will affect our lives. The word “Depression” is thrown about with regularity, and while we ain’t there yet, the shit brownies are in the oven. Obama’s task is to put the brakes on the worst and get a re-engineered economy in place, one that can restore faith. While our piles of imaginary money and value are vanishing in the cold light of morning, economic beer goggles removed, we have it within our power to create something real.

Part of that is going to involve Obama’s public works projects that can repair, rebuild, and upgrade our country’s infrastructure. Solar, wind, ocean and other renewable power projects will mean real domestic value, powering our advancing technologies with energy harvested within our borders. Our cropland can be preserved for food, and we can attend to finding ways to keep topsoil from turning into dust or cracked dirt inhospitable to anything but weeds. Little of this progress will be evident in four years, but we will know what direction we are heading. Tumult may find us, but Obama’s campaign of Hope may be more central to his presidency than cynics thought. Whether we can have it in four years will be the test of him.

-jb

p.s. And whether or not he’s a natural born U.S. citizen won’t be. The courts aren’t having it: he’s certified, and those pressing the case are certifiable.

More reasons Texas blows.

Nov 19, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I went there this time to find out. San Antonio specifically, for Lil’ Miss Samari’s Rock N’Roll Marathon adventure. Actually it wasn’t entirely a waste of a town. The downtown area has the picturesque Riverwalk, but the Alamo is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it affair tucked into some crappy tourist traps, and 2/3 of the businesses looked closed for good. Bill Miller’s Barbecue Drive-Thru is everywhere, and I theorized that he was the crime boss of San Antonio, laundering his money through the restaurants, a romantic conceit that drove me to eat a Sloppy Joe there in a fashion most anti-climactic.

No, the true highlight of the trip was found in Austin, which is as excellent a city as reputation has it except that at 7:00pm on a Saturday night most of it was shut down…except for the part that mattered. 6th St. has 4-5 blocks of bars and other shops filled with live music, and Friends serves $5 Guinness on tap with no cover charge, so we found our niche. The band was good looking and more than competent, but they seemed to be waiting for a Black Crowes revival they could snatch some coattails on. Make sure you take a peek at the Capitol building around the corner while you’re there…and if you went to Texas but missed Austin, you might has well have stayed home.

Honestly, one of the best moments of the trip was in the bookstore in the airport before leaving. Lil’ Miss Samari picked up Obama’s book The Audacity of Hope, which I’ve found a pleasure to read, and I picked up a the “lists” issue of PC World (November Issue) which is filled with amazing sites and programs for spiffing up my computing experience. Right now I’m flipping out over RocketDock, which turns your PC into a Mac with a perfect recreation of the OS X dock (mine is on the right side of the screen, although it pops up a lot when I move to slide scrollbars…still, so awesome) My desktop is much less cluttered. My physical desktop, not so much…

-jb

UPDATE: Moved RocketDock to the top of the screen. Life is perfect now.

The better Obama’s numbers, the more I wanna party.

Oct 25, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Sorry for a second night of silly videos…but Lil’ Miss Samari insisted:)

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The facial-mapping technology is getting pretty good nowadays.

-jb

Two bits of advice.

Oct 16, 2008 in WTF?, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

1. Never put off making love to your wife for video games. Or any other reason.

2. Never put your cell phone in a microwave. Especially don’t turn it on if you do. Or the microwave.

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-jb

POLcatz

Sep 29, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

cat
From the usual suspects.

-jb

And the night became terror.

Aug 30, 2008 in WTF?, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I bring you, ladies and gentlemen, a true story:

Office star (Ricky) Gervais was recently hosting a series of press junkets for his new movie, Ghost Town, at the Roosevelt Hotel in Los Angeles, but left in a hurry when spooky happenings scared him and his co-workers.

A terrified movie executive revealed that their work was disrupted by a string of supernatural occurrences.

The exec tells British newspaper the Daily Star, “We wanted the junkets at the Roosevelt because of its ghostly reputation. But we got so much more than we bargained for. A photoshoot we prepared was wrecked and two runners say they saw the figure of a lady in the full-length mirror.

“The final straw came when a production assistant stayed in the room earmarked for Ricky and claimed to have been freezing cold on the hottest day of the year. He said he woke up with someone whistling in his ear, even though he was alone, then heard a giggle before being pushed out of bed.”

It’s always cold when they’re around, isn’t it?

-jb

My favorite website.

Aug 05, 2008 in Uncategorized, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

With my internet at home behaving like a 1972 Chevy Vega I haven’t been able to knock out any multiple paragraph bitch and moaners. Instead I’ll throw up the occasional favorite website of mine. Today’s is icanhascheezburger.com. As sad as it is to say, I check it every day at work.

-mg

Some people are bigger than others.

Jul 16, 2008 in Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

After 25 years he is still a force of nature, uncontained, unrestrained, and deservedly so.

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Morrissey, “All You Need Is Me.”

People who accuse me of thinking Obama to be the Messiah are silly, cuz the Mozzer is:P

-jb

Video/Question of the Day

Jul 10, 2008 in Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

How did Mary Timony ever avoid becoming an international sex symbol?

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Helium, “Superball”

-jb

Subversive Thought of the Day

Jun 30, 2008 in Anti-War, Uncategorized, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Brecht Poem in Portland
I just came across this image of a street in Portland, Oregon. Of a poem by Bertolt Brecht, a famous German playwright, who was anti-nazi, and blacklisted by McCarthy after he fled to the US, for being a communist.

The text may be hard to see on the image so I will paste it here:

General, your tank
is a powerful vehicle
it smashes down forests
& crushes a hundred men.
but it has one defect:
it needs a driver.

General, your bomber is powerful
it flies faster than a storm
& carries more than an elephant.
but it has one defect:
it needs a mechanic.

General, man is very useful.
He can fly & he can kill.
but he has one defect:
He can think.

And for JB’s pleasure the original German is:

GENERAL, DEIN TANK IST EIN STARKER WAGEN
Er bricht einen Wald nieder und zermahlt hundert Menschen,
Aber er hat einen Fehler:
Er braucht einen Fahrer.

General, dein Bombenflugzeug ist stark,
Es fliegt schneller als ein Sturm und trägt mehr als ein Elefant,
Aber er hat einen Fehler:

Er braucht einen Monteur.

General, der Mensch ist sehr brauchbar,
Er kann fliegen und er kann töten,
Aber er hat einen Fehler:
Er kann denken.

Peace and love to all, and here’s hoping the next president doesn’t continue destroying what’s left of the world.

-Ali

I ran into Tim Burgess at a bar in Minneapolis once.

Jun 22, 2008 in Britpop, Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

You need to a flashplayer enabled browser to view this YouTube video

-mg

Lil’ Miss Samari’s pick o’ the day.

Jun 22, 2008 in Music, Uncategorized, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

[youtube 1-wEBmLht5g]
“Wake Up” -Arcade Fire w/ David Bowie

-jb + lms

Because you need a good laugh.

Jun 19, 2008 in Clueless Conservatives, Straight-up madness, Stupidity, WTF?, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

John Cole yukkin’ it up…back story here (okay, maybe read that one first), and make sure you don’t miss this

-jb

UPDATE: More goodies! I love it!!! If you find more, put them in the comment threads…I LOVE IT!!!

UPDATE II: Alright, I know I fucking blow, but I had to:

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It couldn’t happen here….

May 20, 2008 in War Crimes, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to, Women

Every now and again I crawl under a rock, and then bore every one to tears with a Sermon on the Mount.
Here I go again….

One of my guilty pleasures in life is listening to Amy Goodman every morning on Pacifica. I need my daily dose
of realism.

Out of that, I have heard some horrific stories of torture:
One is of the youngest boy in Guantanamo, who was sent there when he was 15.
Omar Khadr
The sole survivor of a bombing raid in a village, and the soldiers had to justify murdering everyone in the village.
He being the only survivor and eye witness, they had to say that he threw a grenade at them and shot
first.

Another being in the many prisons in Iraq and Afghanistan, the eye witness accounts of young boys,
minors who are raped by the US soldiers, while in custody.

Then we wonder why there are so many young suicide bombers. Has to be the modern-day witchcraft, Islam.

Fine, those people aren’t humans anyways, those are just Arab dogs, or Muslim fanatics.

But now there are reports of Americans. Civilian contractors, nurses, doctors, Blackwater employees, and such,
who have been getting drugged by their coworkers/army personnel, and the like, and waking up to find
they have been raped and brutalized.

Story here…

As Morrissey said,

“…it’s so easy to hate….it takes guts to be gentle and kind…”

(I Know It’s Over, The Smiths)

It’s just as easy for me to dehumanize the perpertrators of these crimes against humanity.
It’s easy to hate the politicians and lawmakers, who even when hard evidence and testimony is brought in front of them
of these deplorable acts, take no actions against the perpetrators.

Now we get to the reason I’m posting all this.

I happened to catch my wife watching a disturbing movie the other day.
We didn’t know what we were in for, having watched Juno, we wanted to see another movie starring
Ellen Page. An American Crime
It’s a movie about a crime that happened in 1950′s Indiana. The good ‘ole heartland of the USA.
Where a young girl was locked in a basement, and beaten/tortured/starved to death. For over 3 gruelling months
she was systematically and increasingly, brutally tortured by the woman who was in charge of her, and by her children and
several children of the neighborhood. The movie is disturbing because the family was any normal blue-collared
American family of the 50′s, church going, school going. The children were all pre-pubescent, except for the oldest daughter.
The crimes were committed mostly by the woman caring for the girl, and by her young daughters. Except, for one young son,
and the daughter’s boyfriend. The neighborhood was your regular 1950′s American neighborhood.
They heard and saw strange things, but no one did a thing.

The movie and book, condemn the family and the surrounding society for this “crime against humanity”.

Both my wife and I, being parents of a young daughter, were extremely disturbed by this.
But I immediately told her, this is what our Armed Forces are doing to young Iraqi and Afghani children
on a massive scale and daily basis.

The soldiers and contractors who are being accused of horrible acts of torture, are no different than the
babysitter and her children. Coming from hard-working blue collar families, maybe even having families of their own.
Good honest, church going people. Their colleagues who don’t report them, even though they witness the horrors, are no different
than those Indiana neighbors of the 1950′s.

It’s easy to react and recoil, after watching this movie of a young American Girl being
tortured by a regular American family.
There are hundreds and thousands of Sandy Larkins lying in mass graves (after being brutally tortured) in Iraq and Afghanistan, and those who are still being similarly torture in Guantanamo, without a Jack Ketcham to write a novel about them….

-aa

Would you run a triathlon to help fight cancer?

May 19, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

No? Okay, sponsoring somebody who would is easier. Trust me, she’s good people:)

-jb

One of the most underrated bands of the 90′s.

Apr 12, 2008 in Music, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Sometimes a band kicks out a masterpiece and then dissolves into nothing. Marion’s This World & Body is one of those cases. It was painful to pick one song, but this is a fair sample (then go watch more of their videos or find the album!):

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-jb

Oscar night.

Feb 24, 2008 in Culture, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Everybody knows Daniel Day-Lewis will take home the Oscar for Best Actor, and rightfully so. Watching him in There Will Be Blood is like being sucked into a black hole; there’s simply no escaping Day-Lewis’ gravitational field. Yet I also hope the film itself gets the pick. No Country For Old Men really underwhelmed me and contained so little of the flavor that the Coen brothers brought to their greatest movies that I’m not rooting for them like I was the year of Fargo. It seems to me to be a nearly transparent adaptation of the book, perfectly translating it without being better or worse. TWBB on the other hand nearly dispenses with the novel it is based on and hitches onto Paul Thomas Anderson’s vision, mirroring the crazed ambition of Daniel Day-Lewis’ character Daniel Plainview. PTA worked it, dug deeper, and found the black gold where others merely farmed the land they were given.

Best of all, we have a new classic line which has inspired stuff like this website, a guide on proper usage, and a pretty funny skit on last night’s SNL, featuring a preternaturally perfect impersonation of Day-Lewis by Bill Hader (no link, good luck finding it if you didn’t TiVo it…UPDATE: I FOUND IT!!!). Here’s the original scene, although it is somewhat criminal to watch it without seeing the whole movie (it’s kind of a spoiler, although it doesn’t really reveal TOO much):

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I’m all for the phrase becoming ubiquitous if it means more people see the movie. Yes, every time somebody gets punked, somebody else drank their milkshake. If only there were some way to apply it to politics…

-jb

Happy Valentine’s Day, monitor huggers.

Feb 14, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

You might find this one useful:

Tip of the hat to reader Lil’ Miss Samari for pointing me to someecards.com…now that’s all she’ll ever get.

-jb

Sweet-ass video of the day.

Feb 06, 2008 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Recommended by reader Samari…

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Bat For Lashes, “What’s A Girl To Do?”

-jb

Outgamed.

Jan 31, 2008 in WTF?, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

For the better part of a year, I have been bumping into Michael Walzer, our nation’s preeminent living political philosopher…

He is? Who is he?

Moments like this remind me why I’m not legendary. Logic, reason, all wastes of time…because I can’t remember shit and I have too many interests filling my free time. Reading political philosophy rarely finds an opening between watching Bladerunner on my brand new home theater system and…none of yer business what the hell I do with the rest of my time:)

-jb

Percocet dreams.

Nov 27, 2007 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I was in my childhood bed, except I was apparently Bill Clinton, and Hillary was in bed with me, buck naked, yelling at me and flinging sheets over various scandals because I didn’t take them seriously. She was curvy and solid, much like my newly-ex-girlfriend, definitely some sweet meat between the sheets, but I, being poor old Bill, wasn’t getting any that night.

See why I ain’t been posting much this last week? Cuz shit like the above paragraph gets written, yo!

-jb

I’m feeling old.

Oct 17, 2007 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Recovering from my recent anemia, which left me with the strength of an old man, rather than the usual ten, I just threw out my lower back. Then I told a kid today who asked me how I knew who Sephiroth was…”Because I played Final Fantasy VII when it first came out…when YOU WERE IN DIAPERS!”

I’m now that guy. Except it’s no longer about walking to school in three feet of snow. It’s not even about Atari games, or changing the channels with a knob, or Transformers. This is about a frickin’ Playstation One game. Can you wait until you’re telling kids, “Ha, I remember the old days when we had to carry our music around on iPod nanos, not these fancy subdural implants you can’t even see!”?

-jb

I’m with stupid.

Oct 14, 2007 in Media, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

Jeromy and I grew up in the sticks so we never had MTV. We had to wait until Friday nights when our local NBC affiliate would air Friday Night Videos. Tonight we’re doing Sunday Night Videos featuring Pet Shop Boys “I’m With Stupid”, a song about the relationship between Bush and Blair featuring the infinitely more engaging stars of Little Britain.

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-mg

Robot need oil.

Oct 12, 2007 in We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

On the off chance that somebody remembered that I described myself as suffering from anemia recently, I’d like to report that I’m doing much better now. I dragged myself, literally, to a doctor and learned, with only a little surprise, that due to internal bleeding I’d lost 3 of my 5 quarts of blood. My hemoglobin was a 5.4 where it should have been about 15. Yep, folks, I nearly died a couple weeks ago, and it just felt like being tired and wanting to sleep.

Quick note: I have no health insurance myself, haven’t had it for 7 years. The doctor, upon hearing my condition, declared my first visit free and each subsequent one $20. I have no way of expressing my feelings about his generosity adequately.

While some slapdash methods have prevented further bleeding while my body rebuilds its blood supply, I will be requiring a $4000 operation as soon as I can get my hemoglobin up to a 10. $2000 is going on the credit card and the rest will be paid in installments.

I’ll manage just fine, and I’ll pay for that operation in time. I won’t tie my fate directly to the issue of healthcare for all, but there are some obvious parallels. In another country I would have gone to the doctor about 5 years ago for the operation I needed, had it taken care of, and never would have been flirting with death all these years later. Yet, as some rightwinger will surely be quick to point out, I coulda woulda shoulda gotten some job that gave me health insurance (I tried to be a Geico man like Mike, but they wouldn’t have me), or not blown the job I had 7 years ago that had me fully covered. Spending five years pursuing Hollywood in a less than ingenious manner was a choice I made (although obviously if it had paid off, I’d be a model of self-reliance). Choosing not to pay $500 a month to buy into my company’s health care plan (when I typically make $1500 a month) was a choice I made. I did make an honest attempt to try buying healthcare for me and my honeypie last year. It was basically an anti-bankruptcy plan that wouldn’t have covered the surgery I needed anyway, and after they rejected my honeypie for pre-existing conditions, I said, “Fuck it.”

“Oh, yes, fuck it! That’s your answer for everything!”
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The first five minutes are the relevant portion…

So I can’t get the “YOU COULDA DONE SOMETHING!” that rightwingers are so quick to offer out of my head, even though I didn’t have the option to run off to Fox News like Tony Snow when $168K and full health care coverage was breaking his back. It’s true. Somehow, somewhere, I could have done something different and been covered. Somebody, somewhere, has a job I could have elbowed them out of for that coverage. That person is getting health care coverage right now, and maybe they don’t even need it! It was my duty to make sure that I was the one with coverage and they were the one working two jobs with no coverage.

But what nags at me more is the question, must it really be that way? And is America better that way? Is a greater number of Americans competing for a shrinking supply of coverage for ever more expensive health care coverage what this nation needs? Me, I don’t give a fuck about myself so much, or obviously I might have done more in the past. But it’s the others…

I can’t not think about the others, and what we’ve done to ourselves as a nation here. That’s why I support health care for all.

Anyway, feel free to send a message along the liberal grape vine to George Soros that I need $4k for an operation. I’ve surely been an obedient and dutiful liberal brownshirt for some years now…where’s MINEZ?

Ah, but really. I’ll be fine, and life is still sweet. We’re doing our best and we’ll get covered some damn day. I’m quite glad I didn’t jump on that pale horse last month. Hope all of you are getting by okay yourselves. It’s a rough world out there.

-jb

Radiohead killed the record company.

Oct 12, 2007 in Culture, We'll post whatever we goddamned want to

I paid $7 for mine. Salon reports the numbers, and they’re jaw-dropping.

The British music newsletter Record of the Day conducted a poll of 3,000 purchasers of the album. People paid an average price of £4, about $8, the newsletter found.

Because the band isn’t working with a record label, it gets to keep all that money. If it had sold its songs instead on iTunes, it would likely have seen less than $1.50 per album.

Which means that if all these numbers are right — 1.2 million units at $8 each — Thom Yorke and his pals are seeing a lot of green right now.

$1.50 per album through iTunes? Or hire some web geeks for a few grand to set up a site and a server, and rake in millions? Every single musician working out there today just did a double-take and ran to the bathroom to clean their soiled undies. Every record company executive started looking into other careers. And music lovers everywhere rejoiced…

…although I haven’t made up my mind if the new Radiohead is good. Better give it another listen.

-jb