In the late 1990a I was the copy editor for a large music dotcom. My job was to proofread, edit and smooth out thousands of music reviews. There were common errors among the writers. Not a one of them could spell Alanis Morisette but they loved to use her as a women’s music reference point or punching bag. On my monitor was a Post-It with the most common mistakes. No music journalist I’ve ever met can spell these and you’d be surprised how often they come up.
The Cure (never Cure)
“September Gurls” is the Big Star song about teen love that I feel as deeply at 35 as I did at 15. Everyone says that because it’s true. Big Star were the unknown heroes — the originals with unsold potential. Yesterday Big Star songwriter Alex Chilton died. His music moved many a musician.
Last week’s terrorist attack against an IRS office in Austin left two dead. One was the pilot Andrew Joseph Stack, about whom we’ve heard plenty. Vernon Hunter was a manager at the IRS who died when Stack flew his private plane into the building.
Hunter was a veteran, father and husband. His son Ken Hunter said he wanted to tell people about his father after hearing about Stack’s life and his anti-tax crusade. He was alarmed by comments from Stack’s friends who said he was a good person and Internet postings calling the pilot a hero.
“People say (Stack) is a patriot. What’s he a patriot for? He hasn’t served the country. My dad did two tours of Vietnam and this guy is going to be a patriot and no one is going to say that about my dad? That’s what got me started talking. I couldn’t stand it anymore,” Ken Hunter said. “My father didn’t write that tax code.”
The Supreme Court Of The United States has decided that corporations “deserve” free speech by way of massive campaign contributions. I do not believe corporations are citizens. The Bill of Rights was set up to grant certain rights to some citizens. It has since been extended to those other than land-owning white men. The people who wrote the consitution had no idea the ultramegaconglomerates that churn billions of dollars. They could not have forseen the control corporations have in our elections. They also didn’t know about lobbyists. McCain-Feingold, out the window.
Wondering if right-wing talk radio will mention *these* activist judges or if that term only applies for more liberal issues.
So this is how it’s gonna be?
Moxie made it to the front page of Snuzzy, a Dogster/Catster property that is all about cute animal pictures. We don’t give Moxie much dairy (hello, fart city!) but do allow her to lick out empty yogurt and cottage cheese containers. My dog when I was growing up was called Sassy and she had a similar talent for getting ice cream out of tall sundae dishes, or any dishes really.
Anyway, check it out.
More than the health care debate I think this video speaks to the education crisis in our country. Really I shouldn’t have laughed as hard as I did — these people are serious — but what a bunch of fools. If you’re going to be a sign-toting right-winger at least know what the h-e-double-hockey-sticks you’re talking about.
What’s not funny is the undercurrent of assassination — the signs that read “Bury Obama-care With Kennedy” and “Unarmed — This Time.” Intimidation through violence or threats of violence is terrorism. Pathetic, really, after the last eight years of gutting the Constitution and screwing over this country that people come out with this crap. It’s unpatriotic. There, I said it.
For the 11th time, I’m heading back to Black Rock City. Like a moth to the flame, I guess. I took some time off from the event but am excited to get out there and play.
One thing I’ll be doing is blogging from the desert. You can look for it on the Burning Blog, where I’ve already posted a few times this summer.
Some great pre-press has come out, including this story about a doctor who works at the event and the unusual medical cases out there. Have you ever heard of playa foot? You don’t want it, that’s for sure.
Mark Morford’s last column was about the life lessons of Burning Man. Like many Morford columns, it’s funny and rambling and over-the-top (oral sex in public? Maybe that will be my new thing to try out this year! Ahem). His way of describing the event touched something within the community. He calls it “beautifully debauched.” I have experienced the fierce joy he writes about and I’m headed back for more.
When future historians look back at this passage in our nation’s history, I suspect they’ll conclude that this Obama-isn’t-American nuttiness refracted the insecurities and, in some cases, the hatred that a portion of conservative white America felt about having a black president and about the transformation of what many thought of as their white nation into a genuinely multiracial republic.
- Harold Meyerson, Washington Post
This soda siphon is my favorite memento from our time in Buenos Aires. It says La Primitiva Soda, Industria Argentina. We bought it at the Sunday antiques market at Plaza Dorrego in the neighborhood of San Telmo. Early in our trip we sat in this square and watched tango dancers as we drank Fernet and Cokes at an al fresco cafe.
The Sunday morning market stretched beyond the square to surrounding blocks that were closed to traffic. All sorts of elegant old housewares were for sale as well as gaucho knives, photos of old buildings and local crafts aimed at tourists. There were street performers, notably an octet with an upright piano and three accordionists, stilt walkers on cobblestones and a one-woman band playing plastic cups.
Here is “Oui on peut” (”Yes we can”), a song by Louisiana zydeco musician Dirk Collins and a host of others. Ted & I heard this last weekend while streaming New Orleans radio station WWOZ. Aw, chers.
I also found the Obama reggae song we heard on Turks & Caicos radio. It’s called “Barack Obama”, it’s by Cocoa Tea and it’s catchy. You should watch it.
These songs are a reminder that the world is excited about President Obama (omg! I just typed that for the first time, squeee!) and is behind the U.S. People who have been so screwed by past policy (Louisiana, the Third World) are stoked. So am I.