Saturday, 12/16/2017

Rendezvous Not With Rama

Oumuamua always did it in twos...


December 16, 12:49 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Everywhere your own silence, who drink from the crater

[Murmurs from the earth of this land]:

Murmurs from the earth of this land, from the caves and craters,
       from the bowl of darkness. Down watercourses of our
       dragon childhood, where we ran barefoot.
We stand as growing women and men. Murmurs come down
        where water has not run for sixty years.
Murmurs from the tulip tree and the catalpa, from the ax of
        the stars, from the house on fire, ringing of glass; from
        the abandoned iron-black mill.
Stars with voices crying like mountain lions over forgotten
Blue directions and a horizon, milky around the cities where the
        murmurs are deep enough to penetrate deep rock.

Muriel Rukeyser.


December 16, 12:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 12/15/2017

OK, RudoIph. FuII power!

Fuck you, Santa!

A few popular memes have captured the dubious moral of Rudolph’s story. One has Santa beseeching Rudolph to guide his sleigh through the fog, only to get mercilessly shut down: “I’m sorry Santa, but I feel uncomfortable giving you help after the verbal abuse and discrimination I suffered during my formative years,” the reindeer says. “It has taken me a long time to realize that my self-worth does not stem from my usefulness to you. I do not owe you anything.” Another imagepairs a still from the 1964 Rankin/Bass stop-motion TV special—the most famous depiction of Rudolph’s plight—with a concise distillation of North Pole capitalist philosophy: “Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

For generations, ever since the story was written as a poem in 1939 and popularized as a song a decade later, Rudolph’s lesson was interpreted more simply: Don’t make fun of people who are different, because everyone has something to offer. But around the time that the internet became the place for people to revisit problematic themes of old artworks, and for parents to fret about how they were raising their kids, Santa and his crew came in for a long-overdue reckoning. Rudolph “doesn't want to teach you kindness or charity, or any of that crap; it only wants to teach you spite and how to commit hate crimes,” claimed a blogger in 2010. Parenting groups on Facebook have hosted debates about whether it’s better to watch the TV special with kids and discuss what’s messed up about it, or keep it away from them altogether. In 2013, Michael Schaffer argued in the New Republic that the story “presents a fairly grim, Hobbesian vision of society: If you want to be accepted, you have to prove your economic utility—which, in the case of magical flying reindeer, appears to only involve the annual sleigh-pull.”

Okay, yeah, Santa and his minions were dicks to the most famous reindeer of all (which always made me wonder why they ask if we've heard of the anti-establishment scamp, but I digress).  Yet I take issue with the charge that everybody accepted Rudy only when he demonstrated his value to the organization.

Recall that he and the Dental Fetish Elf came home, everybody apologized, accepted their differences, worked them into the new social order, and then...Rudolph became a hero when need presented.  Let's not rewrite Xmas history here, folks.

Christ, I'm sick of Slate Pitches.


December 15, 10:03 PM in And Fuck... | Permalink | Comments (0)

Godspeed the crew of Apollo 17

Thank G-D we finally have a preznit in office who will get us back there with the best spacecraft.


December 15, 12:46 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

now, rejoicing ends, man, a price remains to pay

Staggerlee wonders:

Uncas shall never leave the reservation, 
except to purchase whisky at the State Liquor Store.
The Panama Canal shall remain forever locked: 
there is a way around every treaty.
We will turn the tides of the restless
the sun will rise, and set
on our hotel balconies as we see fit.
The natives will have nothing to complain about,
indeed, they will begin to be grateful,
will be better off than ever before. 
They will learn to defer gratification
and save up for things, like we do. 
Oh, yes. They will.
We have only to make an offer
they cannot refuse.
This flag has been planted on the moon:
it will be interesting to see 
what steps the moon will take to be revenged 
for this quite breathtaking presumption.

James Baldwin.


December 15, 12:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thursday, 12/14/2017

Good year for hunters

And Christmas parties...


December 14, 12:24 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Wednesday, 12/13/2017

Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

About 30 miles to the SSW of us: just a little earthquake.  First one the kids remember ('tho not their first).  After the wildfires, this, then I expect locusts.


December 13, 11:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Revelation 11:13

And the same hour was there a great earthquake:

In a wide-ranging video address posted online, Moore said that the race between him and Jones remained close, and that military and provisional ballots had yet to be counted. 

"We are indeed in a struggle to preserve our republic, our civilization, and our religion and to set free a suffering humanity," he said. " And the battle rages on."  
"Abortion, sodomy, and materialism have taken the place of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."

The address came a day after Jones pulled off an upset win over Moore in the race for the Senate seat previously held by Attorney General Jeff Sessions.

After the race was called for Jones Tuesday night, Moore did not concede. Instead, his campaign manager suggested that the votes may need to be recounted, citing a state law mandating a recount if the final margin of victory is within half a percentage point.

Jones beat Moore by 1.5 percent of the vote.

And the Jones supporters were affrighted, and gave glory to the God of heaven.


December 13, 11:13 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Set The World On Fire

Or just your family.


December 13, 10:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

a pink invention wrestling light

...Within, Into, Inside, Under, Within...

Oh I think of Alice gone down, down
under groundcover dreams,
a man’s tunneled night.
Who are these actors? On dream stages, I forget
lines. My tongue-tied
silence foundering…     Stage props
mumble rigidities.        The audience…

John Unterecker.


December 13, 9:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 12/12/2017

Gut Yontiff

Chanukkah miracle in Alabama tonight.


PS--And let's not forget Leonard Nimoy

December 12, 10:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

The Dying Words of Goethe

Let the Light Enter:

“Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
        And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
        Light! more light! before I go.
“Softly let the balmy sunshine
        Play around my dying bed,
E’er the dimly lighted valley
        I with lonely feet must tread.
“Light! more light! for Death is weaving
        Shadows ‘round my waning sight,
And I fain would gaze upon him
        Through a stream of earthly light.”

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper.


December 12, 10:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

One Of Our Lawyers Is A Jew!

And one of our bankers, too!


December 12, 12:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Monday, 12/11/2017

if it hasn’t snowed by mid-December

House: Some Instructions:

If you have a house
you must think about it all the time   
as you reside in the house so
it must be a home in your mind
you must ask yourself (wherever you are)   
have I closed the front door
and the back door is often forgotten   
not against thieves necessarily

Grace Paley.


December 11, 11:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Sunday, 12/10/2017

My Favorite Present

That said, I do love 2009's death scene the best.


December 10, 11:44 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Do not fret because of those who are evil

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman—

To come so far so cold a Day
For little Fellowmen—

The Road to Bethlehem
Since He and I were Boys
Was leveled, but for that ‘twould be
A rugged Billion Miles—

Emily Dickinson.


December 10, 9:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

There are too many Amendments these days. Please eliminate three.

I am NOT a crackpot:

[O]ne of the hosts says he would like to see an amendment that would void all the amendments after the Tenth.
"That would eliminate many problems," Moore replied. "You know people don't understand how some of these amendments have completely tried to wreck the form of government that our forefathers intended."
Moore cited the 17th Amendment, which calls for the direct election of senators by voters rather than state legislatures, as one he particularly found troublesome.

Sure, dump the 11th and 12th, but not the 17th!


December 10, 7:33 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (2)

We Can, Indeed, Tell A Good Tree From A Poor Tree

Feeling the spirit.


December 10, 1:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?

Sure, Charlie Brown:

Da mercedes, Domine, sustinembus te, ut prophetae tui fideles inveniantur.
Have mercy...


December 10, 2:05 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Salt Of The Earth

Matthew 5:13.


December 10, 12:52 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Salt The Earth

Congress, December 9, 1776:

Whereas, in consequence of many complaints that engrossers had distressed the public, by raising salt to an exorbitant price, the council of safety of Pensylvania, with the approbation of Congress, took the management of the affair into their hands, and have endeavoured, by as just and equal a distribution as possible of the salt imported from time to time, to supply the different parts of the country; yet, it is found upon trial, either from the artful conduct of interested persons not discovered, or from the impossibility of the thing itself, that the remedy has been ineffectual; and, on the contrary, salt continues scarcer and dearer in this port, than where no regulation has been tried: Therefore,

Resolved, That it be recommended to the council of safety of Pensylvania, to take off all restraint upon the sale of salt; and give public notice, that it shall be lawful for any person to import and sell it, in such manner, and at such price, as he shall find voluntary purchasers.

The salt issue was a pretty big deal at the start of our Ole Revolution.  Not unlike in India a couple centuries later.


December 10, 12:22 AM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 12/09/2017

It was the Winter wilde

Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity:

[P]eacefull was the night 
Wherin the Prince of light 
   His raign of peace upon the earth began: 
The Windes with wonder whist, 
Smoothly the waters kist, 
   Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean, 
Who now hath quite forgot to rave, 
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmeed wave. 

John Milton.


December 9, 11:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)