Sunday, 01/21/2018

My god cover your heads...

And get out of the boiling rain!


January 21, 1:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Shutting Down

Now the Slow Blood:

Slow the voice goes slower.
Slow the slow rain down.
Slow the narrow fellow in the grass stiffens.
Now the slow blood stirs.
Slow the voice goes slower:
Soft lead, soft enough to eat.
We dine on soft lead with lampreys.
Slow the voice goes down to harden.
Slow the silt reaches the bottom,
And Davy Jones eats
His slow meal of rubber and clay.
Slow the slow rain down can rain.
Slow the dead is dead.
Slow the light, light.
Slow the spirit is a bone,
Toy from a child’s coffin.

Robert Fernandez.


January 21, 12:25 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Saturday, 01/20/2018

Turn Ons: Pulling Wings Off Flies

OMB Director MulvaneyI found out for the first time last night that the person who technically shuts the government down is me, which is kind of cool.

Another thing he thinks is kinda cool: zeroing the budget for consumer protection.  Probably would enjoy nuking the DPRK as well.


January 20, 11:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Weird Coincidence That So Many Presidents Have Been Inaugurated On January 20th

From today's date page on Wikipedia:

Sometimes history doesn't rhyme at all.


January 20, 7:32 PM in Constitution, Schmonstitution | Permalink | Comments (0)

What Is Truth?

This old world's wakin' to a new born day...


January 20, 1:29 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Thy soul shall find itself alone

Spirits of the Dead:

The breeze—the breath of God—is still— 
And the mist upon the hill, 
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken, 
Is a symbol and a token— 
How it hangs upon the trees, 
A mystery of mysteries!

Edgar Allan Poe.


January 20, 12:25 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Friday, 01/19/2018

Art thou the Grand Old Party?

Thou sayest.


January 19, 11:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Ruining Gummint Like A Bidness


BREAKING: The Senate has cast enough votes to block bill to fund government


Thanks, Obama!


January 19, 11:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tryin' to run from the destruction, you know I didn't even care

Oops, out of time:

And you independents?  Buy yourselves a clue with all that sweet Trump Tax Cut Bitcoin you'll be getting at the end of the rainbow...


January 19, 8:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Tuesday, 01/16/2018

It's the same old theme

Many people die too soon.


January 16, 11:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Hello! there’s a pregnant phrase.

It Is Later Than You Think:

Lone amid the café’s cheer, 
Sad of heart am I to-night; 
Dolefully I drink my beer, 
But no single line I write. 
There’s the wretched rent to pay, 
Yet I glower at pen and ink: 
Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray, 
It is later than you think! 

Robert W. Service.


January 16, 11:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I don't believe in an interventionist God

But I know, darling, that you do.


January 16, 12:23 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Monday, 01/15/2018

it will be interesting to see what steps the moon will take to be revenged

Staggerlee wonders:

I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists, 
are containing 
and defining and re-defining and re-aligning 
nobly restraining themselves, meanwhile,
from blowing up that earth
which they have already 
blasphemed into dung: 
the gentle, wide-eyed, cheerful
ladies, and their men,
nostalgic for the noble cause of Vietnam,
nostalgic for noble causes,
aching, nobly, to wade through the blood of savages—
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. 

James Baldwin.


January 15, 11:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Patron-Saint of nothing

And listen to the wind blow...


January 15, 2:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Researching Regressive Tendencies

To Those of You Alive in the Future:

who somehow have found a sip of water,
on this day in the past four syndicated
series involving communication with the dead
were televised and in this way we resembled
our own ghosts in a world made brief with flowers.
To you, our agonies and tizzies
must appear quaint as the stiff shoulders
of someone carrying buckets from a well
or the stung beekeeper gathering honey.
Why did we bother hurrying from A to B
when we’d get no further than D, if that?
On Monday, it sleeted in Pennsylvania
while someone’s mother was scoured further
from her own mind. A son-in-law smoked
in the parking lot, exhaling white curses
torn apart by the large invisible indifference.
The general anesthetic wore off
and someone else opened her eyes to the results.
In this way our world was broken and glued.
But why did we bother shooing away the flies?
Did we think we could work our way
inside a diamond if we ground more pigment
into the paper’s tooth, tried to hold fire
on our tongues, sucked at the sugars of each other?
Many the engagement rings in the pawnshop.
Many the empties piled at the curbs.
A couple paused on a bridge to watch
chunks of ice tugged by bickering currents.
One who slept late reached out
for one who wasn’t there. Breads, heavy
and sweet, were pulled from wide infernos
of stone ovens. My name was Dean Young,
I wrote it on a leaf. Sometimes
I could still manage to get lost,
there was no guidance system wired inside me yet.
Laughter might have come from a window
lit far into the night, others were dark
and always silent.

Dean Young.


January 15, 1:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Well, It Ain't Exactly "The Drive"

Haven't watched a lot of sports, let alone football, over the last 10 years or so. But with Hulu's beta live TV service, we've had a few games on of late.

No Dawg in the hunt this year, like every other season, but I enjoyed the Aints' 2nd-half comeback.  And I almost missed the big walkoff TD that got those hapless Purple People Eaters into the NFC champeenship, which was pretty fucking amazing.

And it was a joyful thing to watch the hated Stillers lose.  Someday I might enjoy supporting a winning team, but for now I'll settle for some Sunday schadenfreude.


January 15, 12:04 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sunday, 01/14/2018

Remember, my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.

Salon asks: How well do movies predict our tech future?

NTodd answered long ago: not very well.  But I absolutely can NOT wait until we finally land on the moon in the late 21st century...


January 14, 10:48 PM in Mars, Bitches! | Permalink | Comments (0)

I Shot A Man In Reno Just To Watch Him Die

It ain't got nothin to do with believin' in God...


January 14, 2:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Lightning flashes across the sky

A Dead City:

Twilight ascends the abandoned ramps of noon
Within an ancient land, whose after-time
Unfathomably shadows its ruined prime.
Like rising mist the night increases soon
Round shattered palaces, ere yet the moon
On mute, unsentried walls and turrets climb,
And touch with pallor of sepulchral rime
The desert where a city's bones are strewn.

Clark Ashton Smith.


January 14, 2:03 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)