Why You're Here:

You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."

You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.

You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.

You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Who Are We?

As Americans--be you born here, naturalized, holding a green card, or somewhere on the margins trying to make your way in--what binds us? What forces are at work that serve to forge an American identity?

Are these forces now different than they once were? Do these forces produce different results than they once did?

Where does "American character" reside? In our institutions? Within individuals? As an abstract concept only observed from a distance? How has it changed over time? Has it changed?

Such questions would appear to belong atop an exam and seem to be an exercise and nothing more. But I can't shake the feeling that questions like these need to enter the public discourse one way or another. Failing to seriously address these questions will leave us vulnerable to forces--internal and external--that will shape us in ways we can't anticipate and leave us wishing that we had.

Can such questions be slipped into movies and television shows? Into speeches by politicians and into the mouths of celebrities? Asked by foreigners traveling among us? Asked by foreigners when we travel among them? Asked and answered by op-ed columnists and comedians? By the crazy and the sane, the sober and the inebriated, the pious and profane?

Explicitly phrased as questions, not as statements shot-through with answers implied and question marks slapped on. With assumptions laid bare, awaiting confirmation, denial or further questions. Things believed to be fundamental thoroughly examined. Purposes of institutions re-evaluated. Inertia stripped of its authority.

I'd like to see a massive civic discourse bubbling up from within. Perhaps I'm unable to see the form such self-analysis will take. Perhaps a dramatic decision or event must occur to precipitate this. Perhaps nothing can penetrate our self-absorption, denial and abnegation.

No matter. This reckoning awaits, regardless.

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Worth Reading (not this post, but the column I link to)

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/20/opinion/20rich.html

Not sure if you have to register to read this column, but it's worth the extra typing.

Ignore the "read more" link below.
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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Rock And Roll Hall Of Lame

What a silly fucking concept. The concept itself is as self-aggrandizing as it is self-negating. "Ooh, look at all those paunchy, graying fools on stage trying to play 'Gloria' or some other golden oldie they all know. I'm so glad we paid $500 to see this. And I'm even more glad I can sit down and eat while the rocking and the rolling is going on."

Having said that (wink to all you CYE people), the 25th Anniversary concert (in NYC, not Cleveland, where the actual museum is) on HBO looks and sounds phenomenal in in HD. Having said that, this glittering, glow-basking- and back-patting-fest was kicked off by a speech from Tom Hanks--'cause nothing says rock and roll like Tom Motherfucking Hanks!!!

I'm sure the list of performers who, over those 25 years, have said "fuck off" to showing up for induction is short, but good for them. That list certainly doesn't contain Iggy Pop.  He might have rolled around in broken glass and shot prodigious amounts of heroin, but that wasn't gonna stop him from kickin' it with Madge and JT.

Finally, please note that it's the Rock AND Roll Hall of Fame. Not Rock 'n' Roll. Because--even more than Tom Hanks--nothing says rock AND roll like completely spelling things out. Because there's no way I could have enjoyed Art Garfunkel belting out "Bridge Over Troubled Water" without a very large image of a bridge.   There's no way I could understand Jimi Hendrix's awesomeness without some grizzled beef jerky-looking s.o.b. telling me they'd never heard anybody play like that cat, man.

Oh, before I combust, Jeff Beck sucks.

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Monday, December 7, 2009

Just Because

I'm a sucker for a well-played joke in motivational poster form. I dare say I'll never tire of them.

Here's an oldie but a goodie I came across yesterday:




















'Nuff said.
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Too Much Of A Good Thing? Never!

I have a penchant for watching the shit out of certain movies. Not exactly sure why, but I do. Perhaps I'm trying to absorb them, twine their celluloid strips with my very DNA.

In any case, here are movies that make up the current crop. All of them have recently been in heavy rotation cable.

The Fifth Element
Apocalypse Now Redux
The Dark Knight
The Darjeeling Limited
French Connection 2

I think I'm ready for the next batch, so I'll probably take a break for a while.

Probably.
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