This has gotta be the tightest Depeche Mode remix ever, and only available on 12" vinyl. Almost makes the cost and annoyance of getting a rekkid player sound tempting. Almost.
[If ya can't see the vid cuz this blog's been imported to Facebook or somesuch, gotta click through.]
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Fresh Scent of Clean Coal!
Not new but hilarious, directed by the Coen brothers, same guys who brought ya Fargo and Barton Fink, as well as a couple of other things.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Freedom, who's next?
Today, March 4th, 2009, oral arguments will be presented to the California Supreme Court against Proposition 8, which eliminated same-sex couples' right to marry by restricting the legal definition of marriage.
Proposition 8's passage was a political effort funded in large part by the Mormons, an event unparalleled in my knowledge of American history. Hasn't the church to date generally been a proponent of minority rights? Or has time just smoothed over the raw edges of history? Christlike? I know the Bible pretty well, and Jesus wouldn't be for this. What would Jesus do? I can't say, though I am pretty sure of some things he wouldn't do. He wouldn't tell people who to love. He might tell whoever was without sin to cast the first stone. (Actually, he did.)
This is a time we will tell our grandchildren about. We'll tell them with tears in our eyes. My tale will be of powerless futility, of rage against inhumanity, of frustration against an oppressor who endeavors to be Christlike, an oppressor who has forgotten love. And then I will shed tears for him, and for the tears he must shed with his tale. My tears will be shed without guilt. Regret, perhaps, that there is more I could have done. But not guilt.
So (returning to the title of this blog) who's next in line for freedom? We've given a measure of it to the colored folk (even though they're the result of unholy unions), Jews (horns and all), women (who bleed every month and don't die), and the poor (vote without owning land? pshah!). I wonder if they'll ever stop asking to be treated like white affluent folk with penises. It only seems to follow that next it should be fags and dykes. It's an American tradition that we progressively become less exclusive. If we're not careful, we'll be welcoming the tired, poor, huddled masses, wretched refuse, homeless, and tempest-tossed (just like that French green chick with the torch in New York's harbor). I'm hoping for personal reasons that it's sexual deviants and rabid boardgamers after that. (Don't worry, I'll blog about it sometime. Some of y'all already know the story.) In the words of a great American:
Deep, deep, down, ya know what this is about? Wide-eyed, unreasoning fear. We can't solve it, can't resolve it, can't take it away. Many of us will suffer or die as victims to this fear. We've got to acknowledge it, though we need not lay down and be trampled by it. We can't be happy about it, but we need not feel alone.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should admit that I'm mixed (just like most Americans). I have a significant amount of Native American blood. Sure, apart from the odd photo (the hair helps), no one ever thinks of me as other than white, but there's no doubt that I've got some teepees in the closet.
Proposition 8's passage was a political effort funded in large part by the Mormons, an event unparalleled in my knowledge of American history. Hasn't the church to date generally been a proponent of minority rights? Or has time just smoothed over the raw edges of history? Christlike? I know the Bible pretty well, and Jesus wouldn't be for this. What would Jesus do? I can't say, though I am pretty sure of some things he wouldn't do. He wouldn't tell people who to love. He might tell whoever was without sin to cast the first stone. (Actually, he did.)
This is a time we will tell our grandchildren about. We'll tell them with tears in our eyes. My tale will be of powerless futility, of rage against inhumanity, of frustration against an oppressor who endeavors to be Christlike, an oppressor who has forgotten love. And then I will shed tears for him, and for the tears he must shed with his tale. My tears will be shed without guilt. Regret, perhaps, that there is more I could have done. But not guilt.
So (returning to the title of this blog) who's next in line for freedom? We've given a measure of it to the colored folk (even though they're the result of unholy unions), Jews (horns and all), women (who bleed every month and don't die), and the poor (vote without owning land? pshah!). I wonder if they'll ever stop asking to be treated like white affluent folk with penises. It only seems to follow that next it should be fags and dykes. It's an American tradition that we progressively become less exclusive. If we're not careful, we'll be welcoming the tired, poor, huddled masses, wretched refuse, homeless, and tempest-tossed (just like that French green chick with the torch in New York's harbor). I'm hoping for personal reasons that it's sexual deviants and rabid boardgamers after that. (Don't worry, I'll blog about it sometime. Some of y'all already know the story.) In the words of a great American:
- "The tradition in America is a progression of individual freedoms. Ya know what the tradition of America would say? Gay marriage is the next step in the progression. THAT's the tradition of America."
- Jon Stewart; The Daily Show; November 13th, 2008
In the interest of full disclosure, I should admit that I'm mixed (just like most Americans). I have a significant amount of Native American blood. Sure, apart from the odd photo (the hair helps), no one ever thinks of me as other than white, but there's no doubt that I've got some teepees in the closet.
Twitter.. the.. uh.. new (?) rage?
"My stalker just grunted on my twitter." This segment is hilarious.
Feels to me like Twitter's been around for forever. I'm not even all that immersed in gadget culture, more of a spectator than anything, but I'm aware, so it comes as something of a shock when I realize how far behind the technology curve some folks are. Someone should create some sort of index measuring how old tech needs to be before it's 'discovered' by the masses at large.
Feels to me like Twitter's been around for forever. I'm not even all that immersed in gadget culture, more of a spectator than anything, but I'm aware, so it comes as something of a shock when I realize how far behind the technology curve some folks are. Someone should create some sort of index measuring how old tech needs to be before it's 'discovered' by the masses at large.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Hello, is this thing on?
Well, I've gotta blog. I'm just testing now to see if my posts show up on Facebook, since no one else is listening to me (yet?) (Just added Facebook to my browser's dictionary. Isn't that funny? Not really.)
Look for this space to become cluttered, friendlier, and a little bit frightening. ;) I've also created a blog for poetry. It' s a separate blog because I don't want Google to index poems on it, and thus (I hope) circumventing the "previously published" restriction in writers' guidelines. It's at http://btforsythe.blogspot.com, should put up a link to it from this blog soon.
So, anyone hate Blogger? Am I making a huge mistake? Feels like I've been treading water on this issue for waaaay too long.
Look for this space to become cluttered, friendlier, and a little bit frightening. ;) I've also created a blog for poetry. It' s a separate blog because I don't want Google to index poems on it, and thus (I hope) circumventing the "previously published" restriction in writers' guidelines. It's at http://btforsythe.blogspot.com, should put up a link to it from this blog soon.
So, anyone hate Blogger? Am I making a huge mistake? Feels like I've been treading water on this issue for waaaay too long.
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