Thursday, June 28, 2007

Egypt outlaws all female circumcision.

Too little too late, but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. Not trying to be flippant with this news story. I'm just a little stunned that it took this long.

I'm somewhat leary of what kind of discussions could be spurred by posting this news story, but it seems too important not to mention. Ignorant responses will be deleted immediately.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Right Foot Blue, Left Hand Red!

Trojan Condoms have a hot one it's the TWISTER!!

Party games, indeed! The "Family Planning" aisle never had so many choices! They've even got something cool if your tool is cork screw shaped. You had to do that special hip roll before... talk about ergonomically efficient!!!

So this is all good unless you prefer a cork to a twist off...

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Statcounter.com

This little statcounter device is one of the coolest little parts of blogging, so cool that I've blogged about it before. It's not only real neat to see where your visitors are from around the globe, but you can also see what Google searches might have brought them to your blog. Today's best search topics that led to Glossophagia:

class war -- a search done in London, England

decent vibrator -- a search done in Quakertown, Pennsylvania

It would be much more cool if they came from the same town, but you can't have everything. Somehow I'd imagine that the upper classes have the best vibrators and I don't think that's quite fair. Time for a petition, maybe. Or a march. With a rhyming slogan.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Aging: Man Who Invented "Pull My Finger" Honored



Not one to get particularly personal blog-wise, and this may not be all that much of an exception, but on the subject of aging...

There comes a point in everybody's life when things sneak up and give you a good kick in the ass. I was, as a young man, blessed with one of those systems/metabolisms that allowed me to do anything--eat anything, drink anything, etc.--with no apparent ill effects whatsoever. In recent years, however, there was a noticeable change in... lets call it the recovery period. Late nights take longer to recover from. Hangovers last more than a couple hours. Where I was once a human garbage can with foods, I find that there are things my system no longer tolerates.

So you make adjustments--cut out red meat, drink less, smoke less, exercise more, lose weight, adopt any number of life philosophies and coping mechanisms to deal with stress. Live happy and eat happy and all that.

Despite any measures you take, however, things just change. It can really only be attributed to age, whether it's just the systems naturally changing, or the accumulations of abuse creates changes and intolerance. It's just there.

It's rather ironic that you can get to a point in life where you've worked out most of the crap in your head and you wake up every day feeling really positive, you have trouble getting the car to start. That's really kind of a bummer. But it's also the great leveler, so this isn't really a gripe, so much as a public testimonial.

So on a Saturday when normally I would be nursing a hangover and catching up on the news of the week (Saturday is a great day for newspapers because it's where they stick the stuff they know they have to print, but also know that fewer people read the paper on Saturday), I'm off to get blood work and hopefully address a few ailments. It's rather humbling really because I always felt rather invincible. I feel positive about it, or rather I know it's all just crap that happens, but it's kind of a bummer too. You do what you have to though it's kind of a drag when you think about it.

One thing that hasn't diminished with age is discomfort with different things... the visit to the school to talk to the principal. Doctor's office... blah blah blah.. . Still feel like I'm 12 with all that. Funny that I can dread these things all week, and I have. It occupied far too much of my waking thoughts. One day my teenage brain will catch up with my middle aged body. Or perhaps I should just do sit-ups or something and they can meet in the middle.

So lest this come off with zero levity, here are a few words and phrases that I've n ever grown comfortable with. I'm sure ladies have their list too. Feel free to add:

Colonoscopy

Prostate Exam--usually followed by Does this hurt? (no, make bigger circles, please. How about I stick my thumb up yours and ask you that?)

Turn your head and cough (I call this the stop, drop and roll test. Every guy with a set of balls knows that if you grip one or both of them between your thumb and your forefinger and tug, it just fucking hurts, okay?) I was in my 20s before I got an adequate explanation of what this was actually checking for. If you signed up for sports in school, you've had the stop, drop and roll. I always figured it was to test your threshold of pain. Hernia? WTF is that? Uncle Danny wears a truss, but I didn't know it was connected to his balls too!

Life is weird, and I'm off... Wish me and my gear luck.

Addendum: Another things that goes with age, apparently is attention to detail. I was getting in the car to head off for my tests and looked at the appointment info, and realized it's NEXT Saturday. Guess I'm off for a friggin' nap.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Law of diminishing returns?

While I'm sure that it's true that not all vibrators are created equal, there must be a point where the law of diminishing returns comes into effect. No doubt Damon Albarn's Gorillaz project has inspired quite a few to shake their asses, but at $275 a piece (har... a piece) could the new line of GORILLAZ VIBRATORS do more than twice the... um... good that one of say, $100 could do? Anybody want to weigh in on this topic? Is there some voice of experience that could shed some light on this situation?

I'm still shaking my head a bit... you can buy the whole set of six for $1650. That would give you enough for... a nice display on a curio shelf for when Dad and Mom come to visit?

Official cheesy pun of the month, from this article: A series of vibrators inspired by Gorillaz are in the pipeline....

What wind from yon University breaks???

Hark, behold THE NEW CLASSICS.

I'm all for rock and roll getting its due credit as not only a viable but complex and wonderful art medium. I'm also for the sacred cows of ancient history being the target of close examination and even well aimed bomber pigeons. Perhaps I'm missing something but the above story (click the different colored letters for the link yon blog newbies, or Bloobies if you will) strikes me as a classic example of academics getting a bit giddy and speaking simply for the sake of hearing themselves.

Referencing a bit of the article, perhaps OP stands for Old Pointyheads.

Pop music as an institution has struggled for years for validation and credibility as real art. The Pointyheads piss and moan about 'high art' vs 'low art.' Blah blah blah. I always thought the point of pop music, and specifically rock and roll, was that it was, or should be, free and separate from comparisons... Nothing to prove. Evidently I was wrong because the arguments continue. The comparisons continue.

Silly, isn't it?

Hah! Bet you thought this would be another slam on the Beatles, didn't you? They could have dropped any band in there. I only fear one day I'll see a similar article comparing Eminem to Turgenev.

Snack Time

A co-worker turned me onto a line of snacky foods made by a company called WINGS OF NATURE. Yeah, of course I feel a little weird blogging about snacks directly after an obituary and a brief pro-Communist rant... But this stuff is good. Snack bars highly recommended... all organic and trans-fat and gluten free. I'm currently crunching away on an Espresso Coffee Bar, made with real coffee beans. Yaaaay! Okay, we'll see in a bit if they are caffeine free. I hope not.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

RIP Vilma Espin Guillois

Big up to CelticGods for this article--The media here in the States are always big to bash the crap out of Cuba and other Communist/Marxist/Socialist countries for curtailing freedom and so on and blah blah blah... I think it's important to note that when you look around the world at the governments of these nations, they were often the first to include equal rights for women in their platforms. Dating all the way back to the Russian Revolution and further, women had a much greater role in the shaping of governments and legislation than any other "free nations" we can name. Certainly Vilma Espin Guillois was one of these very important women and a real mover and shaker...

Vilma Espin Guillois
Hero of the Cuban revolution who became a powerful 'first lady' and advocate for women's rights
Published: 20 June 2007

Vilma Espín Guillois, revolutionary leader and politician: born Santiago de Cuba, Cuba 7 April 1930; married 1959 Raúl Castro (one son, three daughters); died Havana 18 June 2007.

For almost half a century, as the wife of Fidel Castro's brother Raúl, Vilma Espín was the de facto first lady of Cuba. Fidel himself was divorced when the revolution triumphed and later opted to keep his own "wife" out of the public eye, happy to see his sister-in-law fulfil the public role.

Espín was far more than a ceremonial first lady, however, and when the ailing Fidel handed over power "temporarily" to his brother in July last year, she could justifiably have dropped the de facto, but by then she was too ill to appear in public. She was decorated by Castro as a Heroine of the Revolution for fighting alongside the Castro brothers in the Sierra Maestra, sat on both the Central Committee and the Political Bureau of the all-powerful Communist Party, and had been, since 1976, a member of the executive Consejo de Estado, the council of state, theoretically the highest organ of government. Until her death, she remained president of the powerful Federación de Mujeres Cubanas (FMC), the Federation of Cuban Women, which she herself founded in 1960, just over a year after the success of the revolution.

In fact, her reputation as her husband's "political mentor", even something of an éminence grise behind Fidel himself, led many Cubans and foreign diplomats to believe she was at least as powerful as her husband. It was Raúl and Vilma, many believe, who nudged the nationalist Fidel into the Soviet camp two years after the revolution and who pushed for the arrival of Soviet nuclear missiles, bringing the world to the brink of nuclear war in October 1962. While the Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev initially mistrusted the young Fidel, it was said to have been love at first sight between Khrushchev and Fidel's fiercely Marxist, vodka-loving younger brother.

To younger Cubans, Espín's high-profile role at the head of the FMC, with three and half million women in its ranks, was her main claim to fame. It was she who drew up the unprecedented Family Code of 1975 which, at least on paper, gave women equal rights and obliged husbands by law to share housework and childcare. In a traditionally macho nation, it was a remarkable breakthrough although women's rights, even if equal, remain at the mercy of the Communist regime's overall repression of dissidence, of freedom of speech and of the media.

To older Cubans, however, Vilma Espín was considered one of the three women heroes of the revolution, along with Celia Sanchez and Haydée Santamaría, first for her key role in the urban guerrilla movement in Santiago de Cuba, and later for fighting alongside Raúl Castro in the Sierra Maestra. Her nom de guerre, "Deborah", was almost as well known during the revolution as Fidel Castro's, "Alejandro."

Vilma Espín Guillois was born in the eastern city of Santiago, in Oriente province, in 1930, though the Party-controlled Cuban media, perhaps at her bidding, often gave her year of birth as 1934. Her father was a patrician Cuban of Spanish imperial stock, a wealthy lawyer for the mighty Bacardi rum family, while her mother was a French bourgeoise immigrant.

The young, fair-skinned Vilma lacked for nothing during her schooldays, while most of the islanders, the black or mestizo population, lived in dire poverty, the lingering legacy of colonialism and slavery. Of a practical bent, she became, in 1954, one of the first Cuban women to graduate with an industrial chemistry engineering degree and, thanks to her family's influence, was accepted the same year for a post-graduate course at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Boston.

There, her fellow students from around the world, including a few Cubans, helped fuel her social conscience. General Fulgencio Batista had taken control of the Caribbean island in a 1952 coup and the plight of the majority of Cubans was worse than ever. She found herself in contact with anti-Batista students, both in the US and on the island, and in 1956, on her way back from Boston, stopped over in Mexico City to meet a young man who had been trying to overthrow the dictator since 1953. He had been jailed for more than two years, pardoned and exiled to the Mexican capital. His name was Fidel Castro.

It was in the rowdy cantinas of Mexico City that she also met the Argentinian Che Guevara and Fidel's brother Raúl. Like many children of wealthy Cubans, she had become attracted to Marxism and found her ideology in tune with that of Raúl and Che, while Fidel himself showed less interest in Marxist thought and insisted his revolution would be a nationalist one, purely to restore democracy.

The name Fidel Castro had come to the attention of Cubans on 26 July 1953 when he and a poorly armed band of 100 friends attacked Batista's Moncada army barracks in Santiago, a fiasco which saw many of the attackers executed and Castro jailed, then exiled. While Castro was in Mexico, however, a young man called Frank País, working underground in Cuba, was possibly the best known name within the anti-Batista movement.

Castro needed to co-ordinate the planned revolution with País, based in Santiago, and used Vilma Espín as a messenger. She carried maps, letters and requests for arms, then helped País organise what was probably the most significant week of the revolution. She later wrote of smuggling weapons and ammunition, concealed in her long skirts or petticoats, between "safe houses." Her own home was effectively the headquarters of the movement.

After the Castro brothers, Guevara and four score other young revolutionaries set sail from the Mexican coast on a rickety, motorised yacht called Granma in late November 1956, País and Espín organised an uprising in Santiago. This was partly to distract Batista's troops, but also to show the strength of the underground movement in the east and thereby galvanise support islandwide and notably in the capital, Havana.

At dawn on 30 November, the time the Granma was due to reach shore, País, Espín and more than 200 men and women, yelling "Viva Cuba libre! Fidel has returned!", attacked the Moncada barracks, the police headquarters, the customs house and other installations.

As it turned out, the exhausted boatload from Mexico had been delayed by bad weather and landed only on 2 December. The Santiago uprising was a military failure but reached its objective of demonstrating to Batista and all Cubans that the underground movement was serious. It was a turning point.

Vilma Espín, Frank País and their comrades went underground or linked up with the Castro brothers and Guevara in the mountains. After País was traced and executed by a Batista policeman on 30 July 1957, there were rumours that Espín, one of only a few people who knew his hiding place, had sold him out. The theory, prevalent among anti-Castro exiles in Miami, was that Fidel Castro resented País's popularity and asked her to betray him. There was never any evidence to back such a theory and she herself scoffed at it.

Whatever the truth, País's death, which brought tens of thousands into the streets of Santiago and sparked a week-long strike, shifted the focal point of the revolution from Santiago to the Sierra Maestra. Espín fled to the mountains and linked up with the guerrilla unit led by Raúl Castro, the "Frank País Second Front" named after the murdered leader, and became Raúl's fiancée.

It was Espín who was widely believed to have urged Raúl Castro to speed the progress of the revolution through a dramatic international gesture. In June 1958, he and his men kidnapped 47 Americans and three Canadians, mostly servicemen on leave from the Guantánamo naval base. Fluent in English, it was Espín who interrogated them. Fidel Castro was said to have been furious at his brother's action, fearing its effect on US public opinion, and ordered the hostages' release three weeks later.

Espín also played a role in another key moment of that year. She helped the New York Times reporter Herbert Matthews reach Fidel Castro in the mountains, then interpreted for the two men in what was to prove an historic interview. There had been reports that Fidel was dead but Matthews' revealed to the United States and the world that he was very much alive and that his guerrillas were a serious force.

On 26 January 1959, 18 days after they had entered Havana in triumph, Vilma Espín and Raúl Castro were married in a Catholic church. Again, she was said to have been the driving force behind her husband's hardline policies, notably the swift executions of hundreds of Batista officers or supporters in the days after the revolution.

In April 1963, after a major reportage in Cuba and a five-hour interview with Fidel Castro, the American television journalist Liza Howard of ABC News said she felt Fidel was seeking rapprochement with Washington but that Che Guevara, Raúl Castro and Vilma Espín were clearly opposed to the idea.

In the late 1960s, Fidel Castro began living with a schoolteacher, Dalia Soto del Valle - an arrangement first under common law, later said to have been quietly legalised - but kept her well under wraps from the public, leaving Espín as the frontwoman for his regime.

During her career as "first lady," Espín was known at first for her well-cut uniforms and later for her designer clothes and expensive perfumes. A 1967 Foreign Office report recently released by the National Archives described her as "a strikingly handsome and even attractive woman, who uses much more make-up and other aids than is the revolutionary custom, and manages to make even her uniforms smart and feminine."

Espín was the author of numerous books, including Women and the Cuban Revolution (1981), Cuban Women Confront the Future (1991) and Inolvidable Frank ("Unforgettable Frank", about Frank País, 2006).

Phil Davison

Just when you thought it was safe to be affected!!!!

Are you crazy for foie gras???? Or are you crazy from it?

You may be singing a different tune--one that you can't even remember the words too--if you keep eating that rank goose liver. Just can't trust the French... nor geese these days.

Monday, June 18, 2007

World's Oldest Man

At 111, World's Oldest Man Attributes Health to No Alcohol.

I guess, provided there is truth to his claim, that I'm fairly well screwed.

Oh well.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Fathers Day

Finally, a final note to all fathers--real fathers, not just sperm donors--and all others who fulfill the role, including the mothers, like my own and many others...

Happy Fathers Day

I have to add a short note here: Every day has been Fathers Day for me since my knuckleheads arrived on this weird little globe. I don't feel like I need a special day to celebrate anything I've done. The gifts that came with these critters far outweighs any effort I've put into being their father. Most of the time its just a question of staying awake and paying attention.

Someone reminded me recently of the Chris Rock bit when he unloads on the self-congratulatory loons patting themselves on the back... IT'S YOUR JOB! Heh... ya know. I have to agree. I'm a bit prone to feeling all too good about myself and taking credit for stuff that was all them and not me.

In any event, life can get weird sometimes and it's not always easy to remember which are the blessings and which are the hardships.

So on Fathers Day I would rather think of it more as their day and not my own. When it comes down to it--I cannot take credit for making them, but they can certainly take credit for making me. In that light the celebration is about who I am because of them... I'll accept that.

And with that I end a long, hot, and at moments joyful, sunburned day in Brooklyn. If I seem too sentimental, I'll blame it on heat exhaustion.

Once



How often do you find the perfect movie? HAW!!! Ain't I clever?

The line on the movie poster is actually: How often do you find the perfect person?

Answer: Once

I don't see an awful lot of movies and have generally low expectations when I do. It could be said that leaves a lot less room for disappointment but that's not the case. My opinions of films are often even lower than my expectations...

HOWEVER

Then there is ONCE which is the goddamn sweetest little musical film I've seen in years. It's not that there is the most involved of plots so there is only so much I can say about it. In regards to plot there is just enough. Call it economical. What there is is sweet without being maudlin--a bit sad--a bit bittersweet--very much uplifting and really just right. Other than that ONCE is almost a vehicle for the music. Glen Hansard of The Frames (and previously of my other favorite music movie, The Commitments) and Marketa Irglova (don't know where she's from but she's so charming and sweet she's deadly) really nailed these tunes. It's almost like the movie was created for the songs--so call it an extended music video if you will. It's a funny little story though and the ending is not what I would have expected, out of step with how many writers would have played it, but just right... and keeping in line with the title of the film

The songs... mostly really heart wrenching ballads, but it never even edges on too much. My super genius, lovely, astute, witty and ever so charming companion, pointed out a comparison (in the beginning of a couple of the songs) to Ben Harper--definitely a good call, though they travel beyond that. I have been, up until now, unmoved by The Frames so perhaps this was a step forward for Glen Hansard, or maybe it was the influence of Marketa Irglova. However you call it they work well together.

So I guess this counts as a rave for me. I really enjoyed it.

STARK Recap

It was my honor yesterday to be a featured reader at the Stark Series which is a weekly event at the Times Square Arts Center at 8th Avenue & 43rd St. I'm a newbie to New York's poetry reading scene, having been introduced to it by poet and friend G Emil Reutter several years ago. I'd read a bit about the rebirth of poetry and spoken word thing and was always intrigued but hadn't the courage to get up and take part. It took some encouragement, but I made the leap and have had no regrets.

STARK!! has been around for a bit and host Viviana Grell has created a truly wonderful place, "from mild to wild," where poets, musicians, comedians, performance artists, and assorted free spirits can gather and share their craft. The 'anything goes' attitude and complete lack of snobbery and judgment makes STARK!! a weekly feel-good session.

It was truly humbling to share the microphone with these folks... such an array of talent, and I wish I could remember everybody but I was to busy applauding, laughing and enjoying myself to scribble. Highlights--Robert Mueller, David Alan Goldschmidt, Valerie Conti, Jane Ashley, Patricia Carragon, Evie Ivy and others from Brownstone Poets, an inspiring singer/songwriter who calls himself Big Mig, and forgive me... There's a comic I've seen there twice and I think his name is Joey Slade (someone please correct me if I'm wrong), who is just friggin' hilarious. And of course there is Viviana who is a gem--her own poetry is always a highlight.

Thanks to everybody! It was a blast.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Talk is cheap

$10 Million for running off at the mouth??? Makes me want to cry when I think about how much I just give away. I suppose that makes him a whore, while I'm just a slut. Think about it though: If Bill Clinton makes that much for public speaking, I should AT LEAST make enough for a nutritious lunch.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Is it just me?

Now... I see this headline: 19th Century Weapon Found In Whale, right? I click it because it looks somewhat intriguing--only to find with no small amount of disappointment that they found the weapon after killing this magnificent creature estimated to be between 115 and 130 years old. That detail completely reversed any "Oh shit, isn't that really cool," factor that finding a 100+ year old harpoon in a whale originally inspired. Am I still supposed to say, hey neato!

19th Century Brain Found In Humans

Just incredible...

So what's the point of the story really? That in the last century we've developed more efficient means of killing giant mammals?

Horrible flash image--chainsaw and blubber.

Ridiculous quote from story: "It probably hurt the whale, or annoyed him, but it hit him in a non-lethal place," he said. "He couldn't have been that bothered if he lived for another 100 years."

Couldn't have been that bothered... HE WAS SHOT IN THE FUCKING HEAD, YOU DORK!!!

No more... I can't take this.

No wait... it gets better: "The whale harkens back to far different era. If 130 years old, it would have been born in 1877, the year Rutherford B. Hayes was sworn in as president, when federal Reconstruction troops withdrew from the South and when Thomas Edison unveiled his newest invention, the phonograph."

Hmmmm... Except for the fact that he spent 100 years with a headache, I'd be willing to bet that 2007 wasn't much different that 1907. He wasn't chilling out reading election results in the Tribune and listening to Shostokovich, was he? The major difference now is... HE'S DEAD, YOU MORONS!

Monday, June 11, 2007

Last Call for Poetry



Oh yeah, I'm ready. I'm feeling lean and mean. Check it out--here's a picture of me beating up a kid. You have to be mean enough to do this kind of shit if you're going to read poetry in post-Giuliani New York City. I'm up for the job though, so if you think you can handle it, come hear me read, you punks!

Stark Reading Series
At the Times Square Arts Center
Payan Theatre Room 509 (That's on the 5th Floor you bozos!)
SATURDAY- June 16th
3:00 pm to 6:00 pm
Featuring MacGregor Rucker and an Open Mic
$5 contribution
HOSTED BY
VIVIANA

Oh yeah, it's gonna be a rough one. I'm going to open up on you mugs! And any of you can read too if you want. Just get their early and sign up for the open mic. Do it! What, are you chicken?

Saturday, June 09, 2007

AIDS a topic between Bush and the pope

I pulled that headline directly from THIS ARTICLE. It's an unfortunate choice of words, at least as viewed by an immature Brooklynite, because it inspires the question, "Did they or did they not use condoms during their little tryst?"

Insert rimshot here...

There is no small amount of irony in this discussion taking place. Few public figures have done so much to blockade realistic AIDS prevention measures and/or cures than the last several U.S. presidents and the last two Popes.

So this year's G8 ended with an agreement on a $60 billion initiative to fight AIDS and assorted diseases on the African continent. It all looks good on paper,I suppose, but I'm sure I'm not the only person in the world that remains agnostic in regards to these things. We don't really need to dot the African landscape with immense billboards extolling the virtues of abstinence and prayer, which is about as much as the U.S. government and the Vatican have dreamed up over the course of the last 25 years. Yes it's true that if people just stop fucking then the likelihood of contracting STD's in seriously diminished, however... ya know? Perhaps if Pope Benedict and President Bush want to appeal to the spiritual nature of people at risk, they should start by reminding them (and themselves) that the god of the Bible is forgiving... certainly moreso than either of these two men, and definitely more than AIDS. I don't want to believe that they'd rather have dead faithful than living, breathing, healthy fornicators who at least have a chance to rejoin the flock... if that is the goal.

But lest I overload on gloom and doom... I want to see this initiative as a move in the right direction. I want to see this little tete a tete between these men as positive. I want it to be worth something and work. Only time will tell though, and until then, given the history of both the players here and the rest of the G8 bozos, I remain a skeptic.

****Note: The headline on this article has changed since this morning--the original is the title of this post. The new headline at this point is: Bush meets pope, promotes U.S. AIDS work. It's certainly a phrasing that favors Bush. It would be nice if they asked the obvious--What exactly has the U.S. done? or What's next? The article still says nothing. Asks nothing. What exactly is the plan? Where is the money going? What's the mission statement?

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

No such thing as bad press

My prediction (and we'll put the stress on the middle syllable there) is that THIS NEWS STORY will send men running to pharmacies around the world for their first dose of BOOST PLUS from Novartis.

Irony

GOP HOPEFULS FAULT BUSH ON IRAQ, STYLE. If I ever had any doubts about the true meaning of the word 'irony' this article would clear it up. It's not that I have any sympathy whatsoever for George Bush, but having watched all these men support every stupid move the man has made in the last 7 odd years, it's truly ironic to watch them scapegoat him now. I've never seen such a crew of backbiting petty opportunists in my life.

Now... lest anyone accuse me of unfair bias, there was no small amount of irony in the Democratic debate either. Nearly every person on that stage voted for the Iraq war and none of them have struggled all that much to end it--to hear statements like "this is HIS war," and "If you want the war to end you'll have to elect a Democratic president," is just patently dishonest.

It's all a bad joke. This is not a game of SECOND LIFE. There are real people dying.

Monday, June 04, 2007

International Day for Innocent Children Victims of Aggression

Big up to Blogistani for this information. In 1983, in response to the huge number of children victims in Palestine and Lebanon, the United Nations General Assembly named June 4th International Day for Innocent Children Victims of Aggression. If anybody can explain to me why this this observance is not on the front page of every paper in the world, please do so immediately.

It was only last week that I had suggested Collateral Damage Day to honor innocent victims of conflicts in the world. This is apparently not a new idea... just an idea that not enough people have been made aware of.

Tell me again who the media works for.

Even the venerable New York Times (more venereal as time goes on) whose daily claim is "All The News That's Fit To Print" has chosen to ignore this observance. Perhaps they don't feel that dead children are news.

Every morning on the train some voice comes on the loudspeaker and says "If you see something, say something." Well, I see something.

I'm not too worried about this one.

Will 2007 Hurricane Besmirch Your Name. There will most likely never be a Hurricane MacGregor. In a funny little twist though, the Chief Hurricane Forecaster at Accuweather, if you scroll down in this story, is cursed with the name Bastardi. Am I immature? Yes, but I find this very funny.

Have I become callous and mean?

Somehow I just can't feel the slightest bit of sympathy for a man who is dumb enough to put his PECKER IN A MOUSETRAP. Have I become hard-hearted or is this guy just an asshole?

Sunday, June 03, 2007

American Hardcore




Get your minds out of the gutter, you pigs!

I'm talking about the hardcore punk documentary. It's a fairly good historical document, chronicling the rise and fall of the hardcore punk movement. This was not a scene I was into at all. I did not run out and see this film, nor did I run out and rent it. If hardcore, however, is or was your scene and you haven't seen it, you should immediately.

I will admit that this did bring back some happy memories. There were hardcore bands that I loved, including Bad Brains, Circle Jerks, Agnostic Front, Fugazi, Black Flag--They're all here, with both interviews and live footage (though all incomplete songs). The film is really good in that aspect. It's mostly a chronology and shies away from any sociological or philosophical statements (THANK GOD), except for pointing out that it was mostly a teen male phenomenon... and pissed off teen males at that. Overall though, unless you're really interested in hardcore in general, you can give it a miss. Then run out and get Bad Brains: Live at CBGB 1982, or possibly Fugazi's Instrument. They're far more satisfying.

Oh, and at the end, several hardcore pioneers echo the proclamation I've been hearing since the late 70s: Punk is dead. Get over it. There are days that I would agree with that... other days I'm not sure. If it IS in fact, alive and well, it's done a good job of eluding me for about 20 years.