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Monthly Archives: October 2008

Here When It All Gets Weird

Read this article by Douglas Rushkoff. It’s a brilliant analysis of our current and past financial situation, and he puts it simply so the reader doesn’t need advanced degrees in economics to understand. The history portion of the article was interesting, and certainly helped me understand how we arrived at the crisis, but his solution […]

Twitter Digest – 2008-10-03

Watch the left side of palin’s mouth… She twitches like a stroke victim. #current # Palin calls wall street a “toxic mess” # Palin. Answer the question. Shut up about energy. Or just shut up. # “let’s get mccain into the white house & out of the senate so he’ll stop voting on these bills.” […]

Father and Son

I was listening to this song yesterday. It’s is a dialogue between (obviously) a father and son. This bit is from the father’s perspective as he tries to offer a wiser perspective to his child: I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy, To be calm when you’ve found […]

Don Hertzfeldt

I first saw Don Hertzfeldt’s work in high school, when a friend passed me a laptop playing Ah, L’Amour. “This is hilarious,” he said, and the four of us clustered around the tiny screen. He was right. Ah, L’Amour is bitter and surreal and appeals to everything a middle class American boy loves—violence and bombastic […]

Twitter Digest – 2008-10-02

when the gov owns your house & retirement, they own you. they’re not benevolent, they do not love you, they want your sweat. #nobailouts # currently reading “Loneliness” by John Cacioppo & William Patrick… not terribly impressed. chemical/genetic determinism isn’t compelling. # “The sharpest critics of the elks used to be ones themselves.” — F.W. […]

Twitter Digest – 2008-10-01

“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.” — African proverb, via John Cacioppo & William Patrick # the korean traditional song “suryong’um” sounds oddly irish. # Eggs expired so i threw them one by one into the woods. The sound of rupturing eggs is strangely satisfying. […]

The Song of Wandering Aengus

Keats knows his business. If the primary goal of poetry is to strike to the heart of things succinctly, Keats nails it. This poem, for instance, tells a complete story in three stanzas of eight lines each. He wastes nothing, but doesn’t sound sparse. He maintains a sumptuous, bittersweet atmosphere without bloating, and without sounding […]