Thursday, March 30, 2006

He Hate Me

Ass is Huge

It's been awhile since anyone's posted so I thought I throw some shit at the wall and see if it sticks.
  • The Dem IM is updated with my PS182 paper for Schiller - How Edwards Will Win (and is the only one who can win) in 2008.
  • The FCC recently fined CBS $3.6 million for an episode of "Without A Trace" with a (very tame) teen orgy scene. Among the utterances on other shows that were not fined:
    “hell,” “damn,” “bitch,” “pissed off,” “up yours,” “ass,” “for Christ’s sake,” “kiss my ass,” “fire his ass,” “ass is huge,” and “wiping his ass.”
  • New Hampshire was awesome - more to come on that.
Alright, enough procrastinating, back to thesis-ing.

UPDATE 4/1 - (via Kos) - "A blog dedicated to rating every single taco in Los Angeles. I mean this in all seriousness -- this is blogging at its finest."

Thursday, March 23, 2006

monco

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today i told teach for america what i thought of them: that i don't want to be a member of their organization.

really, i should have done this a while ago because then i wouldn't have had to show up there at 8:30, before the other interviewees were to arrive, simply to apologize for leading them on. while this narrows my pending post-graduation job options from 2 to 1 (one that i won't know about for a few weeks), it's probably good. good in that i don't want to be a teacher over the next two years.

time is less and less on my side (perceptually) with each passing day, and i'm sure i'm not alone in this sentiment.

i am listening to the drive-by truckers. why? because i can.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

monco

i am in new york

indeed.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

ch

Knocking My Own Posts Down

Photos from my dad's unexpected journey to Providence:


Sanders Kleinfeld immediately after being mauled by some "low-intensity" team. Note Michael's lightning bolt sideburns.*



The Grouse (minus Kartik, plus Lisa) at Bugaboo Creek. My dad chose the Creek over Garden Grille because it was "more Canadian." We didn't see any bear-people this time around.



Brandon and myself after losing in a shootout. Brandon would have been the hero if I hadn't fucked up my shot.*

* Consolation: Utterly destroying AEPi in our next match.
ch

"Here's the Thing: We Started Out Friends..."

...It was cool, but it was all pretend:


Nasty rumors: Likes young French boys, drives a Porsche, wrote The Political Unconscious on coke.

From Archaeologies of the Future:
"As for ethics, however, it would not seem particularly necessary, after Nietzsche, to argue its regressiveness; but perhaps Nietzche's point is only reinforced by the perpetual necessity of doing so [2]."

"[2] Terry Eagleton objects to this position (see After Theory); but rather than engaging in debates about "human nature," I would prefer to point to the disastrous results of ethical politics, such as those of the Second International (or even the American New Left in the 1960s)."


Nasty rumor: Owns more houses than the Queen.

From Eagleton's review of Archaeologies of the Future:
"Jameson is notoriously averse to moral thought, and vents his hostility to it at one point in this book. Ethics, in his opinion, is a simplistic opposition of good and evil, one which stands in for historical and political investigation. He thus shares George W. Bush's view of ethics, the only difference between the Marxist and the neo-conservative on this score being that Bush approves of such simple-minded oppositions whereas Jameson does not."
He Hate Me

Don't Get Any Ideas

Police: Man Pulls Gun After Oatmeal Prank

LA CROSSE, Wis. -- A 20-year-old man who awoke after a party to find himself covered in syrup and dry oatmeal is the one facing a criminal charge after authorities say he turned a gun on the man who admitted pulling the prank.Witnesses told police they were just trying to "get even" with Travis Maassen for pranks he had pulled in the past few days, according to a criminal complaint.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

michael

he had dumplings like a truck (truck truck)

HIStory is written by the victors. I come before you as a loser. This is not history. This is a dire warning.

Do not challenge Nathan in an eating contest. "Hella" does not even begin to describe how many dumplings he ate this afternoon. He is a fancy dumpling-eating man. His secret is not chewing. After shaming you he will threaten to fight you. He is to be feared.



On another note, while flipping through my camera I found this picture, which I have never seen before. I might have taken it with a tummy full of Schlitz, but I do not like trees, I do not like bikes, and I especially do not like bikes with baskets. If you know anything about the origins of this picture, please help. Its existence confuses and angers me.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

monco

mystery music on my computer


i have downloaded a lot of music in the past few months and it all goes into a folder enigmatically titled "New Folder." i went in there to retrieve the new destoryer album (no it's not quite as good as everyone says, but still a nice thing) and i noticed a series of songs by "no artist" on "no album." i added them to the itunes and i'm listening to them right now. it turns out its damien jurado so i'm pleased.

but the strange thing is that it has only songs that allmusic.com, google, and DJ's website do not recognize and different versions of his other work.

have i stumbled across a leaked album? an unreleased recording session? i'm no damien jurado scholar, but this discovery pleases me.

his music is better than his picture suggests.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

monco

The Great Living Room Fight 1.0

Thursday, March 02, 2006

He Hate Me

Upcoming Trife

Friday
Stand-Up Comics
Saloman 001, 9p
I won't be performing but this Asian will. Show up.

Saturday
Brown vs. Penn
Pizz, 7p
Last Brown Home Game of the Year.
The Brown Bear. The Penn Quaker (maybe). Trouble.
monco

Coming Soon:
The Great Living Room Fight!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

He Hate Me

Name Your Price

NOTE: This is gonna be one of those serious, boring postings. This might be a good time to consult the aggreblog or The Dem IM.

There are many things in life for which I am not proud. This, of course, is true of just about everyone but more difficult for me because I try to live by the creed that there is nothing to fear but fear itself and nothing to be ashmaed of but the fear of shame.

Perhaps put more simply by Tyler Durden in Fight Club:
"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything... No fear, no distractions, the ability to let that which does not matter truly slide."
At some point this mentality conflicts with another of my primary beliefs: loyalty trumps all. In this case, loyalty not only to others but to identities and communities. That is, not only would I protect my friends at all costs but I would protect what it means to be a man, or Black, or from Cleveland, or a Democrat at all costs.

I find this conflict becomes relevant primarily among my comedy and my politics. I have been able to squash* most of my issues with my comedy by framing it in a post-PC/meta-bigot context that allows me to make fun of structures rather than people. This tactic worked well for Dave Chapelle... for awhile:
The third season hit a big speed bump in November 2004. He was taping a sketch about magic pixies that embody stereotypes about the races.

The black pixie—played by Chappelle—wears blackface and tries to convince blacks to act in stereotypical ways. Chappelle thought the sketch was funny, the kind of thing his friends would laugh at. But at the taping, one spectator, a white man, laughed particularly loud and long. His laughter struck Chappelle as wrong, and he wondered if the new season of his show had gone from sending up stereotypes to merely reinforcing them. "When he laughed, it made me uncomfortable," says Chappelle. "As a matter of fact, that was the last thing I shot before I told myself I gotta take fucking time out after this. Because my head almost exploded." [TIME Magazine]
Recently Chapelle did an interview on Inside the Actors Studio that was hyperreal** and said about his abrupt exit:
Mr. Chappelle said his father, who died in 1998, then relented and encouraged him to act. "But," he remembers his father saying, "name your price in the beginning. If it ever gets to be more expensive than the price you named, get out of there."

"Thus," says Mr. Chappelle with a flourish, "Africa."
That's not to say I'm about to hop a flight to Namibia* but there is always that underlying fear that I will sell out either my loyalty or my balls. It seems the only way to avoid doing so is to "name my price in the beginning."

I'm not so concerned about this on the comedy front but on the political front I've gotta think this through. As I've argued in Schiller's class, the Democrats could reinstate slavery and I'd be hesitant to vote Republican. I suppose I meant that tounge-in-cheek but its actually more true than it should be. I have been and always wanted to be a political hack, not a policy wonk (shut up, I'm not a nerd). As such, I don't really care what we do when we are in control, I just want to get us in control.

It is almost guaranteed that in ten years when President Manchin (yeah, I said it) is ruling over Hackett's Democratic House and Graham's Republican Senate, I'll have a mid-life crisis over what I have done and for what reasons. "What was the point?" I'll think. "Is this really better than it was before?" "What did I want to happen before anyways?" I need to name my price.