28 November 2007

i could think of things i never thunk before.

stebbins and i are knocking out some working mom-targeted banner ads today. hey, you're busy, you're a mom; you should go to college, mom. that kind of thing. he sent the attached image with the notion of a thought bubble, saying this

my copy is made up on the fly-not really good, but you get the message...




















and my response was … what. what needs to be changed here, it’s perfect.

with the money i'd be makin'
my hips would be gyratin'
if i only had a degree

i would not be just a nuffin'
my head all full of stuffin'
my womb whistlin' with the breeze
i would dance and be merry
life would be a ding-a-derry
if i only had a degree



16 November 2007

sportsmanship ... books.















i heard a funny news piece this morning, involving raising awareness in darfur about all that americans are doing on their behalf -- "they don't know the significance of the fact that matt damon is worried about them. we've got to educate them." some time after, i discovered myself with a song in my head, and my heart -- and my brain:

Terrorists, your game is through
'Cos now you have to answer to

America! FUCK YEAH!

So lick my butt and suck on my balls
What you going to do when we come for you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow

FUCK YEAH!















McDonalds, FUCK YEAH!
Wal-Mart, FUCK YEAH!
The Gap, FUCK YEAH!
Baseball, FUCK YEAH!
NFL, FUCK, YEAH!
Rock and roll, FUCK YEAH!
The Internet, FUCK YEAH!
Slavery, FUCK YEAH!

FUCK YEAH!

Starbucks, FUCK YEAH!
Disney world, FUCK YEAH!
Porno, FUCK YEAH!
Valium, FUCK YEAH!
Reeboks, FUCK YEAH!
Fake Tits, FUCK YEAH!
Sushi, FUCK YEAH!
Taco Bell, FUCK YEAH!
Rodeos, FUCK YEAH!
Bed bath and beyond (fuck, yeah, fuck ... yeah)

Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Popeye, FUCK YEAH!
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Republicans (fuck, yeah, fuck, yeah)
Sportsmanship ... Books.

15 November 2007

who is this king of glory - how shall we call him.



my grad school mentor, the venerable robert clark, showed this to me more than a year ago, claiming that, some days, he needed 12 or 15 viewings just to keep everything going, together.

i cannot disagree, and i cannot hide it under a bushel, no! i'm gonna let it shine.

07 November 2007

be embraced, you millions.

no piece of art settles my soul, raises my eyes in quite the manner of the 4th movement of beethoven's 9th, the ode to joy. although the progression of it was burned on my brain at around the age of 9 or 10, as i lay on the shag with my head next to the stereo, not until recently did i learn the words; in the first vocal stanza, the powerful baritone calls out, freude!! freude -- and, i don't know, but i always associated it with a powerful man taking action. it's german, and all german sounds upset. so that was my picture--this big, hair-faced german dude, setting aside his dignity and throwing his glove to the ground: FREUDE! then the chorus is beckoned, right on his heels, and it's downright transcendent. but i always thought, you know, it's german, it's demanding and righteous. turns out that it is those things, but with a 1st corinthians 13 kind of aim that i just wouldn't have guessed. the italicized first words are beethoven's--the rest belong to the poet schiller.































Oh friends, not these tunes!
Rather let us sing more
cheerful and more joyful ones.
Joy! Joy!
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
Touched with fire, to the portal,
Of thy radiant shrine, we come.
Your sweet magic frees all others,
Held in Custom's rigid rings.
All men on earth become brothers,
In the haven of your wings.
Whoever succeeds in the great attempt
To be a friend of a friend,
Whoever has won a lovely woman,
Let him add his jubilation!
Yes, whoever calls even one soul
His own on the earth's globe!
And who never has, let him steal,
Weeping, away from this group.
All creatures drink joy
At the breasts of nature;
All the good, all the evil
Follow her roses' trail.
Kisses gave she us, and wine,
A friend, proven unto death;
Pleasure was to the worm granted,
And the cherub stands before God.
Glad, as his suns fly
Through the Heavens' glorious plan,
Run, brothers, your race,
Joyful, as a hero to victory.
Be embraced, you millions!
This kiss for the whole world!
Brothers, beyond the star-canopy
Must a loving Father dwell.
Do you bow down, you millions?
Do you sense the Creator, world?
Seek Him beyond the star-canopy!
Beyond the stars must He dwell.
Finale repeats the words:
Be embraced, ye millions!
This kiss for the whole world!
Brothers, beyond the star-canopy
Must a loving Father dwell.
Be embraced,
This kiss for the whole world!
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods


npr did a series on beethoven with the philadelphia orchestra--there's interviews with the conductor,
Christoph Eschenbach, for each of the 9 symphonies; truthfully i didn't realize how good philly was until i listened to a few other recordings.

"dick, have you seen this?!?!?!?!?! [sic]"

theonion took down an article that'd been in its archives until just very recently. and, since i have the text, here it is. it's a fun article, so the part where i bitch is after.



Bush to Cheney: Can We Invade Iraq Yet?

WASHINGTON, DC—Vice-President Dick Cheney issued a stern admonishment to President Bush Tuesday, telling the overeager chief executive that he didn't want to hear "so much as the word 'Iraq'" for the rest of the day.

"I told him, 'Listen, George, I promise we're going to invade Iraq, but you have to be patient,'" Cheney said. "'We need a halfway plausible casus belli. You know that, George. Now, stop bugging me about it.'"

According to Cheney, for the past three weeks, Bush has been constantly asking if it's time to move troops into the Gulf region.

"George is calling me, he's following me around in the halls, he's leaving notes on my desk reminding me to let him know if I hear 'any news,'" Cheney said. "He just will not sit still. I actually have a permanent red mark on my shoulder on the spot where he comes up and taps me."

"'Hey, Dick, is it time yet?'" said Cheney, adopting a Texas drawl in imitation of the president. "'Hey, Dick, can we invade yet?'"

In spite of repeated assurances that he will be apprised the moment the time to invade arrives, Bush continues to badger Cheney.

"He knows I don't want to talk about it, but he still somehow manages to find a way to sneak it into conversations," Cheney said. "He'll drop by my office on some pretense—the Kyoto treaty or whatever—and then right before he's about to leave, he'll say, 'Oh, by the way, do you think it's time to get those troops into the Middle East yet?' As if that wasn't his whole reason for the visit."

Bush has also taken to hanging around certain West Wing hallways, hoping to "accidentally" bump into Cheney as he exits meetings.

"Last Thursday, I nearly ran him over as I was coming out of a debriefing with the Joint Chiefs of Staff," Cheney said. "So he says, 'I was thinking of maybe talking to [CIA director] George Tenet, because the CIA helped spark that Kurdish uprising in '96, so maybe we could do something like that again with Iraq.' I said, 'George, I'm doing everything I possibly can to set things up for an Iraq invasion. Try to think about something else—health-care reform, the economy, anything—before I strangle you.'"

Though he understands and appreciates the president's eagerness, Cheney said his patience finally wore out when Bush called him at home over the weekend.

"I'm sitting down to dinner, and I get a phone call asking if 'Congress knows they've got weapons of mass destruction,'" Cheney said. "I told him yes, and to settle down. Later that night—it must have been midnight—the secured line rings. I leap out of bed, thinking something awful has happened. It's George, saying that he can't sleep thinking about how right at this very minute, Saddam is manufacturing more weapons of mass destruction, and we're sitting here doing nothing."

On Monday, Cheney sat Bush down and explained at length the political ramifications of proceeding with a first strike without creating the appearance of approval from Congress and the American people.

"I said we can do it, but we don't want to at this moment," Cheney said. "'If we just wait a little longer, Saddam is bound to commit some act of aggression or we'll find some juicy al Qaeda ties or something, and then we can make it look like the whole country's behind it. George has got to learn to hold his horses."

Cheney also explained to Bush that his constant pestering is keeping him from attending to the very work that will make the invasion a reality.

"Donald [Rumsfeld] and I are working on the U.N. weapons-inspections thing, and we're this close to finding a way to make that a compelling reason, but we just need a little more time," Cheney said. "I told George to go back to the Oval Office and stay there. I also made him put his hand on his heart and promise me he wouldn't talk to me about it anymore."

Within an hour of sending Bush to his office, Cheney received six e-mails from Bush, all of them forwarded news articles that the president had found online. Among them was an Associated Press story titled, "Lawyers Say Bush Does Not Need Congress To Attack Iraq," accompanied by a message from Bush reading, "dick, have you seen this?!?!?!?!?! [sic]"

"Of course I've seen it," Cheney said. "Who does he think planted the story?"

The vice-president is not the only key White House figure Bush has harassed.

"George is driving me absolutely batty," Rumsfeld said. "I got back from lunch, and there were four voicemail messages from him, then another two on my cell phone. Each one says he has to talk to me about a 'highly confidential subject,' as if I don't know what it is. Condoleezza [Rice] said she's been getting the same thing. He just doesn't seem to understand that we all want war as badly as he does."



why it's important, i think, is as a marker: these days, with the election a scant entire fucking year away, i personally have found it impossible to escape forming opinions about the candidates. and i think about our woman candidate, and how cool it'd be if she got elected. i think that; i don't feel that. (same goes for edwards, btw.) so i go back, and i re-read this article, and i smile a smile that maybe looks ironical but really is regretful, if a little wry. 'cos folks: the onion published this shit almost 4 weeks before congress voted on authorization of force in iraq. one month before the hand-wringing ended in a vote, any person who paid a bit of attention could see the pretense of concern in iraq was a sham. even back then, the way bush spoke about it echoed a persistent, precocious child. that's what this article says; it reminds me that, when the issue was published, i read it, sitting at my father's computer in his den, and i laughed and i laughed. ha ha! i said, laughingly. this is so fucking funny because it is so fucking true; so true, and so fucking obvious. as the fabulous ruth haney says: kucinich to the finich.

05 November 2007

the golden compass.

for the christian haters who love to hate, the word on this movie is that it will be everything bad and awful. it will be

harry potter's witchcraft + the teletubbie's secret gay agenda + the godless flab of tom "davinci" hanks, which together will = our children learning to hate god.

for me, the trilogy is so profoundly imaginative; thoughtful, with levels of allegory and teleology not found anywhere this side of middle earth. the characters look to have been...near perfectly casted. color me boyish with excitement.



this trailer isn't as cool as the one on the movie site, just fyi.

02 November 2007

YOU'RE WEARING PLAID! WHAT KINDA PARTY IS THIS!

i wrote a bunch of 2-liners for my company's new banner campaign on myspace. i love that this one is getting used; dalton sees it as evidence that i've cracked the code -

also receiving consideration was

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