Saturday, November 20, 2010

Song of the Day: "Only an Expert"

Laurie Anderson satirizing the state of politics in America. Sigh.

Experts on one side. People proud of their ignorance on the other. America, fuck yeah!

Song: "Only an Expert"
Artist: Laurie Anderson

Friday, November 19, 2010

Review of the Day: Sarah Palin's Alaska

(h/t Towleroad)
" The Sound of Music without the Nazis, without the romance, and without the music."--Alessandra Stanley as reported by Liz Trotta
Oh snap.

Also, cameras are on kids. (Let's watch!)

Ahhh, that was fun. Wonder how her enemies feel...

Song of the Day: "Shame"

Robbie Williams and Gary Barlow combine their post-boy band rugged good looks (cough) and their truly sweet voices (seriously, I'm loving this song because it reminds me of the shit I used to love about The Beautiful South, way back when, when I cared). I'm not sure if Barlow was in Take That when Williams was, or if he replaced Williams. Doesn't really matter.

The song's video is inspired by Brokeback Mountain, but more than that, the guitar that opens the song totally sounds like Gustavo Santaolalla's Oscar winning score to the movie.

Wonder how long it takes for Kenny Chesney to invite Tim McGraw to do him. I mean do a cover version of this with him. (No I don't.)

Song: "Shame"
Artist: Robbie Williams/Gary Barlow

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Frivilous or pathetic?

I can't decide.

A married couple in their--actually I can't tell. It's not clear the ages of the couple based on the biographic data they provide; I'm guessing around 30 based on the age at which they married (21) and the year they bought their first home (2002).

Anyway, this couple allegedly is putting to an internet vote whether or not they decide to terminate their pregnancy (here). They report 2 miscarriages in 2010 and with their third "planned" pregnancy they have decided, what the hell, I'll let anyone vote on whether or not we keep the child.

I'm not voting. This is stupid. Regardless of whether or not this is a hoax, this couple shouldn't have children. If they gave me an option of "don't abort, but give it up for adoption" I totally would.


This squirrel is armed

Don't fuck with this squirrel, he's armed.
Seen at an antiques store in Bodega Bay, California.

I'm pretty sure Gracie could take him/her, even with the axe (and I mean that in the context of the squirrel still being alive--I'm certain Gracie could take a dead, taxidermied squirrel, axe or no).

Great moments in stupid thinking

I thought about picking up a 6-pack of Diet Pepsi in 24 ounce bottles (my preferred form factor) on my way out to Bodega Bay--I was well aware that the shopping options would be limited in a tourist town. Yet I didn't.

So we stopped at a market (insanely crowded, very narrow aisles, I panicked). A 2-liter bottle was $3.99. Yikes. I figured we'd be near a regular grocery store eventually, so I bought a 20 ounce bottle and we took off. (Click on map to embiggen.)

My ill-conceived journey for Diet Pepsi
A is the rental where Sonya was staying (ergo, where I was couching). B is the Union Hotel in Occidental, where we had dinner. That segment between A and B where the road seems to head straight north more or less, was on a small, winding road. In the darkness of the woods I think we saw 4 or 5 deer (but no sasquatch, dammit).

I misunderstood the recommendation from the woman with the 2 barky dogs in the unit next to Sonya's--I thought the Union Hotel had Southern-style cooking, but it was family style Italian... it turned out to be a great meal, but it was initially met with trepidation.

Actually, I think we stumbled into a fantastic meal (or good wine and a LOT of food made everything better). I'm pretty sure Sonya's roast chicken was coated with olive oil, herbs, spices, and heroin (based on the addictive taste). My chicken something something on a pasta of sorts was gone within 20 minutes, so clearly I didn't enjoy a bit of it.
Chicken something something at the Union Hotel, via an iPhone with no flash
On the way out I caught sight of this menagerie of gingerbread men.
A collection of gingerbread men, via an iPhone with no flash
From there, off to Lucky's to secure my Diet Pepsi. Somehow I'd decided that Sonya would also want to stock up on provisions, what with the markets having so little, etc. That wasn't the case.

The trek from Occidental to Lucky's was 7 miles and dark and confusing and we made a bad turn (fortunately firemen helped us out). We found Lucky's. And I found out that I wasn't actually reading Sonya's mind at all. She didn't need anything (okay, dishwashing soap to clean up some canine poop issues, and then milk for my coffee which, as I'm typing this, I realize I never had).

And, AND, while I got a 6-pack, I only actually drank 2 of them. I left 2 with her (and took 2 back to SFO with me).


" Mary will make them for dinner Thursday"

Dina Martina's Christmas Show at Re-Bar in Seattle, beginning November 26th (of this year!!!).

The simple solution to the Social Security funding problem


Seriously. Immigrants can backfill the population drop-off that followed the baby boom.


Get them onto the system now.


Just like Ellis Island did.

You're welcome.

Hahahahahaha, adult conversation

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Niggers please.

"Everybody live for the music-go-round"

A friend is a high school teacher and complains about the current crop of teens--they represent a new level of hubris.

They've moved beyond entitled, to complacent in the idea that the rules won't apply to them. That they're never going to pay a penalty for their own inaction. I wonder where they get that from.

Happy birthday Kim Wilde.

Rock on rocker chick!

(h/t Towleroad)
National Book Award winner Patti Smith
Living rock icon Patti Smith won the National Book Award for nonfiction for Just Kids, a memoir of her friendship with the controversial Robert Mapplethorpe.

After loving books by Ben Watt, Rosanne Cash and Henry Rollins, I'm wondering if songwriters as writers is really a good fit. I think it's the economy of prose.

Rock on girl!

Song of the Day: "Rolling in the Deep"

Adele attempts to avoid the curse of the Best New Artist Grammy. Since I never figured out what "chasing pavement" meant, I won't bother figuring out if "rolling in the deep" actually means something on its own or requires the lyrical context. Fuck it, give me hand claps or a tambourine, I'll be fine.

Song: "Rolling in the Deep"
Artist: Adele

Yeah, no shit.

"Americans want to have their cake and eat it too,"--Chuck Todd on MSNBC
Ya think?

This was about the deficit commission that recently released very specific options toward reducing the OMFGsomeonethinkofthechildren deficit (thank you George W. Bush war criminal, this deficit is all you!). Apparently everyone wants to complain about the deficit but no one wants to support any of the proposals to actually help eliminate said deficit.

Not letting the temporary Bush tax cuts expire. Not even the tax cuts for the top 1% of Americans (not them, they're the BEST Americans--many of them worked really hard to be born into family wealth). Not cutting programs. Not raising the retirement age. Not eliminating the mortgage interest tax deduction (oh yeah, if you don't know it, the whole American income tax system is totally gamed to help the wealthy avoid paying taxes, which is why the whole "Joe the Plumber" exchange from 2008 was just retarded--Joe wasn't about to buy his boss's company, he'd clearly never filed anything but a 1040-EZ in his life [if that]).

Hell no. We Americans not only want our cake and to eat it too, we want a selection of cakes, and it should be an all-you-can-eat buffet situation. And please bring me a Diet Coke to drink, I'm watching my weight.

America, fuck yeah!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Let me get this straight

When I complain about torture and illegal wiretaps, which are done with the justification of keeping America safe (which, by the way, it doesn't, the torture at least), people roll their eyes.

But when you have to get groped or seen naked at the airport, suddenly you care about privacy?

Suck it up, you pussies.


Come see me when you're stripped naked on a cold concrete floor and someone's flashing a thumbs up for another TSA agent's camera phone, like the folks at Abu Ghraib.



(Oh, also, this is retarded. So is removing our shoes.)

"Is this an episode of The Twilight Zone?"

(h/t Bill in Exile and Matt Taibbi)

This has been making the round on the series of tubes. Watch and learn about the Fed and its plan to introduce some quantitative easing.


Magic and glamor and love!

"I'm only here for this moment"

It's also Jeff Buckley's birthday today. His untimely death at age 31 will hopefully serve as a cautionary tale about the dangers of swimming, fully clothed, at night.

I never got Grace the way everyone else seemed to, but "Everybody Here Wants You," from what would become Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk, is a seductive 4-and-a-half minutes of palpable longing.

Rest in peace dude.

Happy Birthday Danny DeVito

It's Always Funny in Philadelphia is fucking hysterical. Seriously, why don't you watch it?

He directed and co-stars in the wickedly funny The War of the Roses.

And his Jersey Films produced the woefully under-appreciated Reno 911!

A man of letters? Yes. A knighthood*? Possibly.

Happy birthday dude! Rock on!

* As empowered by God, I have been ordained to knight American "royalty." It's a burden at times, but one I accept as the will of God.

"If I were you I'd take precaution"

It's Ronnie DeVoe's birthday, and there is no denying the fucking brilliance of Bell Biv DeVoe's "Poison." Just try (see, you can't deny it).

Tina Fey on the rise of conservative women in politics

Jump to 12:00 to start (this is Fey winning the Mark Twain Prize for, I don't know, women's humor).

Watch the full episode. See more Mark Twain Prize.

Song of the Day: "Bartolomeo And The Buzzing Of Bees"

I'm going back to Ted Leo and the Pharmacists again for song of the day today--The Brutalist Bricks really is a great album even if it's not considered one of their best.

Song: "Bartolomeo And The Buzzing Of Bees"
Artist: Ted Leo and the Pharmacists

And remember, she's the one with the money

Sen. John McCain (R-AZ) is just a fucking petulant child. Tell him it's day and he will stomp his feet and say "is not, it's night!" Even if, like 15 seconds earlier, he himself said it's day (and in this circumstance, it's actually day, otherwise it's a weird analogy). McCain has become the flip-floppingest motherfucker in North America these last 2 years, and his opposition to repeal of don't ask/don't tell (the "don't be too jew-y" policy as applied to gays [why would anyone find that offensive?]) is the latest in the fun (SEE ALSO: immigration, temporary tax cuts, bipartisanship, eating his peas ["I don't wanna!!!!!"]).

I'm surprised McCain hasn't played the "it's in the wrong font" card, but then, I guess there's still plenty of time.

The Daily Show takes it from here:

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Runner up quote of the day

(h/t Towleroad)
Willow Palin, part of the literary Palin clan
I wonder if Sarah even notices anything wrong with her grammar.

Quote of the day

"So in the name of fighting terrorism we're willing to start wars, waterboard people, and kill civilians with unmanned drones. But the one line we won't cross is our waistline."--Lewis Black on the outrage over TSA's new full body scan/groping on The Daily Show

[UPDATE: Adding the clip below.]

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Profiles in courage: Rep. Andy Harris

(h/t Alex Pareene at Salon)

Rep. Harris (R-MD) was just elected to Congress and this week he's in DC getting all his affairs in order so he can take down Obama for reals come January. He campaigned on a promise to overturn Obama's meager healthcare reforms. So watch yourself newborn infants, with your pre-existing conditions. We're on to you.

Dr. Harris (he's an anesthesiologist AND a hypocrite) was upset that HIS socialized medicine isn't kicking in today. Dammit, where is it?!
"'This is the only employer I’ve ever worked for where you don’t get coverage the first day you are employed,' his spokeswoman Anna Nix told POLITICO."

Wait, did I say "courage"? I meant "hypocrisy"... hate it when I confuse those.

"Every moment you smile, rain lets up for awhile"

It's Allison Anders's birthday today. Gas, Food, Lodging and Things Behind the Sun are probably her best movies, but I have a special fondness for Grace of My Heart, a movie ever so loosely based on Carole King (more on the idea of Carole King, not King specifically), and talented songwriter who eventually finds her own voice as a performer. There are a lot of things I like about the movie, although it doesn't all come off seamlessly. The soundtrack is a pastiche of mid- to late-60s sounding songs (most of them new), including new tracks by Elvis Costello and Dave Stewart and Burt Bacharach and Carole Bayer Sager.

My favorite is the Brian Wilson-inspired "Take a Run at the Sun" written and performed by J. Mascis of Dinosaur Jr. Sadly this shitty video is the only version I can find.

Dinosaur Jr - Take A Run At The Sun
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Anders also directed 2 episodes of the brilliantly funny Grosse Pointe (not Grosse Pointe Blank).

And happy birthday Allison.

Song of the Day: "Riley"

I never heard Sleater-Kinney back in the day, but they always seemed pretty much on the verge of becoming one of the biggest rock bands in America (Pearl Jam, R.E.M., and the Chili Peppers were all at low points). Perhaps that's just amplified buzz.

Corin Tucker of Sleater-Kinney (I started to type "Rilo Kiley"... weird) is back with The Corin Tucker Band. I can't really tell you how similar or different this is from S-K. She's working with someone from Unwound and someone from Golden Bears, or it's possible that someone's just making shit up on Wikipedia (never heard of either of those, but I know S-K was real).

Here's something totally awesome--she has a son named Marshall. Middle name Tucker. Marshall Tucker Bangs. Rock on!

Song: "Riley"
Artist: The Corin Tucker Band

Monday, November 15, 2010

More Stornoway

I'm submitting this to I Love Charts cause I'd love more people to hear this band.
A musical Venn Diagram
This assumes two things: first, a fairly substantial fan base for Mumford & Sons (since I hear them all the time, I think this is fair--I'm not talking Lady Gaga or Jay-Z sales, just an eager fan base); second, a relatively low level of awareness of Stornoway (the band, not the city).

The hills were silent

The hills of Bodega Bay, 11/14/2010

It was late in the afternoon on Sunday, and Sonya and I took Archie and Gryffie out to an empty spot in the hills so they could run around off leash and get their ya-ya's out. Aside from annoying possible Lesbians in a Prius who just HAD to stop right by us (seriously, miles of empty in every direction but one glimpse of me and they had to check me out... I guess I do have a certain "sexy Lesbian" look to me).

After they left, an intense silence swept through. You could kinda hear the wind, but that was about it. It was a stillness I hadn't encountered in a long time.

Which is when I started singing "Blue Bayou" at the top of my lungs.

And that's why the hills were alive with the sound of music.

In case you were wondering.

Song of the Day: "Jamie, My Intentions Are Bass"

This is a funky song, which hopefully will shake my foul FUCKING mood today. Shit.

Song: "Jamie, My Intentions Are Bass"
Artist: !!!

(!!! is pronounced "chk chk chk" if you don't know)

Sunday, November 14, 2010

And 2 quick video clips

First up, the view as I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge using my little Vado camcorder on the dashboard of my rental.

And Gryffie, over it, on the couch.

A couple quick photos from Bodega Bay

Sonya with Archie and Gryffie, Bodega Bay 11/14/10
I spent the weekend with Sonya and her boys Gryffie and Archie, and her friends Chris and Chad came up from San Fransisco. Various notes and pics to come, here are just a few before I go find some dinner. (Click images to embiggen.)

Church from that movie with all the birds.
A dead seal or seal lion.
Chris & Chad, or possibly Chad & Chris

Song of the Day: "Watching Birds"

I made some CDs for Sonya to listen to on her trek home from Cali to Denver, and Stornoway was one. She really enjoyed the few tracks I played her in my sexy red Camry (her CD player isn't actually working... d'oh).

Loving most of this CD, and looking forward to checking them out live next month at Doug Fir.

Song: "Watching Birds"
Artist: Stornoway