Right now on campus, there is a legit native American drum circle going on and along with a totally unrelated protest by some bearded men with signs like “god’s graces exposes sin”… This maybe the weirdest thing I have ever seen.
“Why should this matter? Why not just accept the little fake church as a playful, harmless, adorable architectural oddity, as the lovers of kitsch do? Because it’s a bad building, cheaply cute, out-of-scale, symbolically false, and stuck in the middle of a parking lot, a little noplace that contributes to the greater noplace. Because if the town had not been degraded by other bad buildings and bad design relationships, there would be no need for its mendacious symbolism, which cheapens the town just as little more.”—James Howard Kunstler, The Geography of Nowhere (via bedroomdisasters)
“Nothing about me wants to write. I reject it liked a transplanted organ. It’s a little bit of a dark window into my soul. I don’t mind writing scripts. I don’t mind writing something that I’m going to read because I think subconsciously, I’m confident that if I screw something up or something is inelegant or embarrassing or even wrong, because I’m writing myself, I can ad-lib the correction on-air of or fix it. When you’re writing for the eye, it’s unforgiving and I find it hard for me to commit to a sentence.”—Rachel Maddow on writing (via nprfreshair)
After a fair bit of consideration, I have come to the conclusion that I would most definitely chop off a 1/4” of my left pinky if by some kind of wizard magic this semester would magically end immediately. By this I mean, that the semester would actually still happen exactly as it would normally, but I would be transported into the future to the end of the semester.
I am in no way ready for school to start again tomorrow.
“Now the agony begins; now the horror has seized me with its fangs; How bridge the distance between us? How fan the fire so that it blazes forever? How signal to all time to come that we loved eachother?”—Virginia Woolf,The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
I’m psyched. This is probably the only feature-length documentary that will ever be made about the Little Rock music scene, and I’ve never had a chance to see it before. The synopsis, however, is the worst:
A group of kids in a small, conservative Southern town discover punk rock music. Over the next two decades, they would create their scene from the ground up: one of the youngest, most exciting and innovative hubs for music in the country. Like most small town scenes, Little Rock’s was never discovered. But, the Little Rock scenesters built a community of artists with methods, goals and ideals that were all their own.
I like how this makes it sound like a punk-rock version of Footloose, while Little Rock is a state capitol and bigger than Salt Lake City, but whatever.
I’ve heard it’s good. I’m going to spend the next hour or so being extra proud to be from Little Rock.
It really is great. All Arkansans should watch this movie.
“I’m a puddle of nothingness at home. I bug the dog, I make drinks, I read comic books, I put on country music really loud and make Susan dance around with me in the living room. I split wood for therapy and sleep as late as I possibly can and take unnecessary showers. Oh, and Yahtzee!—there’s a lot of Yahtzee. I go to great lengths to turn the brain off, in other words. If I don’t, I get cranky and dull-witted.”—Rachel Maddow, here (via to-goboldly)
The law that Sen. Jason RAPErt is introducing is even worse than the Virginia one. This law will require women to get a transvaginal ultrasound when seeking an abortion, at least 24 hours before getting the procedure. For Arkansas women seeking abortions who live outside…
“Suggesting that the answer is more military action is just wrong,” said Javie Ssozi, an influential Ugandan blogger.
“Have they thought of the consequences? Making Kony ‘famous’ could make him stronger. Arguing for more US troops could make him scared, and make him abduct more children, or go on the offensive.”
Rosebell Kagumire, a Ugandan journalist specialising in peace and conflict reporting, said: “This paints a picture of Uganda six or seven years ago, that is totally not how it is today. It’s highly irresponsible”.”—Growing Outrage in Uganda Over Film (via jonquille)
“The United States is an historical anomaly: the nonimperial superpower. Colonialism is not in its DNA, and in some ways that speaks well for it, and in other ways, in a hostile and fast-changing world of predators and opportunists, it does not.”—
I can’t say I agree with Mark Steyn’s recent op-ed re: the Afghanistan Qur’an burning crisis, but I can say that I have an immense amount of sympathy for his argument. (Well, it’s not really an argument, but more of a rant.) As an Army Colonel’s son, the grandson of a South Korean refugee, and the grandson of a Cold War spook—I sympathize.
While the plight of Afghani women and children and the country’s desperate poverty moves me (how could it not? what the fuck kind of person would I have to be?), I find it hard to care much for a nation of pederasts, drug smugglers, and religious psychopaths. I wish I could succumb to the simplistic left-wing anti-imperialism that accepts Afghan resistance idealistically and ignores its real perversity, but I can’t. Maybe once I could have, but never again. It’s not that simple or easy. Sometimes the victim isn’t the good guy, or even really the victim.
That said, America rapes a lot of women and children, kills a lot of innocents, smuggles a lot of drugs, and is up to its neck in Christianist lunatics. Maybe, as Liz Lemon has said, “All God’s children are terrible.”
Another great line from this article, though: “We carpet-bomb with dollar bills; we have the most advanced technology known to man; we have everything except strategic purpose.”