Be Alive as if Comprehension Were Not to Blame

That guy heading the goal is United's new signing, Cristian Castillo, a left-footed midfielder, it's a good thing, but I posted the youtube - it's USMNT @ El Salvador WCQ - just because I want to scream like that again. About anything.

• Taking ideological differences seriously.
• Greenwald's riff on and expansion of the above.
• Corporatism.
• The Narcissist's Defense.
• Organizing for the Anti-Capitalist Transition.
• When we do rebel, best to kill the fuckwits first, then the fuckwads.
• Fuckwits come in all flavors.
• The most dangerous man in America?
• White America's Existential Crisis.
• Daily Obamapostasy.
• Exercising triangulation.
• Your Fucking Washington Post's Bracketology of Shittiness.
• What Elin Woods will get in divorce v what you'll get with health care reform.
• Tiger Woods Mistress Generator! (h/t)

• Hilltop!
• Intentionally naked man convicted in Fairfax!
• Fuck snow.

Champion's League Draw:

Inter Milan vs. Chelsea
AC Milan vs. Manchester United
Lyon vs. Real Madrid
Bayern Munich vs. Fiorentina
Stuttgart vs. FC Barcelona
Olympiakos vs. Bordeaux
FC Porto vs. Arsenal
CSKA Moscow vs. Sevilla

Heh, no fishiness with the draw here, what with Mourinho returning to Stamford Bridge and Beckham returning to Old Trafford, I'm certain TV executives were distraught.

• Highsmith bio reviewed by Winterson.
• Ten Awful Truths about Publishing.
• Zappadan Day 15: Notes on Religion.
• Obscure Sound's Top Ten, with MP3. I cannot argue with one or two one bit.
• KEXP DJs Top Ten of the Decade. I must be one of four people on the planet that doesn't get Arcade Fire's Funeral.
• Scott brought tasty MP3s.
• Petroleum By-Product.

• They contribute to No Fun City.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.

LEFT EYE

Brenda Hillman

There's a barrier before between

I think they were trying to write their names on it

The rubbed-looking light      a glare of the all along

Had inserted inself into the nerves' lining

Say you saw it                    Be alive
As if comprehension were not to blame

As if autonomy were not to blame
And to the you between us        there could be read
                (a        heap of dirt had been pushed up, outside)

In the numberless
Rumorless
Night        the flame narrative        the flame report.

Damn, I love this song: