Engendering Our Only Weather

Turning 50 beats the fuck out of me. All the reasons I've been whining about, true, and call the fucking waambulance, humans haven't evolved into better humans since my birth.

Father T, who disagreed with me on almost every political position but held humans in the same disdain as I do as justification for his positions, died, at 89, this past New Year's Eve; I only got those bookmarks on Thursday.

We weren't friends, we never had lunch, we were compelled to argue like magnets, plus-minusing the begrudged respect of those fearful they're dueling their double.

We fulfilled a function. Why Pennsylvania is still called Pennsylvania, why the eternal problems are regenerative.

• The questions.
• UPDATE! You and your bleg versus him.
• Maybe he is the best Black politician in the GOP.
• Not in your wildest wet Obama stained dreams.
• UPDATE! If it was God's plan for Palin to bump Joe Lieberman off John McCain's ticket, bully for God.
• The sublede on the front of the NYT at 8:37am Saturday 1/9/10 to the lastest Blogginhead feature is: Peter Beinart of The Daily Beast and Jonah Goldberg of National Review debate Al Qaeda’s sophistication. Shoot me.
• Nation of Spoiled Children.
• Nation of Soiled Children.
• Slapping George Will.
• The Greatest Expletive Ever?
• Takedown of the takedown of Instafuckwit.
• When reading about the Future of Crackerism, it's important to note that Mitch McConnell feels about Rubio's supporters what Harry Reid feels about you and me.

• That's on my desk (or, at time of photo, on the carpet by my desk). At least I've learned to use library books rather than buy books whose entrails I don't want to eat, just nibble at the tasty bits.
• UPDATE! Nina Power interviewed.
• The Lie of Law.
• This is the way the Chicago School ends. I know diddly academic economics, but I do know some Chicago school economists, and almost to a one, assholes as humans.
• UPDATE! Lying pussies too.
• The English are as stupid when it snows as Mocomofos, yo.
• Rush Limbaugh, The Musical!
• Five reasons pigs are more awesome than you.
• RIP Mary Daly, whom I read in two classes at Hilltop, one Feminist Theology, the other Theory and Culture.

• Purple Line.
• Guy caught who robbed the Baithersgurgle Goodwill?
• Unsuck DC Metro.
• Emilio's gone.

• Was worth the money, then he wasn't. Happens.
• When Earthgirl and me lived in Deale, we'd occasionally eat at this restaurant where people were just stabbed.
• UPDATE! Bromark just sent me this link with new DCU kits.

• Snore. That sure as fuck doesn't deserve its own post.

• Bleggalgazing!
• Blegangst!
• UPDATE! I'm told some might not be clued into the above brilliantly executed parody, which is a riff on this.
• The object in esthetic experience.
• 1930s-1940s in color (h/t).
• Lazy Bastardism.
• Spoon article in NYT. I'm neither a lover or hater, though some - not all, but some - Spoon lovers are compellingly smackable - the lamest (by far the lamest) DJ at KEXP always plays two Spoon songs back-to-back then says something cutesy like "because one Spoon song is never enough. Gag Gag Gag Gag Gag.
• Dave Rawlings Band.
• Dance.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Death Metal Rooster.

 

THREE SONNETS

James Galvin

Where I live      distance is the primal fact

The world is mostly      far away and small

Drifting along through cause and effect      like sleep

As when the distance      unlikeliest of stems

Bears the unlikely      blossom of the wind

Engendering our only weather      dry

Except in winter      pine trees live on snow

So greedy      pulling down these drifts that bury

The fences snap      the trunks of smaller trees

If the forest wants      to go somewhere it spreads

Like a prophecy      its snow before it

Technology      a distant windy cause

There is no philosophy      of death where I live

Only philosophies      of suffering

Another one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever.