This (wonderful x troubling) onset of not jonesing to hollar DUH! is not a sign that I am quieter or less opinionated, but it is a (welcome x disturbing) result of trying to give .06% less of a disproportional fuck about anything and everything I can't personally change.
Every day I'm discovering more things I can't personally change - though discovery is a lie, it's every day acknowledging things I've always known but didn't want to acknowledge. For instance, I've always known I'm not going to give up my job, my house, my car, my laptop, my season tickets in protest of jackshit. I'll yodel, sign facebook petitions, buy local and organic, donate to local foodbanks and cat rescues, and I will never give time or dimes or votes to another motherfucking Democrat ever fucking again, but give up my pension, the escrow in my house, my petroleum-fueled Toyota, my sweet new Dell laptop, my ticket to Section 232 Row X Seat X and devote all said monies and energy into efforts that won't fix a world my generation has made shittier? Sheeyit.
Anyway, anyone who's read this far I trust: aim me at new alternatives for ignoring the macro and improving the micro (within the demonstrated parameters of my awesome selfishness), and while I'll certainly return to hollaring about DUH!, if there's anyone in Blegsylvania who's creatively and entertainingly hollaring about DUH! you think I should be reading and sharing, use comments or dogmail.
Jeebus, I'm fucking obsolete.
- Obama is from Mars, Wall Street from Venus?
- In flight from reality.
- The tokenism of Barack Obama.
- UPDATE! On libertarianism and it's advocates and critics.
- Silencing the lawyers.
- The opacity of hope.
- UPDATE! Ask, Tell, Kill.
- War in ten minutes.
- Crises of consumerism.
- UPDATE! Age of Austerity.
- Wank!
- Liar or Actor? More.
- Anti-tax sentiment in the South. (h/t)
- UPDATE! Megan McArdle school of objectivist success.
- The meaning of David Cameron.
- The meaning of David Cameron.
- The meaning of David Cameron.
- Hey, Local NOVA readers, read THIS.
- CCT.
- Never happen in Kensington!
- Big-C sends along this photo from a Costco:
- A professional team folded in St Louis on Wednesday, leaving just one.
- Bethesda!
- East MOCO!
- I like Mourinho.
- Fuck City.
- Feel free to recommend a novel I should read too.
- Platonov. Want. Next paycheck.
- On Redburn.
- On your opinion about music.
- Wish I'd known about that a month ago. Doubt I would have gone, but I'd have thought about it.
- Away in search of Thin Places (Pliable should be on your daily rotation.)
- Wah-wah.
- Bobby Gentry.
- This corrosion.
- Coward.
- Morning Benders.
- S.
- The Purrs.
- Ceremony (is out of Frednecksburg VA).
- Mynabirds.
- Joy Formidable.
- Yo La Tengo.
- Tallest Man on Earth covers Paul Simon.
- Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp.
ALTERATION
Barbara Guest
In the sky a dilemma. Fountains rush by.
Home from the tournament beasts seek quiet.
Writing covers the desk.
Your colonization of the infinite
is a romantic departure.
I ask you to permit the image
and the alteration of time.
Another one of dozens of my five favorite songs ever: