You always talk, you Americans. You talk and you talk and say "let me tell you something" and "I just wanna say this". Well, you're dead now, so shut up!

Do this: now, so you may ogle Jennifer Lawrence at the speed to which you’re accustomed.

Entitlement Is Good!

I haven’t posted anything on my Tumblr for four years now because not only have I been busy and haven’t felt I’ve had a lot to say, but I’ve also become incredibly disenchanted with the whole social web thing in general – that’s a whole post or series of posts unto itself, or not if I stick to my guns and more or less continue refusing to participate in the culture of narcissism… we’ll see.

This other day however, I got one of those what’s happening on Tumblr emails and read a repost by someone I met online about five years ago when I was in a very dark place (thanks again and connecting it to something I read the day before by another blogger I highly admire finally broke my self imposed silence, apathy, or whatever it is.

Considering the infrequency of my social web activity, I don’t expect anyone to read this, much less care, but if nothing else the catharsis of writing is satisfying, though prepare yourselves! It’s not going to be pretty, or positive or self congratulatory.

Anyhow, read John’s repost: or the original: or the original article that spawned the meta:

Then read Kontra’s incisive, connecting of the obvious dots regarding the latest monopolist merger:

And for good measure this outing of the secret Wall Street fraternity Kappa Beta Phi:

This is what our collective delusion of “free market capitalism” has wrought. Certainly hard work should be rewarded, but given the entitled and corrupt behavior that the wealthy repeatedly display and are encouraged to pursue in our wealth and fame obsessed culture, I actually feel quite justified in resenting them, especially when so many of the ultra-rich openly resent the poor and ever shrinking middle class with such vehemence, paranoia and vitriol.

Sort version. Fuck the rich! They’ve got pretty much everything already, they don’t deserve our respect and adulation just for existing.

Glenn Greenwald: “…this is all about cultural identification and personality admiration and has nothing to do with the factors that ought to be used to judge political leaders.”

Exactly why I could never buy into the Obama cult of personality bandwagon. When you’re dispassionate about the man and simply take note of his administration’s terrible policies (especially in light of his brilliantly marketed, faux populist campaign promises), the brutal truth is self evident.

This made me cackle with glee. I’m all for positive thinking, but not when it eclipses critical thinking and enters the whimsical realm of delusion and magical thinking, and believe me, as a cranky east coaster living in Sonoma county, I’m practically drowning in the ”Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking”.

If you really want to know why the financial system nearly collapsed in the fall of 2008, I can tell you in one simple sentence.

So said a barfly to Calvin Trillin. Read the rest, it’s short and doesn’t disappoint. Op-Ed Contributor - Wall Street Smarts - (via dbreunig)

You really do want to read this.

(via benkraal) (via jhnbrssndn)

A fantastic Op Ed and continuing this train of thought, also read The Real Battle Over America’s Banks and the equally mind blowing The Necessity of Michael Moore, Part 3 with it’s reference to the depressing Citigroup “plutocracy” memo.

Hilarious and cool!

"I have no idea what his award means, but I do know one thing; it doesn’t have a lot to do with peace."



As much as I can relate to the urge to fetishize and quantify my adoration of music, art and pop culture, I don’t do “top five”, Hi Fidelity type lists. What’s the point when there’s so much music and art to love and keep discovering? How can I settle on a “top” anything for too long? Depending upon my mood I may flat out lurv me some Tuvan throat music or “Barracuda” by Heart with equal, it’s all that fuckin’ matters in this moment intensity and of course there’s plenty of music that elicits that response in me over and over, but waaay too much of it to even conceive of making a list. Hell, I have a hard enough time making mix CD’s with my relatively modest 60GB collection of digital music (and vinyl and CD’s) and I long ago gave up any notion of thinking I’ll ever really be satisfied with all the music I own that I already can’t possibly critically listen to. There’s always more, newer, different stuff out there.

As of Monday night however, I now have a list with a single item in it. Best concert ever: Fever Ray at the Regency Ballroom in San Francisco. I’m not sure any of the superlatives or metaphors I could imagine would do justice to the experience, but I’ll try. Ancient, epic, Norse mythos feeling, train of thought, incense, lasers, masked and tall hatted figures shrouded in smoke, distorted guitars, soul shaking bass (the likes of which I’ve never heard or felt) swinging melodies, aching vocals, crazy percussion, ultra modern electronics, all creating a brew of the most intensely organic, personal, moving and simultaneously melancholy and spiritually uplifting music I’ve ever heard. Somehow it makes sense that the inspiration for this album was the primal, visceral experience of birth and postpartum depression.

My friend Chris, said to me right afterwards, “I feel like I was in their world and… it made me want to leave the United States, cause… this is just bullshit, and where they are is where I want to be..” and I knew exactly what he meant.

My attempts to capture the experience via the video camera of my iPhone was ultimately futile as the transcendent sonics were simply too much for the little mic, but I wanted to re-live the experience a bit, so I hit YouTube last night and found some professionally shot live footage (of a different show on the same tour) to share.

So, if you can tolerate the annoying, but mercifully short promo animations at the start and end of each of these videos, you’ll be rewarded with a high quality taste of what it’s like to experience live Fever Ray.

Triangle Walks »

When I Grow Up »

Here Before »

Oh and here’s another one item list. Fever Ray is definitively my favorite album of 2009.

Flash on the iPhone! Not exactly, but as good as it’ll get for Adobe.

A Don Norman Nightmare

A Don Norman Nightmare