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Showing posts with label misc.. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Yaargh


I planned to write a series of posts on the Kinks, but job hunting, teaching, and finishing my dissertation have sapped my will to allocate enough time to blog. If anyone is reading, I will get back to this blog when I have more time. 

By the way, if Mitt Romney wins this election, it will seriously challenge the "beer" theory. Is there anyone alive who would be willing to have a beer with Mitt Romney if I paid you 100 dollars? I may have mentioned this before though.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

From Somewhere Else

I haven't been able to figure out what any of this means yet, but it's from a source I trust to usually be interesting and enlightening, and it's short enough to plunk it right on here for further consideration:


Five thresholds of the remote:
i. If it is to preserve its categorical integrity, the Law must suspend itself at whichever place there has been a transgression against it – or else decant itself into the lowly posture of taking offence.
ii. If Law must recoil from every possibility of transgression against it (as an ideal evades contamination by experience) it must constitute itself generally as a preparedness for flight. If it is to preserve itself as Law, it must retreat from, in anticipation of, every likely or unlikely occurrence of violation.
iii. Similarly, Crime, if it is to establish its own reasons within its own world, must not infringe upon the Law, and thereby provide opportunity for other, external reasons to be ascribed to it. 
iv. The secret of successful transgression is forbearance – that is, if the would-be transgressor does not wish to draw the Law into a place where it otherwise would have no business.
v. Community must shrink from the touch of its members – that is, if it is not to be reduced to the level of naming an agreement, or common cause. 

The Beer Test Again

From the New York Review of Books blog:


Part of it is a recognition that Romney has a specific problem, that like Al Gore or John Kerry before him, the former Massachusetts governor comes over as stiff and wooden and fails the beer test: he’s not somebody most voters would choose to have a drink with.
In an earlier post, an EARLIER POST I say (but it's not really a link because I don't know how), I suggested this was an iron-clad indicator of who would win an election. So Romney is doomed, or we'll have to rewrite the book on politics.

Friday, August 24, 2012

I Hate

anti-lock brakes. The way I learned to drive is, you pump the brakes when in slippery conditions rather than lock them. Anti-lock brakes render you helpless, taking your fate out of your hands, and they result in the brakes turning off when you hit big bumps or really want to lock them, which is dangerous. Why does anyone think they are a good idea??

Monday, August 13, 2012

Wonderment

A proper sense of wonder seems to me to be an achieved thing--childhood is more a time of ignorance than wonder. We think of a child as open to the miraculous, but it is more the case that children take the miraculous as a matter of course, because they don't know any better. I liked a lot of things as a child and as a teenager, but they didn't amaze me the way they do now, at least not to the same extent. The enormity of a Jerry Garcia solo, a great poem or novel, even something as cliched (as an example in this context, not in itself) as a sunset or the moon is much more astounding or amazing to me as I get older. In the case of cultural artifacts, I suppose part of it is that the older one gets, the more the experience of a life of failure weighs against examples of resounding success, the more things one has tried and the longer one has worked at things so the difficulty of things becomes more intelligible to one, and the portion of one's life that one can defer to some time of future achievement becomes smaller in comparison to the actual record of a completed life of frustration and incompetence. But that is not all, or people who have been wildly successful most of their lives would not have an increased capacity for wonder as they get older, and I think they do. I think whatever reason this is probably bridges the gap from wonderment at Jerry to wonderment at sunsets and moons, but I don't know what the reason actually is. Maybe it's that as we learn and comprehend and taxonomize the world, some portions of it stand out more to the extent that it has become more articulated for us. Maybe, I'm not sure, but I think that's part of it, anyway.




A New Post--A Question is Answered (But Perhaps Not Asked)

The imaginary readers that I imagine closely following my blog and hanging on my every word (narcissistic medium that in many ways is) I now imagine asking themselves the question, "But what is he listening to lately?"

There was quite a bit of stuff about the Ramones on here for the past year, as I listened to almost nothing else from October to June. That, for some reason, is the way I listen to music; I don't wake up and look at my cds and think "What am I in the mood for today?" as so many people claim they do. That is an impossible question to answer, and when I get to that point I usually just listen to talk radio. Instead, I usually get sucked into one band (or sometimes genre) for an extended period of time. I listened to nothing, voluntarily, besides bluegrass from around 1998 to about 2004 or 2005. At the time, I thought that was about all I'd ever listen to, at least in the deepest throes of it around 2001 or so.

If I was blogging between 2009 and 2011, there would have been a lot of posts about the Grateful Dead. There is a vast supply of live shows available by them, each one different, so one could go a lot longer than two years devoting one's days to Jerry & co., and indeed a lot of people do.

But there is one band that I have long admired and to a certain extent loved, and that has become one of my top few favorite bands this summer, i.e. the Kinks. I liked them as a lad but never got really deep into their catalogue until fairly recently (and there is still work to do in that regard). I realized with surprise a couple of days ago that The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society is probably the cd I've listened to the most times over the past five years or so. And after the recent Ramones period I listened to Cheap Trick for a couple of weeks, and since then it's been all Kinks.

So the curiosity of my imaginary readers has been satisfied.

I haven't had much to say about the Kinks though and that, coupled with completing my dissertation, is why I haven't posted here lately. But there are posts now to come; take heart, imaginary reader!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Seventies: Am I Deluded?

Warning: this is an extremely idiosyncratic and self-indulgent post; feel free to tell me I'm delusional or incoherent.

Lately I have been thinking that I grew up during a time of cultural richness that was perhaps unique for generations of American children. Most people my age, I think, are aware of most of the things I'm talking about below, but there's not much comparable that I've seen among younger folk, and to a lesser extent maybe not as much among older folk (the edge over the latter being that in my time high culture and politics were mixed in with popular culture for kids as a matter of course). But this seems absurd, and has never occurred to me before, so maybe I'm just getting old and nostalgic.


Saturday, April 14, 2012

Robert Caro

I'm not sure when I first came to the conclusion that I had to read the books of Robert Caro's biography of Lyndon Johnson, but there were already three of them when I started (now there are four and soon, one hopes, there will be five). I had read an excerpt or two in the 90s and then there was a bunch of hoopla when 2002's installment, Master of the Senate, was released, and I read an excerpt of that one too. It was all compelling and very readable stuff and Johnson came off as a fascinatingly entertaining character, an impression I already had from reading Arthur Schlesinger's (fawning, even hagiographic) biography of Robert Kennedy. I read about the books one too many times, someone mentioned how much they liked them, and next thing you know I checked them out of the library and started reading them.

Although the three volumes I've read so far comprise, by my quick estimate, 2500 pages, it didn't take very long to read them. The books were far better than I could have ever imagined, even taking into consideration the fact that I must have been pretty sold on the idea of them already to undertake such a reading project. Caro's prose is a bit much at times if you stop and think about it, but he keeps you glued to the page. The New York Times magazine did a piece on him this week and the author does a good job of describing what's a little bit excessive about Caro's writing:
Caro has a bold, grand style — sometimes grandiose, his critics would say. It owes something to old-fashioned historians like Gibbon and Macaulay, even to Homer and Milton, and something to hard-hitting newspaperese. He loves epic catalogs (at the beginning of “The Power Broker” there is a long list of expressways that would not be out of place in the “Iliad” if only the Greeks and Trojans knew how to drive) and long, rolling periodic sentences, sometimes followed by emphatic, one-sentence paragraphs. He is not averse to repeating a theme or an image for dramatic effect.
But I'm not complaining. The one-sentence paragraphs are hilarious, but the books are (all) masterpieces.

I have been recommending these books ever since, whole-heartedly, but I have only ever succeeded in convincing one other person to read them--I guess a multi-volume biography of LBJ is a hard sell. But that person has become as enthusiastic a fan of the books as I am. 

In two weeks the 4th volume comes out. Caro was to have finished the series with this volume (at one point there were only going to be three), but he is now planning on writing one more. They have been coming out at a rate of, on average, one every ten years. Caro is 76 years old. He has apparently made a will stipulating that, if the last volume isn't finished when he dies, nobody is to finish it for him. So now fans of Caro are holding their breath, hoping that he stays healthy. God forbid he gets hit by a train or something. It would be a real tragedy. After all, he hasn't even gotten to LBJ's presidency until this latest volume, which supposedly only goes up to 1964. 

If all goes well, though, the fifth volume will be finished before Caro is. I plan on rereading the first three before I read the fourth. These are some of the greatest books of our time, and also some of the most pleasurable to read. I cannot recommend them highly enough, read them now!



Tuesday, March 27, 2012

"A Modest Proposal": A Modest Proposal

To my list of phrases which should be discontinued immediately ("...And its Discontents"), I would like to add "A Modest Proposal." As usual, if you have to ask why you'll never know.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Someone Wasn't Paying Attention

It's started again already:

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/03/25/character-and-its-discontents/

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

"...And Its Discontents" And Its Discontents

It's time to retire "...and its discontents." I don't think any explanation is needed, but any reader who requires one should send me a SASE and it will be duly furnished.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Elections and Beer Revisited

I'm rethinking my remarks about Nixon in the previous "elections and beer" post. I realize this is all confirmation bias, whatever that means, but we don't worry about such things here at BLECCH!

McGovern seems like a real wet blanket. Hunter Thompson, an ardent supporter, speculated that he had no sense of humor. The same HST spent an hour talking football with Nixon one time, however, and reported that Tricky Dick knew his shit. This sort of thing--knowing your shit about football--makes you pretty beer-worthy, indeed the fact that Nixon was interested in anything at all aside from winning elections makes him more beer-worthy than a good many politicians.

It's true that Nixon's visage seems to symbolize "no fun," i.e. non-beer-worthiness, but McGovern's rigid earnestness might clear out a bar even quicker. So I'm giving 1972 to Nixon.

As for Hubert Humphrey, I have read a bit about him but rarely seen film of him in action. He was reputed to be some sort of liberal 'firebrand' in his early days, but at least judging by Robert Caro's account in his biography of LBJ, he seemed to be a pretty pathetic character by the time he ran for president. So I am giving Nixon the benefit of the doubt in 1968; it's at least plausible that he was more beer-worthy than Humphrey at this point.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Set My Chickens Free

I'm sure some of you will remember this, from the Freak Brothers comic:




Elections and Beer

I was thinking about the current political standard of who one would "like to have a beer with," and it seems like a pretty iron-clad predictor of general election victory. The only exception is Nixon; most sane people would probably have a beer with anybody before Nixon, or even do anything rather than have a beer with Nixon. But consider:

Obama v. McCain: most I imagine would drink with Obama.
Bush v. Kerry: Definitely Bush.
Bush v. Gore: Definitely Bush.
Clinton v. Dole: Definitely Clinton.
Clinton v. Bush: Definitely Clinton.
Bush v. Dukakis: Bush by a whisker.
Reagan v. Mondale: Reagan wins.
Reagan v. Carter: I'd go with Carter but most people would probably go with Reagan.
Ford v. Carter: Carter by far.
Johnson v. Goldwater: I doubt there'd be anyone on the planet better to have a beer with than LBJ.
Kennedy v. Nixon: See my above remarks about Nixon.
Ike v. Stevenson: Ike for sure.

I don't know enough about most of the also-rans before that (Dewey?) but if it wasn't for Nixon winning twice, this would be pretty well infallible, and even so Nixon didn't run against particularly beer-worthy opponents. Although, if Bush's two elections were fraudulent that introduces another wrinkle...

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Some Punditry

I'm not sure whether anyone would disagree with this, or whether it is completely uncontroversial, but I haven't really heard much about it either way. If you were a Democrat, you'd probably be rooting for Newt Gingrich, wouldn't you? Whatever problems or liabilities Romney has, the notion that we'd be swearing in "President Gingrich" in 2013 is inconceivable.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

"illin'"-gate

I think the issue isn't whether "illin'" means something bad or good, since it's well-attested both ways, much like "bad" itself. The important distinction, to me, maps onto something like the "ser/estar" distinction in Spanish. In that case, "illin'" would be an "estar"-type word, and "wack" would be a "ser"-type word. If I say you're "illin'" I'm referring to your current state, but if I say you're "wack" I am referring to your essence. I don't think the two are directly substitutable and therefore, they are not synonyms.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Observations

I haven't been posting much, so this is an appropriate time for a miscellaneous fluff post.

1. I still can't make a comment on my own blog when signed in, I thought maybe that was a temporary glitch but I don't know what's wrong.

2. People always seem to think jokes about people from rural areas or the South having sex with their brother or sister is the funniest thing ever, but actually it isn't very funny. I don't have an ethical compunction against it, it's just cliched and played out. Tired, if you will.

3. Friday Night Lights is an incredibly addictive show but the quality isn't especially high. It's kind of hokey.

4. Ray Price's honky tonk material is superior to the later "countrypolitan" stuff, but the latter isn't bad.

5. I noticed that my rate of correctly guessing which ear bud went in which ear was incredibly high (they're marked 'L' and 'R') so I deduced that there must be some difference between them that was tipping me off. Indeed there is, they're shaped differently. Once I recognized this, I began to determine which bud went in which ear by consciously noting the shape, and at first my success rate was far lower than it was when the shape served as an unconscious cue. Now I know which is which, but the phenomenon was interesting.

6. Related to '5', what always amazed me about the Clever Hans story is how everyone took it as a debunking of the animal really being so clever, when it seems what he was actually doing is at least as impressive as knowing math.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Quote of the Day

"We as Americans have a right to a speedy trial, not indefinite detention," said Sen. Mark Kirk (R-Ill.). "We as Americans have a right to a jury of our peers, which I would argue is ... not enlisted or military personnel sitting in a jury. You cannot search our businesses or place of business or our homes without probable cause under the Bill of Rights."
"You cannot be deprived of your freedom or your property without due process of law, and that, I would say, is not indefinite detention," added Kirk, who voted for the bill. "I would actually argue that no statute and no Senate and no House can take these rights away from you."

Well, that's a relief.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Stasis

I've said this myself, and nobody seems to agree with me. '80s nostalgia began not half way through the '90s. The first decade of the 2000s is over, and I have no idea what looks quaint or kitchy about the '90s--not enough has changed. Watch "The Wedding Singer," and then think about what the version of that about the '90s would be. Impossible.

Since 1992, as the technological miracles and wonders have propagated and the political economy has transformed, the world has become radically and profoundly new. (And then there’s the miraculous drop in violent crime in the United States, by half.) Here is what’s odd: during these same 20 years, the appearance of the world (computers, TVs, telephones, and music players aside) has changed hardly at all, less than it did during any 20-year period for at least a century. The past is a foreign country, but the recent past—the 00s, the 90s, even a lot of the 80s—looks almost identical to the present. This is the First Great Paradox of Contemporary Cultural History.

http://www.vanityfair.com/style/2012/01/prisoners-of-style-201201

UPDATE: The sketch comedy show "Portlandia" puts forward the proposition that Portland, OR is stuck in the '90s. Since I spent most of the previous decade in Portland and other parts of Oregon, maybe the world has moved on and I didn't notice.

Juxtaposed Quotes




Kristin Snicklefritz sez (hold your applause until the end): “After taking a good nights rest and reflecting on all the debate over property destruction, Anarchists, and the movement as whole, my current conclusion is that those decrying the property destruction, those demonizing Anarchists, those holding up signs and chanting “peace” like they’re at a damn A.N.S.W.E.R. organized protest march (with some subsequently committing violent acts against -people- to “maintain” that “peace”)… have no concept of what is going on. Without Anarchist methodology and organization, this movement a.) would not exist; and b.) if it existed would not be this successful; and c.) would not have gone from 0 to Port of Oakland shut-down in less than one month. I’ve heard cries for the Anarchists to leave, that if they want to “go against the movement”, they should start their own movement. Something that has been echoed by liberal organizers in movements over the past 10 years, since the Anarchists mobilized against the WTO. Well, they did start their own movement. Ladies and gentlemen, this is it. And now they are ironically being told to leave. Alright, but if they leave, they would like to take everything they brought with them to this movement. Direct Democracy through the General Assembly, the Consensus process, Facilitation, most of the proposals we all vote on in the GA, Food Not Bombs kitchen organization, communalism, communal infrastructure, a rejection of state authority to be able to police the occupied space, THE TAKING OF SPACE, protest medics, the book shields, taking to the streets without a permit, the chant “Who’s streets? Our streets!”, Security training, safer spaces, a refusal to liaison with the government by the government’s hierarchical terms and process, etc, etc, etc. Pretty much everything that makes this movement what it is, what makes it so very different from the liberal psuedo-movements we’ve witnessed over the past decade, what makes so people excited about it – Anarchists. If you want them to leave – Anarchists, Anti-capitalists, anti-authoritarians – they will take everything they’ve brought with them to the table out of this co-opted movement. Then we can all watch the movement cave in on itself in a matter of a week.”




But if militancy approaches work, it cannot be assimilated to it. Work is the activity on which the dominant world is based, it produces and reproduces capital and capitalist relations of production; militancy is only a minor activity. By definition, the results and effectiveness of work are not measured by the satisfaction of the worker, but they have the advantage of being economically measurable. Commodity production, by means of currency and profit, creates its standards and instruments of measure. It has its own logic and rationality, which it imposes on producer and consumer. By contrast, the effectiveness of militancy, "the advancement of the revolution", still hasn't found its measuring instruments. Their control evades militants and their leaders. Assuming, of course, that the latter still worry about the revolution ! So they are reduced to counting the material produced and distributed, the levels of recruitment, the number of actions undertaken; obviously none of these measure what they pretend to. Naturally enough from this they come to imagine that what is measurable is an end in itself. Imagine a capitalist who could not find a means of evaluating the value of his production, and so settled for measuring the quantity of oil consumed by machines. Conscientiously, workers would empty oil into the gutter in order to produce an increase in... production. Incapable of pursuing its proclaimed goal, militancy only gives itself the name of work.