Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Today's Top Story

"See, you think I give a shit. Wrong. In fact,
while you talk, I'm thinking: How can I give less of a shit?
That's why I look interested."

Shit My Dad Says


If you were to say "I was bemused by your dead baby joke," you wouldn't be saying the joke was funny. You'd be saying that you completely failed to understand it. You were following the story up to and including the bit about the trowel, but you'd lost the thread way before the Ku Klux masturbation climax.

From Peggy.

Tiger Paper

Think your boss is an ass?

The whole site looks like good browsing.

Thanks to Kay.

A Colorful Past

A crossroads store, bar, "juke joint," and gas station in the cotton
plantation area. Melrose, La., June 1940. (Marion Post Wolcott)


Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Today's Top Story

From Susan.

Me Gusta

Jay goes Spanglish.

Another good new one here.

Brothers in Arms?

It happened again the other evening.

Out with the dogs, we encountered a couple doing the same. They live up the block, but we'd never met them before. The man was easy on the eyes -- and very chatty.

"Are you brothers?" he asked.

"Partners," said Dan.

"Oh, partners," said the guy, then launching into a rapid monologue about how great gay people are and how it's all cool. "But you look just like each other. Same haircut, even."

This led to a more novel query: "Are you military?"

"No," Dan replied. "Are you?"

He's in the Navy, which he informed us is chock full o' gays, and that's A-OK with him.

'Crippled for Life'


Monday, August 09, 2010

Tony Judt, 1948-2010

Poverty is an abstraction, even for the poor. But the symptoms of collective impoverishment are all about us. Broken highways, bankrupt cities, collapsing bridges, failed schools, the unemployed, the underpaid, and the uninsured: all suggest a collective failure of will. These shortcomings are so endemic that we no longer know how to talk about what is wrong, much less set about repairing it. And yet something is seriously amiss. Even as the US budgets tens of billions of dollars on a futile military campaign in Afghanistan, we fret nervously at the implications of any increase in public spending on social services or infrastructure.

From Ill Fares the Land

Why is it that here in the United States we have such difficulty even imagining a different sort of society from the one whose dysfunctions and inequalities trouble us so? We appear to have lost the capacity to question the present, much less offer alternatives to it. Why is it so beyond us to conceive of a different set of arrangements to our common advantage?

From "What Is Living and What Is Dead in Social Democracy?"

Obituary here; more writings here.

Friday, August 06, 2010

Greetings From Gnashville

"Contrary to what you may have heard,
opossums are susceptible to gingivitis."


O Sole Meal

A friend's sister used to maintain that Campbell's Soup for One was the most depressing food in existence, but now there's competition ... or possibly a complement.

Source, via Colleen


I bet Nick doesn't have much trouble finding dates.


Sunday, August 01, 2010

Today's Top Story

From Derek.

Gag Reel

I'd endured her for nearly two hours, and what was a mild irritation had transformed into a boiling, volcanic rage. I don't know how my popcorn tasted, and I can't remember who was sitting near me. As far as what was happening on the screen, it's a complete blank. My surroundings had become completely blind to me. All I remember is pure, unfiltered hatred.

Overheard in the Holler

Michael, watching Sparkle sprawl inelegantly in her bed: I could totally see her in a housecoat with a cigarette hanging out the corner of her mouth.

Dan: Smoking in bed, falling asleep ...

Overheard by: Rita Delvecchio