Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 09, 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
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
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.