And to quell the torrents, in my subterranean depths”
This came up on the iPod this week, and it’s held up surprisingly well over the past twenty-two (!) years. The horns juxtaposed with the bass do date it a bit, but Johnny Marr’s harmonica and jangling guitar keep it from sounding too much like 1990.
I bought this cd when still choosing between tape, disc or vinyl. Wow it’s old.
“I’ll admit my understanding of post-modernism is probably flawed, but if I’ve learned anything from McLuhan it’s that our world has been amplified and accelerated to the point that the elements of culture like music, fashion and art have become debased from their roots in the previous century. Mondrian and Banksy are both painters, right? Girl Talk and John Cage are both musicians, right?”—Wrestle With Jimmy (via pieratt)
"The average citizen has seen their investments stagnate. Even after the massive rise in the market’s value since 2009, the pre-election crash still informs the opinions that most of us hold on the market’s stability. Promises of compound interest and massive returns simply are rarely seen by most workers, because they do not have sufficient salary to invest a lot into their accounts. Fees eat up their balances at the same rate whether they contribute or not, and it isn’t uncommon for people to see their dollars dwindle.
Take the example of a young professional just out of school—basically anyone but a lawyer, banker or doctor. She goes to her new company benefits reviews and hears about socking away 15-20% of her salary now, so the interest compounds higher, and it makes a lot of sense, so she’s on board. Her problem is that she makes $23,000 a year as an intern, and has student loan payments to make. Her parents don’t send her a check every month. She can contribute to her retirement account and rack up more debt, or she can just not, and wait until she makes more money. Saving just isn’t conceivable.”
My name is Kelly Schomburg, I’m the girl with the red hair in these pictures. I was protesting at the Occupy Wall Street march yesterday when I and several other women were sprayed with mace and subsequently arrested. Many have already seen the video, which has been spreading like wildfire over twitter, Facebook, tumblr, and other video feeds, along with hundreds of other photos and videos. This is my recount of what happened.
Most of last week’s Facebook coverage of focused on Timeline and “real-time apps.” Wasn’t till today that we started to realize just what “real-time apps” actually means: Anything you do, on any app you’ve let connect to Facebook, can be broadcast in realtime.
“Has anybody been watching the debates lately? You’ve got a governor whose state is on fire denying climate change. It’s true. You’ve got audiences cheering at the prospect of somebody dying because they don’t have healthcare and booing a service member in Iraq because they’re gay. That’s not reflective of who we are.”—President Barack Obama • tugging on some low-hanging fruit from the GOP debates. Good timing, bro. (via zainyk)
Sure, we cherry pick evidence, we spin world events, and we impose our worldview when we talk about policy. Everyone does that. But generally speaking, our opinion leaders don’t go on national TV, look straight into the camera, and just outright lie about stuff. Theirs do.
And you know, if you’d been told over and over that Obamacare meant getting government permission every time you want to go to the doctor; if you’d been told over and over that the economy is in bad shape because a tidal wave of regulations are strangling American business; and if you’d been told over and over that stimulus spending didn’t create one single job — well, what would you think about Barack Obama’s presidency? Not much, I imagine.
It’s awfully hard to fight stuff this brazen. Everyone understands that politicians fudge details and engage in partisan hypocrisy. All part of the game. But most of us don’t expect them to flat out lie. So when they do, we figure there must be something to it. It’s a pretty powerful formula, especially when the mainstream press no longer seriously polices this stuff, and isn’t much believed even when it does. The answer remains frustratingly elusive.
"Where is the quest for truth? Is our system of law such a debased athletic contest that truth no longer matters, only finding a scapegoat?
If Troy Davis is innocent, then how can it not matter that Officer McPhail’s killer is free? Does executing Davis as soon as possible simply remove that possibility, making it no longer matter? Or does the emotional and aggressive quest for a death sentence on its own make someone so convinced of their rightness that they can never be swayed again?
I can’t judge, and have no desire to judge, whether Davis is guilty or innocent. But I am saddened and sickened that the state of Georgia has decided that moving forward on the conviction is worth more than a man’s life. That a finality is worth more than aggressively seeking the truth. That in our country an accused, even a convicted accused, can legally be required to prove their innocence, a near impossibility for anyone.”
“That’s what you do with Depression, you mask the symptoms. The symptoms of Depression IS depression, it’s not a symptom of something else. It’s not like you go “oooh, I feel really sad” and then your arse falls off. The symptoms of Depression is depression. You take away the symptoms of Depression HALLOOOOO! you’re cured! But Tom [Cruise] was like “no, no, no Matt. Matt, these drugs Matt, these drugs they’re just a crutch, these drugs are just a crutch!” and I’m thinking “yes?”. THEY’RE A CRUTCH! You don’t walk up to a guy with one leg and say “hey pal, that crutch is just a crutch, THROW IT AWAY! Hop ya bastard! That crutch is masking the symptoms of your one leggedness”.”—
Craig Ferguson on Tom Cruise attacking Brooke Shields for using anti-depressants to fight Post-Partum Depression. (via fadesandspins)
I didn’t realize that my opinion of Craig Ferguson could go higher, but now it has.
“The difficulty of always feeling that you ought to be doing something is that you tend to undervalue the times when you’re apparently doing nothing, and those are very important times. It’s the equivalent of the dream time, in your daily life, times when things get sorted out and reshuffled. If you’re constantly awake work-wise you don’t allow that to happen. One of the reasons I have to take distinct breaks when I work is to allow the momentum of a particular direction to run down, so that another one can establish itself.”—
- Brian Eno, cited by Eric Tamm in Brian Eno: His Music and The Vertical Sound Of Color
I try to take walks everyday, to let the world wash over me and wipe out work thoughts for a while.
“…Many of my critics pretend that they have been entirely self-made. They seem to feel responsible for their intellectual gifts, for their freedom from injury and disease, and for the fact that they were born at a specific moment in history. Many appear to have absolutely no awareness of how lucky one must be to succeed at anything in life, no matter how hard one works. One must be lucky to be able to work. One must be lucky to be intelligent, to not have cerebral palsy, or to not have been bankrupted in middle age by the mortal illness of a spouse.
Many of us have been extraordinarily lucky—and we did not earn it. Many good people have been extraordinarily unlucky—and they did not deserve it. And yet I get the distinct sense that if I asked some of my readers why they weren’t born with club feet, or orphaned before the age of five, they would not hesitate to take credit for these accomplishments. There is a stunning lack of insight into the unfolding of human events that passes for moral and economic wisdom in some circles. And it is pernicious…”
“There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious — makes you so sick at heart — that you can’t take part. You can’t even passively take part. And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all.”—
I didn’t think I’d take part in the 9/11 reminisces today, and still don’t think I will. But I did visit the towers a few times in the 90’s, and have been thinking about those visits.
I went in and walked around the lobby once or twice after looking for clothes at Century21, the inexpensive always-crowded always-stylish store next door. The multiple banks of elevators, the levels of security, it was a confusing set of buildings to wander about, due simply to the complex’s sheer size and lack of adherence to traditional building/street relationships. Honestly, I thought the buildings themselves were poorly planned and oversized, and remember noting to friends that with their single-pane glass and energy code exceptions they consumed more power than the entire city of Trenton.
During that time, I was invited to a fancy office party at Windows on the World, and finally got to spend a little time inside. A friend of a friend needed a date and I was happy to go. They called it their “prom” and I put on a nice suit and trekked downtown. This wasn’t very long after the first Trade Center attack, but that one had only reinforced our impressions of the strength and quality of these buildings.
It’s a bit strange to be in a traditional restaurant that high above the ground. That type of space is more often located in an older building, or near a street, and that’s the main thing I remember about the space itself—its oddness. I drank too much red wine, and at one point, as a result, had to go have a seat in the men’s room where I talked to the attendant for several minutes and cleared my head. He was an interesting man, in his 60’s, and he could tell I was a bit out of my element there—we laughed over several stories about growing up in the rural south. Perhaps he was just humoring a drunk, but that’s okay. I was a broke student, but the night was costing me nothing, so I was able to leave him a decent tip.
Fortunately I got my bearings back before we relocated to clubs on 14th Street, where my arranged date’s sister and I discovered our attraction to each other, and the party finally wrapped up just like so many others, at Florent on Gansevoort.
Upon reflection, that was a surreal night in many ways, and its recollection is made all the more so by the fact that none of those places exist today, the stores, the clubs, the restaurants, all gone, although I hear that Florent has reopened in a sleeker form. Some disappeared from simple economics, some through senseless violence on a massive scale, but today that world no longer exists.
"But it’s worth noting what exactly is the most important conservative consideration— what is actually being conserved? What part of the status quo is most important for the conservative to maintain? There are many options: religion, social ways, class & race issues, relation of big business to government, money-making opportunities, even style of dress can fit in there.
Moderates and liberals must internalize that the overriding conservative issue today, the one that trumps all others, is Social Mobility. All of the conservative issues above fit in some way or other under the fear of social mobility and the breakdown of class structure. Most liberals find this hard to understand—they tend to believe that a rising tide lifts all boats and that all Americans should have equal opportunity, and often don’t realize that not everyone believes this.”
Here, at least, we are unfortunately thankful for that.
While we do want to see all the architects selected produce their best work here, it would be horrible to see a field of ‘starchitects’ signatures, a mashup of the trendy and unwieldy, reflecting only what was popular in our profession between 2001 and 2010: a museum of cliches, buying into the theory that every city must have at least one of these stylistic and soon-to-be-dated overpriced throwaway works.