Wednesday, November 11, 2009

to end war



In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
Which mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders field.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to raise it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Arthur Fields - Hunting the Hun
Minnutes - Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag
Matthew Ryan - Dulce Et Decorum Est
Coldplay - Poppyfields

Saturday, August 29, 2009

THE CARS OF HORTON HEAT

Drivin' around in my shoebox car


Things ain't so bad, 'cause I've got a Galaxie 500


I got a Lincoln Continental, lord you know that's right
Gold chrome wheels, paint clorescent white


She's a '32 Ford chopped five-window coupe
Grey and red in memory of the dead


Nature boy Jimbo in your pick-em-up truck


Reverend Horton Heat - Reverend Horton Heat's Big Blue Car
Reverend Horton Heat - Five-O Ford
Reverend Horton Heat - Galaxie 500
Reverend Horton Heat - Suicide Doors
Reverend Horton Heat - Texas Rockabilly Rebel
Reverend Horton Heat - Jimbo Song

Thursday, August 13, 2009

POSSIBLY THE WORST ARGUMENT AGAINST OBAMACARE I HAVE EVER SEEN



From Investors Business Daily:

“People such as scientist Stephen Hawking wouldn’t have a chance in the U.K., where the National Health Service would say the life of this brilliant man, because of his physical handicaps, is essentially worthless."

The fact that Stephen Hawking was born and has lived his entire life in the U.K. without being euthanized even once apparently slipped under their fact-checking radar. This is not surprising, since the sort of right-wing fuck-ups who like to fling about the words "socialism" and "liberal" as if they're the deadliest insults known to man, and who can emit such cretinous bullshit as "health care is not a right" with both straight faces and sincerity in their black little hearts, are rarely the sort of people who actually give a flying goddamn about things like "truth," "facts" and "honesty."

If Stephen Hawking had been born in the United States, he may have turned out just fine; his father was a research biologist, a position which generally pays fairly well and moreover is often the sort of career that leads to long-term employment which offers decent medical benefits. As the only thing which matters in American healthcare as it stands is how much money you make and whether you're smart, patient and tenacious enough to make your insurance actually pay for the things it claims it will, it does seem rather likely that he would have survived just fine despite his physical handicaps. Had his parents' financial situation been otherwise, of course, the story would be very different - which is not the case in the UK, where the National Health Service actually treats people without checking their wallets beforehand.

But that's only what's right, isn't it, the American way of doing things? After all, it is a truth universally acknowledged that the only reason anyone would ever not have money is because they're too lazy to work. Anyone who has any gumption at all finds a way to pick themselves up by their bootstraps; therefore, being poor isn't an economic issue, but a social one, a sign of moral failing. If you're poor, the popular understanding goes, you deserve to be poor, because you're a lazy fuck-up who doesn't know what's good for you and should probably just throw yourself under a train so you'll stop being a drain upon the social services that other people's tax dollars paid for. It's self-evident: if you weren't a lazy fuck-up, you wouldn't be poor! So get right on that, you stupid lazy asshole, there's a train track down the road. (If you weren't such a goddamn good-for-nothing shitheap, you could GET A JOB ON THE TRAIN or something, but no. Fucking poor person.)

It's hard for me to even attempt a coherent column here, partly because I'm terribly out of practice and partly because every time I think about this topic it throws me into a violent rage that makes me want to throw molotovs at government buildings and set conservatives on fire with a hairspray-and-Zippo flamethrower. There's no debating with these people; they have their fingers firmly lodged in their ears as they repeat "NA NA NA NA I CAN'T HEAR YOU YOU ARE TALKING SOCIALISM YOUR FACTS CAN EAT A DICK NA NA NA THE AMERICAN WAY NA NA NA BOOTSTRAPS OH GOD WHAT WHY AM I SUDDENLY ON FIRE"

Offspring - Stuff Is Messed Up (website)
Neil's Children - Indifference Is Vital (website)
The Thermals - We Were Sick (website)

Monday, April 20, 2009

Dude.



Did you ever just stop to think about the nature of the infinite? I'm going to write an update about that. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now I'm just going to ponder it and get my thoughts in order.

Spoon - The Way We Get By (website)
Afroman - Because I Got High (website)
Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit (a picture of the Cheshire Cat)

Monday, April 13, 2009

Everything Is Nixon's Fault


The Monsanto House of the Future


Tomorrowland at Walt Disney World has undergone several facelifts over the past couple of decades, flirting with Jules Vern steampunk (a flop; that sort of brass-and-verdigris theming is simply incompatible with the lush semitropical setting) and currently (to my knowledge) settling for white plastic à la Buzz Lightyear, WALL-E's Eve, and Apple products. Compared to the original Disneyland Tomorrowland's style, it feels rather flat to me.

The problem doesn't lie entirely with Disney, of course; since the late '70s our society has simply failed to have a unifying concept of Futurism at all. The Cold War lasted too long; the western world couldn't sustain its visions of constant shiny progress when it was obvious that we weren't making any progress against the Russians. The threat of war and nuclear annihilation and climate changes and the degradation of the world were too depressing and made for a society far too pessimistic to maintain belief in the raygun gothic ideals of the previous decades.

There were always those who held that Futurism was rot to begin with, of course, rejecting it as too pat and perfect, naive and conformist, but that segment of society moved from an iconoclastic subculture to the overwhelming majority as the years went by. The Future used to be bright, shiny and full of flying cars and Googie spires; nowadays it's dark, grungy, and really just more of the same old same old war and poverty and depression, only this time it takes place on a spaceship (which is also dark, grungy and depressing).

I personally choose to reject the modern form of small-f futurism and embrace the old big-f Futurism! (punctuation sic). We need more chrome, more giant lasers, more villains who want to take over the world to get rich instead of blowing up buildings for their vision of religion. We need spy-fi and Lalo Schifrin and motherfucking rayguns.

You can keep the flying cars, though; I don't trust most people on the road in TWO dimensions, much less three.

The Most Serene Republic - Present of Future End (myspace)
Jared Mees and the Grown Children - Bees (myspace)
Wolf Parade - California Dreamer (myspace)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Southern Gothic


Big Cypress Bayou, Caddo Lake, Texas


There's something in the water in the Deep South. Maybe it's moonshine, maybe it's poverty (how, exactly, poverty gets in the water is a question that would fall beneath the purviews of your conundrums of philosophy). Maybe it's both of those, plus the heat and the constant sense that the goddamn Yankees are still keeping the Confederacy down; maybe it's some wild romantic streak inherited from the Cavaliers who settled the place two hundred years ago; but there's SOMETHING going on that makes the imagination as fertile as the plantation sod, growing something dark and twisted and bitter...

Louisiana is especially good for it, its neighbouring Mississippi nearly as rich. Horror grows like kudzu, a lush bayou setting for monsters or magic or the deeper and subtler horror of simple humans. It's a hint of the macabre, with a hint of humour that makes it all that much more terrible. It can be vampires, zombies, voodoo, murder, racism, the hell of other people in small towns where public opinion is better currency and harder-won than pure gold; something great and Lovecraftian crawling out of the Spanish moss or something quiet and insidious creeping through the neighbours' hearts.

It's been put in writing by William Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor, Harper Lee, Anne Rice, Preston & Child, and dozens more. It's spawned murder ballads by the score. And for art you have only to look to the setting itself: aging brick and wrought-iron in Louisiana cities that saw their best years before the Civil War, dilapidated mansions being reclaimed by the swampland, old men sitting on the side of the road in broke-down hats, historic markers for the death sites of Depression-era outlaws.

Even a transplanted Northerner can't help but feel it, sinking into the soul with the weight of the humid air.

Charlie Robison - Magnolia (website)
The Builders and the Butchers - Bottom of the Lake (myspace)
Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue - Where the Wild Roses Grow (website)
Murder By Death - Shiola (website)

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics


Television (and print, but they've been cut off by the layout of the blog for some reason) reporters take a statement from a police information officer at the scene of a shooting. Photograph by Justin Baker


"With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms." - Hunter S. Thompson

In any journalism class, from the one I took in high school on up through university level, the idea that you have to STAY OBJECTIVE gets hammered in with the force of a Mack truck plowing over a poodle. Use neutral language! Avoid bias at all costs!

Bull. Shit.

Humans are biased creatures. Everything you see gets interpreted through a lens of your own past experience and everything you think gets filtered back out through the same. True objectivity is a simple impossibility.

"But shouldn't we try? Is it not a noble goal?"

Fuck no it isn't.

Everything you do and say and write is going to be biased. Every choice you make about what is newsworthy and what facts are worth putting into the article and what photo is best to accompany it is being biased by your personal filter and by the filters of your editors and publishers and the business as a whole. No matter how carefully you choose neutral words to express your thoughts, the thoughts themselves are not, and can never be, neutral themselves.

Misleading yourself into thinking that you're some kind of bastion of integrity and journalistic objectivity is bad enough. Misleading the public into thinking that journalism is objective is even worse. When "Objective Journalism" is deified and believed in with the fervency of a Born-Again who thinks Jesus Christ Himself is actually literally present with him in his bed at night when he's piously keeping himself from masturbating, the general public starts to think that every news source - or even just the ones they like the best, which is as bad or worse - is Actually Telling The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth. They think they can trust the news to get The Whole Story. In cases where the bias is evident - Fox News' obvious right-wing slant, for instance - the tendency is to think that the one the viewer agrees with is Objective and the others are Bad Journalism.

It's ALL Bad Journalism, if "Biased" means "Bad."

You can't keep yourself unbiased and pretending you are is a disservice to yourself and the readers. What the industry needs is an open acknowledgement of it. Let there be right-wing news and left-wing news and libertarian news. The people with tiny little brains who can't deal with opposing viewpoints can just read the one they agree with; the people who want to actually try and figure out what's really going on can read all of them and form their own idea of what constitutes The Objective Truth that way.

And I dare say you'll write better and enjoy it more if you're not constantly keeping yourself on that self-imposed leash of impossible goals.

Now get the fuck out there and write what you believe in. Write what you're angry about. Write what you feel. WRITE, you fuckers.

Don Henley - Dirty Laundry (website)
New Pornographers - The Fake Headlines (website)
Spoon - I Turn My Camera On (website)