Darkness in Manson
8 05 2008Is it just us, or is the commentary over here getting better? Our two cents: We don’t believe The Master spread measles among the Fierce People of Iowa… yet.
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Is it just us, or is the commentary over here getting better? Our two cents: We don’t believe The Master spread measles among the Fierce People of Iowa… yet.
We’re getting around to it now…
We’re getting there…
Goodness knows, we’ve got our own acalitical dramas to deal with, but you got us thinking: It would of sorta depend, wouldn’t it? Why the honor in the first place? If this was simple Oboosterism from the start, then it leaves a bad taste in our mouths. You know, “You made your bed” and all that. Then there’s that whole town-gown thing…
An occasional series in which we pause to marvel at the gems stumbled across by post-rockist completists at you know where. This edition: Generation X does “Your Generation”
…but so very much to master on the internets. Thanks to the animation, we’ll never mistake a full-binky for a half-binky again.
OK, two hits of WITW in one day. There should be some sort of rule against that. But after the laughter dies down, oh how the mind does race at the possibilities. We can see Berlin-period Lou Reed doing a great version of Lou Rawls “Dead End Street,” and we have no doubt that Lou Rawls could have, like, totally put “Rock and Roll” to bed. Think about it…
Jodhpurs (and lawsuits) - big in ‘08. Still unsure? Here’s the analysis from last August, fair and balanced.
What mariosmall and jlena [^ and laleh] said here. One of the finest minds in the business, a genius, even more impressive one-on-one than in print, and a fundamentally decent human being. A true gem.
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but you might want to look for the union label on that “free tibet” flag. H/T to the 走资派 over at MR.
You’re good, you are very, very good. We shouldn’t be writing copy for you, sweet book deal and all, but while we ban the NYT too, we couldn’t avoid this little front page gem on the table at our favorite Starbucks yesterday. No, this is not the usual Sunday NYT Style Section non sequitur. This is a front page, above the fold shout out to melanin-deficient brothers and sisters everywhere: Little Jacob and Olivia may be pesticide-free and conjugatin’ passé composé like regular soixante-huitards between calls for la “Fin de l’université,” but Harvard ain’t ENA and they are coming for your slot. Did we tell you they have 15-hour school days?
Aim high comrade, aim high. We think you got it just about right, except shoes will most definitely not be optional. The TSSCC declares cute canvas red ‘n black Supergas mandatory for all. Anything else would be 走资派.
OK, it is all “smiley faces” now for you now over at RMP and you are ready to move on to more challenging work. Your assignment: Review all portraits here and devise your own system of Lombrosian physiognomic archetypes.
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but it’s like “flyover friday” at Wonkette.
You’ve probably already received the email from ASA, you’ve been given your marching orders, now go do it. (Of course, we vote as a block around here - cause you know this Shrine ain’t a democracy - and, other than a bit of quibbling about the bottom of the ticket, we’re in agreement with the orders.) Nobody around here carries a medical sociology card, but, of course, if we could get all “netroots” on this thing for The Master, you know we would. TBD, we gotta know, what is the slogan? OK, searching for med soc newsletters on line now…
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but we are coming around to the digital party. We may have been some of the last hold-outs for celluloid, mainly because we’re precious like that, but also because the digital stuff you see in the galleries is usually too hard on the monkish eye…
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but, move over soulja boy, we take our poak chops extra crispy.
An occasional series in which we look back at the year that was. 2006. Year of the Dog. International Asperger’s Year. International Year of Deserts and Desertification. And the year in which we all asked, “Bravo, and can we get Hans Prinzhorn back on the crim syllabus too?”
OK, it is all “smiley faces” now for you now over at RMP and you are ready to move on to more challenging work. Your assignment: be the first to sit through the first 1000 videos that come up on eutube when you search “numa numa.” Here, let’s get you started…
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but we’re going out on a limb on this one. Yes, we’ll grant there are two big strikes against this guy. Number one, he’s, like, a dude. Number two, he’s, like, sooo not-at-Yale. Regardless, we must confess that we’ll take the “you honk, I walk” or “first down, one mile” bits over the “let me tell you about my shocking abortion art” bit any day. Been there, done that. Really. Great outfit though. Really.
Believe us when we tell you: when you’re a clear, it is all good news.
Hmm, sounds familiar, but we knew you understood this whole thing from the beginning. While, in the interest of friendly relations with all, we have removed what the TSS Oracle identifies as the central document in your case from public view, no cause for concern. It is has been archived deep in the TSS catacombs. Future historians will be able to precisely pinpoint when the biographically-decisive “abscido auris” incident occurred, conclusively establishing the origin of the central trope in your Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel-winning work on “hearing the organization.” As you’ll understand, we can’t give everything away, but let’s put it this way: The Oracle hints that 2031 is going to be a very good year indeed!
A recurring series in which we report maybe-real-maybe-apocryphal tales of cooling out the mark in which the mark in question could be any one of us.
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but we’re still on the Bachman beat. Charlie Cook say, “No way, don’t even think about it DFL hippies, JAH himself may have to serve as her Chief of Staff, but M.B. coming back with power power on 11.4.08.”
We return from the astral plane…
Just saying…that’s all.
An occasional series in which we pause to marvel at the gems stumbled across by post-rockist completists at you know where. This edition: Serge and BB chante «Bonnie and Clyde»
We tell you, this thing is going to be an uphill battle
Really, way more to do with Stamford than the post office
Lost the in the riddim
Yes, that’s what she said
An occasional series in which we look back at the year that was. 2006. Year of the Dog. International Asperger’s Year. International Year of Deserts and Desertification. And the year in which we all asked, “Are there no limits to the reach of the dastardly Richardsians?“
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but isn’t it kind of, you know, speciest to say that monkeys have to be with other monkeys, “swinging in tree tops” and all?
WITW does some homework on our second most colorful living [^contemporary] dictator. You already know who is first. Manse! Read the rest of this entry »
A recurring series in which we report maybe-real-maybe-apocryphal tales of cooling out the mark in which the mark in question could be any one of us.
We blame the patriarchy, but we’ll try our hand at more proximate causes…
Yes, there are many weeks to go for most of us, but we can dream. Only unfunny inside jokes in “rest of the entry”…
Oh, what the heck. From our position “out back by the dumpster,” we don’t usually link to clips that have more than a few hundred views - cause we’re precious and pretentious like that - but, hey, summer is in the air. Time for getting out in the street and mixing it up with all types.
OK, it is all “smiley faces” now for you now over at RMP and you are ready to move on to more challenging work. Your assignment: be the first generate a list of 1000 things you have already seen…but really, really wish you hadn’t. Here, let’s get you started…
An occasional series in which we look back at the year that was. 2005. Year of the Rooster. International Year of the Eucharist. World Year of Physics. And the year in which we all asked, “By chance, does ‘Sociology of [^Noun]‘ meet directly before your class?”
Off topic - we told you this would happen from time to time, din’t we? - but one of the true giants passed away yesterday. Yes, he got a little cranky in his old age, but, really, who doesn’t? We say: NRA, shmen-RA, there ain’t a Prius-drivin’, third-world baby adoptin’, TMZ-dodgin’ punk out there today who is worthy of shining Mr. Heston’s shoes. The sad news got us thinking…
An occasional series in which we pause to marvel at the gems stumbled across by post-rockist completists at you know where. This edition: Monochrome Set plays “Eine Symphonie des Grauens”
That makes it official, Iraq is now “stuff white people like.”
Really, wasn’t the fixed gear bike tip-off enough?
Stuy-High, do or die!
If we have two rules around here, the second is, “don’t read the comments on eutube.” We gave up when someone accused Stevie Ray Vaughn of being derivative of Robin Trower. That, and the time olizfajn said, “Rule number 8!“
Oh my. Really, don’t fret. No cause for alarm. The goal of “overcoming social anxiety” has been a fundamental psychological cause of careers in sociology since the clergy and their children got out of the business (as we’ll be the first to admit). It is sort of like dissocial personality disorder or aspergers and the economists. As for our wish list, did we tell you about sTORI Telling? We hear it is even better than that Nikki Sixx book.