I’m not on top like I used to be
Well I give in when I know I should be strong
I still give in even though I know it’s wrong
I guess I’m dumb, but I don’t care
“Guess I’m Dumb,” as recorded by Glen Campbell, 1965 (more…)
I’m not on top like I used to be
Well I give in when I know I should be strong
I still give in even though I know it’s wrong
I guess I’m dumb, but I don’t care
“Guess I’m Dumb,” as recorded by Glen Campbell, 1965 (more…)
the other day, action girl sarah dyer herself reminded me of a great old essay she’d written about the word “girl,” and why she chooses it over anything else.
it’s well worth reading—check it out.
a good friend of mine—big gray, absent his jones county boys—used to be in a band that turned into the gentle pacific u.v.
now pacific u.v. has a record coming out, hosted by warm records, home of other gentle drone pop—like azure ray. go check it out!
the third of a series of articles for the newspaper of my school. my friend & colleague s.n. provided the conservative counterpoint that follows.
THE POINT
“We cannot say that the war-making branches of the Government did not have ground for believing that in a critical hour such persons could not readily be isolated and separately dealt with, and constituted a menace to the national defense and safety, which demanded that prompt and adequate measures be taken to guard against it.” Those words were not written after the horrors of September 11, or to urge passage of the Patriot Act, but in Hirabayashi v. U.S., 320 U.S. 81, 99 (1943).
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today a class of mine, supreme court roleplaying, will sit en banc at our state supreme court. we’re doing a simulation of the u.s. supreme court but, you know, they don’t let you use their stuff as much.
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i’ve not smiled so large over a file-sharing slap-fight since everybody went after napster like a half-dozen sixth graders running after a skittering issue of playboy on a windy winter day.
so madonna wants to know what the fuck we’re doing? this guy hacks her page & tells her!
it’s six o’clock and i’m still at work and i’m freezing like crazy. who is control of the damn thermometer? i mean, thermostat. my damn hands are stiff from the cold.
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It took six days for them to find the body of The Stick. It took a man who ran a liquor store praying a little bit and then just looking into the woods on his way home to find her. All the police in two counties never did the dead body of The Stick any good in getting found.
I am writing this story in between the hours of four and five at the end of a cold year, and a cold apartment.
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Maggie tells me, as a reason why the kid was moving away, “She met a man named Raoul (he is in a band, if you can believe that), and that is why they are moving down to Florida, although God knows why one would move down there.”
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i got one today from a well-meaning friend saying, essentially (and it was especially convoluted):
1. nina totenberg said on NPR that if the Supreme Court supports Congress, they’ll cut funding to NPR.
2. sign this petition, and we’ll
3. send it to the president and the vice-president.
what the hell? so here was my response . . .
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