Thursday, July 22, 2010

 

I won't grow up
I don't want to wear a tie
Or a serious expression
In the middle of July
And if it means I must prepare
To shoulder burdens with a worried air
I'll never grow up
Won't grow up
Never wanna grow up
So there
From "I Won't Grow Up" (as recorded by Rickie Lee Jones), music by Mark Charlap, lyrics by Carolyn Leigh

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

 

I imagine that Michael Bellesiles feels toward Jim Lindgren pretty much what Jean Valjean feels toward Inspector Javert.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The craving for continued prominence is generally pathetic. From a story about LeBron James's planned move from the Cleveland Cavaliers to the Miami Heat (emphasis added):
Shortly after James’ announcement, [Cavaliers owner Dan] Gilbert fired off an incendiary letter to Cavs fans, vilifying the 25-year-old and calling his decision to bolt Cleveland as “narcissistic” and “cowardly behavior.” He also guaranteed his team would win an NBA title “BEFORE THE SELF-TITLED FORMER ‘KING’ WINS ONE.”

Gilbert took it a step further when he later told The Associated Press in a phone interview that he felt the NBA’s two-time MVP quit on the Cavs during the playoffs the past two years, and that James “has gotten a free pass.” He also said James should be held accountable for his actions.

[Jesse] Jackson responded to Gilbert’s remarks on Sunday by saying the Cavs owner sees James as a “runaway slave” and that Gilbert’s comments put the player in danger.

He speaks as an owner of LeBron and not the owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers,” Jackson said in a release from his Chicago-based civil-rights group. “His feelings of betrayal personify a slave master mentality. He sees LeBron as a runaway slave. This is an owner employee relationship—between business partners—and LeBron honored his contract.”
(Via Mary Katharine Ham.)

Sunday, July 11, 2010

"Letters of Note" (sorry, unavoidable pun) from a young David Bowie and a kind (though profane) Iggy Pop.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Maybe in the hip-hop market this is a valuable endorsement: "I ordered it for my boyfriend in prison and he absolutely loved it!!"

I feel unutterably lucky not to be enmeshed in that bleak, hard world.

 

Anthony Daniels on Thomas Sowell on intellectuals.

 

Following a suggestion in Justin Krebs's book 538 Ways to Live, Work, and Play Like a Liberal, Matt Labash of The Weekly Standard establishes a virtual suggestion box:
I email colleagues that I will collect their important feedback and send it to our boss, Bill Kristol. . . . Here are just some of the things my colleagues are convinced they need to make The Weekly Standard a more positive work experience:
More key parties .  .  . institute a ‘buddy system’ for all lavatory use .  .  . group showers, so we can save water and go easier on our earth mother .  .  . more irony in staff meetings .  .  . fewer first-person insertions into magazine pieces .  .  . prepare for Y2K .  .  . pension off Labash .  .  . change our name to ‘US News & Weekly Standard Report’ .  .  . institute an open-door trust-tree policy for managers so that employees understand that they are in a safe space to seek counsel for personal/emotional problems/issues.
I forward the results to Kristol, who seems fairly amenable. He agrees to the first three demands, and regarding group showers, vows to go “the extra mile by ending gender segregation and don’t ask, don’t tell.” Regarding many of the suggestions from our literary editor, Phil Terzian, Kristol promises to “check on whether Terzian has too much free time.”

. . . Many of Krebs’s other liberalizing-the-workplace suggestions I skip, because we already do them. We already recycle. We don’t have a plastic-tank water cooler. We already have environmentally friendly toilets. (One feedback complaint, on account of our low-flush urinals, was, “Any chance we can get the toilets to flush properly around here?” Kristol’s response: “I’m working with technicians from BP.”) Krebs says to relax the office dress code. But if our dress code was any more relaxed, we’d be wearing cutoffs and half-shirts to work, making us look like some sort of neocon Mountain Dew commercial. Nobody wants to see that. Trust me.

Ticking down Krebs’s laundry list, seeing how many requirements our office already fulfills, I’m left with one irrefutable conclusion: Bill Kristol is a liberal.

 

A lovely short poem, part of Poetry 180.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Do you remember the promise I gave you
The one I swore I would hold to
Well, you're there
I'm here
And everything I said was wrong
Marshall Crenshaw, "Our Town"

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Very happy Independence Day: "Playboy's America The Beautiful Gallery." NSFW, bless 'em. (Mom, don't click.)

 

Happy Independence Day.