I’ve been playing this in the background while I work and it is oddly very soothing.
I’ve been playing this in the background while I work and it is oddly very soothing.
This might be hard to articulate, but I was talking to a close friend recently about something that doesn’t matter. Some dumb joke lead to another dumber joke and after a few moments we just started flailing our arms around in the air for a long time in the middle of the conversation. No speaking, just wild, uninterrupted, exaggerated movement with huge grins on our faces that gave way to uncontrollable laughter. And I realized that that’s all I want, and probably all anyone really wants deep down: the flailing. We don’t want to explain ourselves, we want to be understood on a million levels and we want to know people deeply and we want the responsibility of keeping secrets and having innate ingrained layered knowledge. We want inside jokes and we want to to be vulnerable and we want to feel like we are safe. I think that’s why as time goes on, awkward first dates and testing-the-waters Facebook messages and conversational icebreakers creep into daily life so much. We’re trying to recreate experiences that we’ve had with other people, or have with with people currently that we don’t see or talk to as frequently, or have a few of in daily life but want more. We’re greedy. It’s not a bad thing. It’s normal. It’s disgustingly human. We’re gluttons for attention and affection and love and understanding and we might never get our fill. Except for loners and hermits and misanthropes, but who wants to talk about them anyway? Let them write about themselves.
This election season there’s a billowing cloud of misinformation being sprayed into the American psyche like a burping tail pipe on a primered Vega.
And its smoke is thicker and blacker than ever before thanks to the Citizen’s United Supreme Court decision.
Billions have been spent for one purpose and one purpose only: to obscure and distract from the fact that Mitt Romney is backing the identical agenda George W Bush did.
It’s really and truly that simple.
Lower taxes for the rich, cutting regulations for Wall Street, hawkish foreign policy with in many cases the same neocon foreign policy advisers W. Bush used make Romney/Ryan “W Bush 2: The Sequel to the Greatest Disaster Movie in Recent U.S. History, Available in Imax.”
So please, America, don’t fall for this con all over again. Taxes for the rich are at record lows. The uber-wealthy and corps hide profits overseas and work the loopholes to avoid paying what they should. And because of the resulting tax shortfall, deficits soar and education and infrastructure are cut. Why in God’s name would anyone in their right mind support cutting taxes for the wealthy more? Especially when it’s been proven over and over again to do very little for the economy?
And the idea of cutting regulations for Wall Street after the ‘08 collapse is as crazy as a guy in a hospital gown by the side of a highway waving Barbie dolls at passing cars. With the derivitives market larger than ever we need way more regulation of Wall Street, not less. And worst of all, Romney’s hawkish foreign policy is a beat for beat redux of the Bush doctrine of attack at the slightest hint of threat that led us into the disaster of the Iraq war. Call it “the edgy drifter with a knife” policy.
Voting for Romney after the train wreck of that was the eight years of W. Bush is like losing your pay check playing a rigged game of three-card monte and then playing the same game again a week later cause the cards are a different color.
But Obama is a socialist! He’s made things worse! What about the deficit?! Stop your witchy liberal word spells!
These objections to Obama are nonsense and lies at best. They just are. This isn’t a “liberal” POV. It’s just the truth. Obama does have real failings as a president (illegal drone strikes, a baffling desire to make more trade deals, failure to prosecute past war crimes), but being a socialist big spender is not remotely one of them. The stock market and corporate profits have soared under the Obama administration. And the deficit is 60 percent from tax short falls from the ‘08 collapse and 20 percent from the Iraq war finally being properly counted. Only $1 trillion of the $5 trillion deficit is from spending that was for the stimulus package that stopped our nation from falling into a depression by any economic metric available. The fact is Obama has spent less than any president in 50 years.
Even Obamacare is a private mandate that will drive billions to the insurance industry, much like the auto insurance mandate. Hardly socialism. In fact, it was a Republican plan to begin with.
But Romney and his billionaire backers have twisted facts and outright lied like we’ve never seen before. And why? Because if they had to stand on the issues they wouldn’t receive a vote. Because Romney and Ryan are exactly on the same page as W. Bush. And that page is stained with champagne and sturgeon eggs.
If Romney wins it will be because voters voted for the lies and the brand ID of the Republican party, not because of facts, context and reality. This is the essence of how a con works. The con man gets the mark to respond emotionally rather than logically. Please, don’t fall for it. With climate change becoming the biggest challenge of the next hundred years we can’t afford four years more of corruption, misinformation and inaction. We just can’t.
We must give up on this blind brand allegiance nonsense — “the Republican party is for self-reliance and America” — and start looking at the reality of what they do. They ignored warnings on 9/11, making us far less safe, give billions in subsidies to oil companies, no-bid contracts to the former vice president’s company, cut taxes for the rich during a war, stand against equal pay for women, froze the budget to drive our AAA rating down. They are corrupt, for the rich getting richer and for dismantling our government including FEMA, Medicare, and Social Security.
And worst of all, the Republicans do everything they can to make it hard for people to vote. This isn’t just creepy and dirty. This is anti-American and an insult to all those that have given their lives for our right to vote.
At a certain point if you’re voting for Romney you have to look around the room and see who you’re with. W, Bush and Cheney will vote for Romney. Sarah Palin will vote for Romney. Glenn Beck will vote for Romney, as will Rush Limbaugh. Rupert Murdoch, Hannity and Donald Trump are voting for Romney. Have these people been right about anything in the past 20 years? For real. Think about it.
This election needs to be the end of the con. The end of “trickle-down economics.” The end of the loopholes. The end of no rules for the rich and powerful. The end of veiled racism, sexism and homophobia as a way to distract those you’re ripping off.
This era of “relative truth” can end. We can return to science, facts and fairness. But it means stopping this right vs. left, Dem. vs. Repub., North vs. South idiocy. A lot of money was spent to divide us like this and every day that we don’t stop and question the messaging this country slips a notch.
We’ve been having the same argument for 30 years and the evidence is clear: Cutting taxes for the rich, deregulating all the rules set up after the Great Depression and needless wars don’t even remotely work, whether it’s George W. Bush or Romney who’s at the wheel of the belching sputtering Vega.
Seriously, America. Take a beat, think and look hard at the numbers. You’re better than this crap. And we’ve got real stuff to work on together.
-Adam McKay (via Huffington Post)
I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.
There are people in your life who are going to love you for all of the wrong reasons. They will love you for the best part of your face, the best part of you naked, the best mood on your best day, the best story you ever wrote, the best outfit you ever wore.
They are going to miss the scar on the underside of your nose from the time your older brothers dared you to run across a pile of logs. They won’t know that you fell on a hidden nail just as you completed the challenge. They’ll miss the scar on your finger, too from the time you were seven and closed a swiss army knife on it. They won’t understand that these are two of only a handful of things you can remember about your childhood. They’ll notice that you have great tits, but they’ll miss that your thumb tucks into their palm when you’re walking together and that your eyes have darker circles when a migraine is coming. They won’t know you get migraines. They won’t ask where the story you wrote came from, so they’ll never know that it was true. They’ll love it because it feels real to them. They’ll miss knowing the sweatshirt full of holes that they criticized you for wearing was your dads. You might tell them some of these things along the way, but they will remember the best things instead.
They will love your good moods, your energy, your sense of humor, but miss that you never turn to them, but rather to a shower or a pillow or the back of your throat to shed tears. They won’t ever consider you strong.
When the parts that aren’t your best come out, some people will shield their eyes as if you have just forced them to look directly into the sun for hours until their irises burn. They’ll silently make you promise to never show them that again. Those things are not to be shown. Be at your best so I can love you. I would love you more if only you never show me those things.
And you do not marry those people. You do not sit and sleepily drink coffee with those people. You leave those people and you remind yourself that they missed the better parts of you.
The Big Parade was a huge hit. When MGM discovered that a clause in Vidor’s contract entitled him to 20% of the net profits, studio lawyers called a meeting with him. At the meeting, MGM accountants played up the costs of the picture while downgrading the studio forecast of its potential success. Vidor was persuaded to sell his stake in the film for a small sum. The film ran for 96 weeks at the Astor Theater alone and grossed $5 million (approximately $50 million in 2003 dollars) domestically by 1930, making it the most profitable release in MGM history at that point.
Later, when asked about the decision, Vidor said, “I thus spared myself from becoming a millionaire instead of a struggling young director trying to do something interesting and better with a camera.”
Feeling guilty, Louis B. Mayer offered Vidor assurances of being able to freely select his own subject matter in between studio assignments and the director went on to make Hallelujah!, the first studio film to feature an all-black cast.
Boys Having Sex pt. 1:
I’ve been using these new markers that my friend, Alexander Barrett, gave me and they’ve reminded me to just draw, don’t fuss, just draw. No worries. I’m not that great at drawing, so I made a list of things I’d like to get better at: crying boys, crying girls, boys skateboarding, people having sex, crying vampires, monsters, statues, fake money, my best friends.. it goes on.. but, the past few nights I’ve been drawing people in intimate ways.. now, I’m sure this says something, whatever. I think it’s funny. and here’s part one. I’ll keep making them and be embarrassed by them. but, it sure is funny to me. Boys getting off, girl being bored.
I love adi.
I don’t like talking about 9/11 because my brain is still not able to think about that day without causing me to go through a lot of complex emotions. I thought this year it’d be able to pass just like any other Tuesday - I’m an adult now, and “time heals all wounds.” Even yesterday I was feeling fine about it, naively thinking I’ve dealt with it. The truth is, this is a wound that does not fully heal.
The magnitude of that day has affected the world we live in, it’s changed this country tremendously. So there are constant reminders, everywhere, which I departmentalize in my brain to a place where I can store it and move on and not get debilitated by the emotions surrounding it. But every September 11th, the emotions come out.
In conversations that strike up at a bar or the dinner table, people always get quiet when they realize they’ve brought up 9/11 in front of a New Yorker, and because of that I try my best to throw on a strong face and appear to be normal. What it comes down to is that nobody that was affected by that day will ever go back to that word in the same way. Normal is something different now.