“For this, the city has enlisted six deep-sea divers who are living for more than a month in a sealed 24-foot tubular pressurized tank complete with showers, a television and a Nerf basketball hoop, breathing air that is 97.5 percent helium and 2.5 percent oxygen, so their high-pitched squeals are all but unintelligible. They leave the tank only to transfer to a diving bell that is lowered 70 stories into the earth, where they work 12-hour shifts, with each man taking a four-hour turn hacking away at concrete to expose the valve.”—An Effort by Deep-Sea Divers to Repair a New York Water Tunnel - NYTimes.com
“Reviewing Chinese Democracy is not like reviewing music. It’s more like reviewing a unicorn. Should I primarily be blown away that it exists at all? […] I’ve been thinking about this record for 15 years; during that span, I’ve thought about this record more than I’ve thought about China, and maybe as much as I’ve thought about the principles of democracy. This is a little like when that grizzly bear finally ate Timothy Treadwell: Intellectually, he always knew it was coming. He had to. His very existence was built around that conclusion. But you still can’t psychologically prepare for the bear who eats you alive, particularly if the bear wears cornrows.”—Chuck Klosterman reviews Chinese Democracy | The A.V. Club
“The Dojinkai’s chairman at the time, Yoshihisa Matsuo, quickly complied, promising in the memorandum that members would not threaten passers-by, park illegally, mill around, throw away cigarette butts, litter or be a bad influence on schoolchildren. In the beginning, there were problems, which Ms. Shigematsu jotted down in a notepad she has kept to this day. Entries for Oct. 10, 1998, included: (1) “no greeting”; (2) “speaking loudly on the phone on the street late a night;” (9) “messy disposal of garbage.”
Not surprisingly, Ms. Shigematsu said the yakuza now respected the neighborhood’s rules.”—
“My Baby Love Love Loves Me” by Jonathan Richman from Not So Much To Be Loved as To Love (2004).
When I see Jonathan Richman one word pops into my head: “husband”.
Supposedly he lives in our neighborhood, although I’ve never seen him at Destination Bakery or drinking at the Station or anything. It doesn’t really matter. He’s still the best.
But the real reason I reblogged this is because I’ve been following this Georgia Hardstark person all week for the purpose of finding a good time to point out that “Georgia Hardstark” is the most unstoppable girl hero name ever. It makes me want to ditch software and spend all my time writing novels in which Georgia Hardstark kicks relentless ass and takes the occasional name.
So yesterday turned out pretty awesome. I kind of love jury duty. It starts out and I have to park here, which makes the morning just lovely b/c who doesn’t appreciate some nice architecture right away? I know I do. I assemble with my fellow jurors and get a nice seat in the corner. I proceed to read twobooks and on my lunchbreak, with my juror badge, I get to go to MOCA for free, see the Louise Bourgeois retrospective along with the Martin Kippenberger show. They never call my name and I get to go home at 4:15pm. Good day.
This sounds a lot like my jury experience, except for the part where I ended up on a jury for six weeks. Still a good time, though.
“It is not an uncommon sight to see cars racing down Mendocino Avenue on a Friday night. But it’s a different story altogether when the lead car giving chase contains an absolute funk music legend, pursued by five more cars driven by band members, some of whom have played with him for 40 years and are actual, literal family members.”—
I was actually in Santa Rosa that night for a wedding, and I remember seeing the Sly and the Family Stone sign as we drove past whatever concert venue that was. If only I’d been out on the road in time to see Sly tearing down 101 into the darkness.
“But “No on 8” was also a reactive campaign that did not anticipate the opposition’s arguments to sway swing voters. Bloggers were effective at pushing memes to define the opposition, but it failed to define much of the race. And “No on 8” did not push a simple and compelling message – “Obama Opposes Prop 8” – to the African-American community until the other side beat them to it, forcing them to play catch-up. This is no time for making excuses, or inspiring words that we’re part of a greater struggle. Our right to marry just got taken away from us, and we’ve got to be smart if we’re going to get it back.”—
That said, the crowd on hand to receive it — who repeatedly booed Obama, gave awkward, haphazard applause, and saved their greatest response for a mention of Sarah Palin — was a complete disgrace to McCain, the Republican Party, and the country.
The kids are anywhere from 8 to 14; enthusiasm is uniform. Their schools did polls and he won with numbers like 451-30. They wear Obama t-shirts, stickers on their cheeks. They quiz every adult in sight to make sure they voted the right way.
I’ve really had enough of Jacob’s recaps at TWoP. I stopped following their Battlestar Galactica coverage because of him, and now he’s done the same thing to Gossip Girl. The latest evidence: his 36-page recounting of last week’s highly mediocre episode, which by my estimation clocks in somewhere north of 15,000 words.
This, unfortunately, is not unusual. Jacob — although smart and capable of breathtakingly vicious criticism — is basically just a fanboy, and over time he becomes incapable of aiming any serious snark at shows in whose characters he has become invested. But he is more than a simple apologist. His recaps start filling in backstory or character motivations, preferring to ignore uneven plotting by retelling the tale in fuller form.
The Hybrid is the Ego, the soul, the CPU, the prefrontal cortex and the corpus callosum of the Basestar. She cares, and she monitors, and she jumps and she breathes and she sings, unceasingly. And the greatest of these is the jump. When you jump, you are everywhere and nowhere. You knit yourself into the fabric of everything that is, and was, and ever will be. You move beyond sight, or projection, or fate, or history, and into the everything. This has all happened before, and it will happen again, but in the moment of the jump it’s all happening at once. You are at one with the universe, in a very real way; your body is experiencing what the Hybrid sees all the time, and tries to tell us in her song. We are the ant, and the universe is the cloth; the jump is the wrinkle in time, the fold in space.
I can’t stomach this stuff — if the richness of a televised story isn’t apparent from what’s on the screen, it’s a failure of the show, and I don’t want to have the details filled in later by a proxy.
There are times when I really don’t like living in SF, and those times are mostly when I receive the voter’s guide.
I was thinking of doing a rundown between now and the election, but I don’t think I’d get them all done. Also, of the four people who read this thing, I think only one of them is actually from around here.
So does anyone want to explain the California propositions in three sentences?
Propositions 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 and 12 will make shit more expensive (bonds and regulations with costs that get passed on to taxpayers and consumers), and ask the people to make decisions on issues they’re not smart enough to fully comprehend, so you should vote NO on all of them. Propositions 4 and 8 whittle away at constitutional rights, so you should vote NO on them, as well. Proposition 11 is the only initiative on the ballot that reflects the original intent of the initiative process (i.e., reform) and also has the benefit of being a good idea, so you vote YES on that one.
I agree with most of this, though I voted (last Thursday) Yes on 2. It probably will increase the cost of California-produced eggs slightly, but I think it’s worthwhile for potentially healthier chickens. Anyways, I already pay the extra premium for free range eggs (and meat, when I can). It may make eggs imported from Mexico somewhat cheaper in comparison to local eggs, but it also makes them somewhat inferior. So there’s something that a market could actually sort out.