“I’ve been crisscrossing the country again, without much reason.” I’ll impose criteria from time to time: north then east on the next interstate then north on the next. But I’ll grow bored or see something shiny and break my rules. Then I’ll reinstate them again with a modification, so I can adhere the next time. I don’t amble well.

I will grow tired and remind myself that rules are made to be broken.

Then I’ll remember that I don’t amble well. Too much freedom and I’m paralyzed. A crossroads in Nebraska. Corn to the horizons. How do I decide?

Shepard, Sam. (2009, November 23). Indianapolis (Highway 74). The New Yorker, 100-105.

Jon Gomm “Passionflower”

I came across this guy after hearing a cool story. Britain’s Got Talent called this guy up after this video went viral and asked if he wanted to be on the show. Open auditions ended months ago and here is this show breaking what it tells viewers are its standards for admission. Gomm turned down the invitation, even though it means instant fame, by telling Simon Cowell that he can kiss his ass. Don’t know if the story is true or not, but it makes for a good story regardless.

Christian Dumais’ office

Seriously, this is so cool. So cool that even his dogs look appealing. I want an office like this. I also want a TARDIS. Why doesn’t anyone give me a TARDIS?

LRT in St Paul video

It’s not 2001 anymore and the light rail coming to St Paul is way overdue. But how about this video for overdue. I keep expecting to see moving men asking “where is my MTV?”

tin foil ball

I’m not distracted so much as Bentley is distracted and that then distracts me. The Persian noted the other day that he appears squishy and he is, but we don’t tell him that, and so this is a neat way to trick him into exercise. And, it keeps him from his plotting to kill me.

image via pleinairaustin.org

en plein air – French. Expression for in plain air, used particularly of the act of painting outdoors

“But when his [Comstock in George Orwell’s Keep the Aspidistra Flying] girlfriend Rosemary becomes pregnant during the plein air frolics, he feels obliged to marry her and is trapped once again in his old job.” (Meyers 2005, 102)

What an interesting quotation to draw from on Valentine’s Day. VD, appropriately acronymed. On this day I kind of resent any woman I am in a relationship with. I’m not terribly romantic, I know I can do more most days (360), but on this day I react with the same visceral reaction I do on April 15 or whenever I have a court date. I refuse to give authority the power. I want to be alone. We eat out all the time, why then do we feel obliged to eat out tonight and make it special? The rest of the world is out, maybe we should instead stay in and cook and watch a movie. Or maybe go out with friends, it’s the one day we have friends that are going out to eat why not make a party of it? But none of those people want that, because then it is not special.

Let’s call it resentement. Nietzsche made it famous. The life lived in fear is not a life well lived and hence people come to resent their lives and the burdens they’ve been so eager to fulfill. Valentine’s Day is such a weight on many people to make things special that it can never live up to the expected special-ness. Why then do we engage? Because who can afford to be that guy?

Meyers, Jeffrey. (2005). George Orwell and the act of writing. The Kenyon Review, 27(4), 92-114.

image via Salon.com

So Obama says that no employer may choose not to cover contraception.

Bishops have taken a holier-than-thou approach, naturally, which amounts to little more than finger wagging. Eli has a sweet reply to their claim that the state should not involve itself into church affairs. But the preaching needs to continue from there.

Churches are exempt from the contraception coverage requirement. The Obama administration was very clear that the regulations do not apply to the family of pastors (on pastor’s health care plan provided by the church) or to Stacy the secretary at the local First Congregation. So then, who constitutes the controversy? Large organizations affiliated with a church. The University of St Thomas. Georgetown University. Baylor University. These are not bastions of hardcore fundamentalists, even though there may be some lurking around campus, but rather nearly-secular institutions clamoring to have some ties to a particular religious outlook. That will upset some of the Baylor folks, but that’s only because they know I am correct. Let us not forget the hospitals. Baylor Health Centers operate in one of the poorest areas of Dallas as well as numerous facilities in suburban areas and rural areas. Where Baylor has an extensive network of medical offices, imagine the scope of the Catholic affiliated hospitals throughout the country. This ruling is not about church secretaries.

These are organizations that employ thousands of people and not everyone is a believer of the affiliation. Universities are also notorious for hiring some of the poorer elements of their communities. There are some jobs you cannot pay your already-indentured (read: students) to do. It’s the preying on the poor in the name of profits or dogma that Obama is targeting in this new pronouncement.

Let us also look closely at the Catholics. The Baptists will be upset regardless of what Obama says (the sky is blue) and they seem to have at least internalized that they will oppose and resist Obama regardless what he does. The Guttmacher Institute cites 98% of Catholic women have used contraception. Is this another case of the bishops being so out of touch with their laity? I’ll refer again to Eli’s argument about pedophilia. The nerve.

Plus this new decision numbers out. Covering contraception is cheap, even when the economies of scale are not on this scale. It is, however, a burden on the individual payer, sometimes insurmountable when there are physicians refusing to write prescriptions and pharmacists refusing to fill those prescriptions, and given the enormity of the costs on the other end, this is a sound government policy. It is much cheaper to pay for a prevented pregnancy than to pay for raising an unwanted child. Hell, it’s far cheaper to pay for an abortion than to raise an unwanted child, but no politician can make that argument even though that is the true alternative these pious idiots are really clamoring for.

At the end of the day it is measures like these that must take place if we are to continue an employment based insurance scheme. The system has become too full of carved out niches and cadillac plans to support itself. If changes like these are not made, then a new scheme of insurance will need to be found. In the long view that would be preferable, but there are actual people paying the costs for these decisions.

“The boy is making breakfast for his sister — fried eggs and cheap frozen sausages, furred with ice — when he sees a man eating an apple from the tree outside his window.” The boy is angry, but too afraid to confront the man. The tree is a stele with their parents’ initials cut into a heart on the trunk.

The sister comes into the kitchen asking if he’s seen the man.

Yes.

What do we do?

Nothing.

But —

— nothing.

He cracks more eggs into the pan. The boy will take the breakfast to the man in exchange for an unadulterated tree.

Puchner, Eric. (2011). Beautiful monsters. Tin House, 50, 130-147.

“A still August night.” The air is humid, mugging your energy. Mosquitos swim at you, black streamers flapping as you move your arms slapping them.

He will tell you the lights are bright in Houston. It’s a lie. He wants them to be bright. New Yorkers do not need to invent lauds. Houstonians are embarrassed. If pressed he will walk it back to Houston’s potential.

“But, no serial murders.”

“No culture.”

“Cowboy hats.”

“No culture.”

“M F A H.”

“Unpronounceable acronyms do not count.”

“It is not New Yahk but it has potential and the lights are bright.”

“And there.”

Chekhov, Anton. (1886). A dead body.

Stephen Colbert defending Planned parenthood

The ruckus over Komen and Planned Parenthood have resurrected this gem from Colbert in 2011. Who knew AZ Senator Kyl was a comedian too?

Extreme Points of the Earth

I love Wikipedia. Who knew that the farthest point on land from the center of the earth is not the summit of Mt Everest? Not even on Asia. Not even in the same hemisphere. Fascinating stuff.

Whale Shark caught in Pakistan

I have no problem with fishing. I have a problem with whaling. I’ve even given soem thought to joining the Sea Shepherd. So, this video makes me a little sad. It is a fish and not a mammal, but it’s so big and gentle that it smacks of whaling. Regardless, it’s interesting to watch the size of this thing and the amount of effort needed for humans to manipulate it around. I hope it fed a lot of people.

via cheezburger.com

eejit – Irish slang. Idiot

“He hid behind that, the fact that he acted the eejit, that it was him, as he bent down to the charred meat on the plate a few minutes later, and licked it.” (Doyle 2010, 6)

Some days are wastes. The next sentence will paint me the eejit. The wasted days show a tight correlation by what happens the night before. Last night some friends and I had a bourbon tasting party. Four Roses single barrel, Woodford Reserve, Blanton’s and Connemara. The last one is not a bourbon but an Irish whiskey. A peated Irish whiskey.

We all agreed that the Blanton was our least favorite. That was sad because on a list which ranked some bourbon the Blanton’s was ranked the best and there were some really expensive bourbons on that list. Again. Eejit trusting a ranking system on the internet without researching who wrote the list.

Of the bourbons our preferences went: Woodford Reserve then Four Roses then Maker’s Mark and finally Blanton’s.

Doyle, Roddy. (2010). Blood. In Neal Gaiman & Al Sarrantonio, eds. (2010). Stories: All new tales (5-14). NY: William Morrow.

Downton Abbeyonce

I blame Eli for introducing me to Downton Abbey. If you have been living under a rock: it’s an upstairs-downstairs drama and for some reason it is really really likable. It is Obama in a genre of Newts. Downton Abbeyonce is a Tumblr site that combines pictures of the show with lyrics from Beyonce. Maybe if I were into Beyonce I would find this as distracting as others do. Regardless, it is still creative. And it is inline with how creativity really works, via articulation, and why copyright laws are deleterious.

Elizabeth Warren

I carry a lot of crushes in my stoopidnoodle. Most of them would just leave me dumbstruck but then for most of them what would there be to talk about? They’re supernaturally gorgeous and uberrich, possibly even tempted to think they earned it and need not share it. Elizabeth Warren not only gets it, but preaches it. Yea, I crush on her.

Will Self on the Olympics

If you do not know Will Self, then you should pick up some of his stuff. This interview is a good starter for his sensibilities. If you’re a fan of the Olympics, then you should definitely read this. Sadly, the interview is edited down to just the entertaining portions, but Self does have a good criticism of the Olympics especially since it’s all spectacle and that’s the only unique thing about it. I wish he was not so blase about the presence of other international athletic competitions making the Olympics redundant at best.

Books Bought

Books Read

McSweeney’s 39 Cormac McCarthy The Crossing
Grantland 1 Scott Westerfeld Goliath
N+1 Occupy: Scenes From Occupied America Paul Hendrickson Hemingway’s Boat
Paul Hendrickson Hemingway’s Boat James Dashner The Death Cure

 

People have been telling me for years to read McCarthy. He’s similar enough to Hemingway. Short sentences full of silence and anxiety. An overriding sense of despair that the reader cannot shake. I cannot shake it. I’ve even returned to some Henry Miller as an antidote and it helps some. How does the average Barnes & Noble bottom-feeder shake it?

Not as pretty as Blood Meridian or All The Pretty Horses but it packs a wallop. I was going to attach some of my favorite quotations from the book, but why bother. It’s all nonsense, and yet that is McCarthy’s brilliance. He makes the desolate seem inviting. He’s what Ralph Lauren once had, an affection for the simplicity of the Western.

It’s been a drunk month. It has also been a productive month for writing, but mainly it’s about the drunkenness as that is what most directly trades off with my reading time at the end of the night.

It could also be that I have been reading some heady stuff and I move slowly as a reader, but when given the heady stuff I’m molasses. Sometimes a break is needed and that is what Scott Westerfeld offers. Goliath is third in a series about an alternate account of World War I. These books are written for high school students. There is innocent running-through-daisies kind of boy/girl action. There is some fighting and ultimately there is suspense. It’s odd but the books are really well done. If you are a fan of steampunk, then they are definitely worth a read.

The books use not only steampunk as a vehicle to change history, but it also employs genetic engineering. Imagine if Europe was split into the west as Darwinists who genetically engineer creatures into fantastic beasts of burden, all kinds of burden. And eastern Europe who uses steampunk technology to labor. Now put them against each other in World War I and it’s an interesting premise that Westerfeld’s writing ability adds to.

Break achieved it was back to Hendrickson. To claim this was a bio of Hemingway is inaccurate. I bought it thinking it was precisely that. I read it. Even until the last page I was wondering when it would return to Hemingway. It didn’t, but I wasn’t disappointed. It’s a worthy book in the Hemingway cannon regardless. Let’s qualify it. Instead of a biography it’s a book about how Hemingway broke people and a slight investigation into why he may have done so, especially his son Gigi. Yea, I like that description. For Hemingway fans that will read anything despite the dread of plodding through another bio, this is a change of pace, a breath of fresh air. It’s also a good account of how not to live and how to write.

Another break was needed so I returned to the YA lit field. The final Maze Runner book has been out even though it escaped my attention. The Death Cure was an okay read. Now that I have completed the trilogy I wish I had not started it. The first book was fantastic, but it is impossible to read it and not continue the series. The final book throws out the most basic ethical scenario: lifeboat ethics. Thankfully Dashner does not arrive at a correct answer. But the book is boring and pedantic. Part of my problem is not reading the books consecutively. If I could do it over I would take a week and just read the three back to back and I suspect I would have enjoyed it more. There were too many developments and characters in the first two books that I had forgotten by the time I opened the third. C’est la vie.

 

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