"I did everything you're supposed to do when you're on tour with the Rolling Stones."
— Annie Leibovitz remembers (sort of) photographing the band’s 1975 tourMoby, “Disco Lies.” The song isn’t anything new, but I dig the video: one bad-ass rooster goes back to the old ‘hood to take revenge on the white-haired Colonel who murdered his family. I detest watery, tasteless chicken and the factory farms where they’re produced (“raised” isn’t the right word) — so I guess you could say I can relate.
I saw this while I was on the machines at the gym today. Crunch TV is my only source for music television now that the once-noble MTV has forsaken me.
clembastow says: WHY
I say: This is clearly the work of a domestic knitting machine terrorist.
(Photo via corwood)
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- this is one of a series of charts comparing the size of world rivers and of world mountains; it’s from 1822
- it came from here; if the idea appeals to you, you really should go to the link, where you can get both a large size of the chart above and many other examples of similar charts
Yes, yes it does appeal.
Barack has met the threshold. Once Reagan met the threshold, people wanted to get rid of Carter and they did in a landslide. This is going to turn into a landslide.
Ed Rollins, political adviser to Ronald Reagan, on a possible Obama electoral landslide. Rollins would know, he worked on Reagan’s campaign. This didn’t seem possible back in January, but now it seems likely.
(via election08)
I’m certain that Obama will win, but I don’t think there’s any possibility of a landslide. Two reasons…
First, as I write this, McCain and Palin are changing tactics, with just enough time to spare.
They’ve sewn the seeds of xenophobic suspicion and outright fear. Now they’re consolidating their position by targeting knee-jerk “fiscal conservatives” (that is, people against federal spending) and anti-abortionists. Both populations are their natural supporters, who, it has been shown, can really turn out the vote when they see it as a battle in the ongoing culture war. (And it is this war that ensures that no national election, I believe, can be a landslide in early-21st century America.)
Second, McCain has shown that he’s willing to ditch the integrity and the “issues” he once held dear and launch nasty personal attacks. He’s hired the very people who used these dirty tactics so effectively against him in 2000. He’ll do whatever he think he needs to do to win.
Like our roads and levees, the electoral infrastructure in this nation is in a state of disrepair, and I believe that people on McCain’s team have illegally and pseudo-legally subverted it in the past two presidential elections. I’m certain they’ll try to do it again, with McCain’s tacit blessing.
All I can say is that Obama has the best-organized campaign in the history of the world — yes, the world — and they’re ready for voter intimidation and other tomfoolery on Nov. 4th. Unfortunately, many names have already been struck from the rolls, other voters have been warned off of voting, etc, but I think their numbers aren’t great enough to impact the election. What can make a difference is 8-hour lines at the polls in Ohio, preventing working people from voting — to name just one example.
Far from a landslide, I predict a late, late night, and possibly, certified results not confirmed until well into the next day, because of the inevitable voting “irregularities.”
He eats lamb chops and drinks a melony tokai from Friuli — today he recalls that wine as if he were tasting it again, the tawny flash and oily sway of it in the glass, the sour-sweet tang of the fat late grape. He is grieving for his wife, recently dead. Grief is an enormous globe that has been thrust unceremoniously into his arms, he totters under the unmanageable greasy weight of it. Thus burdened he has fled to the sinking city where there is no one who knows him and he knows no one.
John Banville, The Sinking City (a novel in progress), in the excellent Manchester Review.
Cheers to Alexi for the recommendation.
It’s only when the tide goes out that you learn who’s been swimming naked.
The Oracle of Omaha, who is currently snapping up lost trunks and bikini tops.
Ah, lunch: whole wheat no-knead pizza dough, grilled eggplant, grape tomatoes, sliced onion, Gruyere, parsley and basil.
Oh my.
PS: Will the no-knead pizza dough recipe go on Not Eating Out In NY? My dad would be very into that.
Seriously, what’s going on in the front row?
This photo reminds me of the one right after this pack of hyenas announced their first target for greenhouse gas reduction — 42 years away, when they’ll all be well into their 90s or, more likely, dead.
The bigger the crisis, the bigger their smiles. I feel like I can read their minds: We’ll put it all on the tab and let you poor fucks deal with the bill.
So long, suckers….
Tumblr caption contest! Bonus points if you can avoid references to the male reproductive organs.
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