Tomorrow’s game is Panthers 29, Patriots 21. This from Sony, who run the “989 Sports Game Before the Game” competition on a PlayStation2. Thing is, it’s consistently predicted the winner for eight years now. They put some Carolina wide-reciever behind one controller, and a New England wide-out behind the other, and that’s how that song plays, 29-21.
But it's further, stranger than that. The 1up Bowl: NFL Fever, Madden, GameDay, and ESPN 04 all on auto, each one a different console. Machine vs. machine, and 1up breaks it down play by play, revealing just what tomorrow looks like. Would that the Sims had such predictive accuracy, we'd be living in suburbs, pissing the floor.
Ever wondered what the Apple referred to? Obviously, it's a symbol of Evolutionism Propoganda.
"Consider the name of the company and its logo: an apple with a bite taken out of it. This is clearly a reference to the Fall, when Adam and Eve were tempted with an apple by the serpent. It is now Apple Computers offering us temptation, thereby aligning themselves with the forces of darkness."
The Bible Beaters may be on to something: the aforementioned bite out of the apple (the fall), Darwin, Hexley (the Darwin mascot), the original price of the Apple ($666.66), but then it devolves into silliness...(Emacs? Switch? Think different? Firewire?)
(Thanks to Sebastien and Jessica.)
psuedo_samurai asks: "My longtime girlfriend recently had to move to complete her studies at a University, which is nowhere near where I live. Talking on the phone is quickly becoming old, as I'm a typical guy and hate being on the phone longer than 3 minutes, but I try. So I was thinking - I like games, she likes to talk, why not combine the two? So are there any online games suggested for couples using a headset? I can't see Counter-Strike or Rainbow Six working, but I was thinking maybe DDR Ultramix on Xbox Live? How about PC titles with headset support? Any suggestions?"
In 1971 a German psychiatrist, Herr Dr. Wolfgang Huber, believed that the organic cause of most psychological disorders was simply capitalism. Not more and not less.
That's 23 years ago, and lots has changed. Now U.S. psychopharmaceuticals are in the full cycle of what ad agencies call "ethical marketing". As far as the market is concerned, the companies that make those drugs are evaluated not in terms of efficacy or innovation, but rather, like any other manufacturer: market share. They have to grow their consumer base, same like Toyota or Heinz. You could argue over whether capitalism is the problem, but it's definitely not part of the solution.
Back in '71, Huber's mental patients wound up forming the terrorist group "Sozialistisches Patienten Kollektiv," mostly known as the SPK. Some say Huber trained them to build and use bombs to alleviate their depression; if he didn't, someone else did. The SPK blew up the German embassy in Stockholm, stuff like that. Many of them ended up in the Red Army Faction, or dead or in prison.
I'm not suggesting that blowing up embassies in Sweden is any cure for any thing in the world, but I always appreciated Huber's pragmatic insight that cultural conditions could be directly related to dysfunction or psychosis.
That said, I have also always appreciated the lives saved by anti-depressants, among those who need them. There's nothing abstract about it when they are necessary and when they work. It's just that those drugs are also part of a continuum of conditions, maybe the same ones they're designed to cure.
And in the meantime, AKPress is republishing the SPK manifestoes and theses, available by DHS-supervised mail.
(I just posted this as a comment on someone else's blog, but it's entry-sized, so I'm parking it here)
Kevin, is that your scooter?
it seems like it's only been in the past three years that private conversations about "the story" -- we can call it conversations about the meta narrative, if we like -- have been so explicit. In today's Times:
""We'll have to get Cheney the new memo," one White House official said after Mr. Cheney's comments. "As soon as we write it.""
Did I miss the moment during Clinton when planning the spin became the story, rather than the spin itself? I know that we've been lumbering for it since the day Frederic Jameson was born, but still, it surprises me.
Sperm whale explodes on the street in Tainan, Taiwan (my mom's hometown).
"More than 100 Tainan city residents, mostly men, have reportedly gone to see the corpse to 'experience' the size of its penis."
>Surfing the web, playing computer games and using mobile phones are collectively becoming known as 'contact addiction'.
Some cases are quite extreme, not just MechAssault on XBox, it's cell phones, it's SMS: "Symptoms include a compulsion to text ... taking precedence over everything else, and feeling moody and irritable when unable to feed the compulsion."
In the spirit of "What's Up, Tiger Lilly?" - make your own Fanta Shokata movie.
From the Republians' strategy memo, post-new hampshire, post-howard dean, via The Note:
"While the majority of Democratic voters on Election Day in New Hampshire held unfavorable views of President Bush, they did not consider themselves angry. Despite the Democratic candidates' best efforts; only 49% of the voters described themselves as angry, while a majority said they were not angry."
I always wanted to write an essay on all the irreplaceable things I've lost, ruined, or destroyed. Stuff along the lines of "this one of a kind item" we've all cried laughing over. ("So, you're done with that, then?")
I always thought that my essay would center around one specific object: my original Baader-Meinhof 1971 wanted poster, which was crumpled up and thrown out by a cleaning woman in 2001. That in this collision of the Baader-Meinhof gang, some ad guy in Brooklyn, and a cleaning woman from the Bronx, a void opened up.
Something about a poster for people who were missing, which became a poster of people who were dead, how that poster survived 30 years only to end up in a brooklyn dumpster. How there are some things we do that we can never undo, and how that has some physical analogue. How that idea lives in objects.
It's not a poster they'll ever run again. There's not a day I don't look at where it used to be in my apartment, there's not a day I don't check my automated eBay search. But today, this loss is diminished and transformed, because today I just bought a reproduction of that poster, from the one place I should have been looking the whole time: The Baader Meinhof Gift Store. There are echoes, and echoes of echoes, and there's feedback, and there's silence, and somewhere in that poster I could find each of these.
I remember stumbling across a pair of boots for Ultima Online, while searching for something else, back in 1999. I searched for "Ultima Online," and found over 50 other auctions of virtual goods. I thought, that's about as far as things are going to go. That's as far as they can go.
As with the prices of those original UO boots, I'm surprised at the prices we'll pay for the things we'll never have.
TMonkey, you're in charge of pulling data from weather.com, and displaying the painting that best expresses New York in that moment. Here's right now, for example.
Have you watched this show? Oh my god. Raw power, beauty, and emotion. In last night's episode (the Seattle P-I seems to have weekly wrap-ups; the official site does not include the current season. Fire somebody.), Catie had a complete meltdown 'cause she's afraid of heights and the shoot involved being suspended in a harness in a decaying old brewery. Xiomara had a hissy fit at the end, during the judging, 'cause she thought the art director was spending all his time comforting Catie, who, in the end, had one of the best photos of the episode. Then, at the end, when one of America's Next Top Model candidates is eliminated, it was down to Xiomara and Heather, and Xiomara got to stay and she wept, and then, I couldn't believe it, the host and master of ceremonies, Tyra Banks, actually broke down, too. It was unbelievable. Next week: Catie melts down again!
Several years ago, Marc Smith at Microsoft Research was talking about a future in which all products in the world had a kind of economic and even social transparency to them, because their bar codes could trigger cascades of comparative data -- if you knew how to pull it from the air.
Smith is sharp like tacks and teeth are sharp, but I confess that at the time, I found this vision kind of naive. It may have been the ways that Smith was talking about it -- that we would pull indexed information on corporate social policies, and make our buying decisions based on that. Not because I don't want it, but because I don't believe in America like that.
The imagery that Smith brought to mind was made concrete for me in James Patten's clever but spoofish Corporate Fallout Detector. Idealistic, but not so pragmatic; even if you could do the same thing with a PDA, I see few precedents to suggest that anyone would want to. The technology itself seemed plausible, but I couldn't recognize any social future that resembled the story Smith was telling. Historically, in the US -- as opposed to Europe -- most social values are voiced through political choices (voting) as opposed to consumer choices (buying).
Beyond the social indices, you could get comparative price information, but look at where Amazon is today and where all the "comparebot" technologies went by comparison. There's a million contextual purchasing factors, like convenience, environment, reliability, and reputation; all of these determine the value of products in those moments we make buying decisions. The comparative index of other available prices is only one piece of data, often the least important. Think about people who pay $10,000 more for the Escalade than the identically constructed Tahoe, just because the Escalade has this on it. It's America, we buy brands and experiences, not products. We don't need a GPS receiver to tell us which way the wind blows.
I'm changing my mind, though, in part because I discovered Google's newest suite of tools the other day. "Search by Number" provides tools to use numbers to track UPS, FedEx and USPS packages, but also auto VIN codes, FAA airplane registry information, FCC equipment, UPC codes and even patents. It's predictably extraordinary and obvious, but it feels as if crosses two thresholds.
First, using Google to track packages, products, vehicles and airplanes represents the closest points of tangency between google and the tactile world. Search engines in their original conception are echoes of echoes, indexing a world of homepages and blogs that is already parallel to real life. But using them to track objects SM+L means that consumer technologies are indexing the world, not the web.
Second, related, is simply the implosive sense of collapsing everything -- patents and airplanes and every consumer product -- down to binary form. It's a reverse Matrix, every concrete thing in the world rendered unto data, a kind of binary atomization. Every object in the world with unique digital identification, all of it now moving through a single Google conduit. What’s remarkable about this stream of data is that it’s so thin, somehow singular.
I think that when I found it difficult to imagine Smith's future, part of what I lacked vision for was some kind of aggregate conduit (outside of its most negative possibilities). So now there's a google index for all the objects in the world, the ones in the stores, mail, air and transit. Google knows what consumer goods corresponds to what UPC codes. For example, Google might know that the #036632006226 I’m eating right now is 8 ounces, but it doesn’t know which 8 ounces; to these eyes, every Blueberry yogurt looks the same.
But that will probably change, soon, because beyond the Google number-world, there’s two other technologies in play right now. I just discovered ePC codes, which are like UPC codes, but each one is unique:
“There are several key differences between an EPC and a bar code. First, the EPC is designed to provide a unique serial number for every item in the system. By contrast, bar codes only identify groups of products. So, all cans of Diet Coke have the same bar code more or less. Under EPC, every can of Coke would have a one-of-a-kind identifier.”
The second technology, RFIDs, are media-visible, in part because privacy advocates have thrown the appropriate flag. What RFIDs do is add geography to the data cloud. There’s nothing abstract about it, even as the real plans for Gillette’s RFID-embeds calcify into myth. There’s nothing abstract about it: products will know where they are. Combine RFID and ePC, and it’s not the geography of products, it’s the geography of objects.
So now it’s not that a razor knows where it is, it’s that this razor knows where it is. This thought is recent but not new, it’s a substantial part of what Howard Rheingold addresses in Smart Mobs. The thing that’s new is the idea of a civilian technology – namely, Google – aggregating and linking all that data at street level.
Marc Smith’s example, the one I couldn’t envision at the time, was of pervasive access to product information. “Google numbers” resolves that, more or less, since the same pipe that brings you news also resolves codes. But it goes far further: with ePCs, you’re not googling the product, you’re googling the object. Where it is, where it might have been, its status, perhaps. In addition to all the contextual information surrounding that object, e.g., the web.
As of today there’s one channel that’s tracking where FedEx packages and airplanes go. That same channel will soon include all the data on all the other objects: razors, yogurt, whatever. Google becomes the network to which everything in the world is broadcasting, and which everyone is watching. Like cloning, or dumping robots on oblivious and distant planets, if we can do this, we probably will.
Or: It’s not a search engine. It’s an atlas.
Where did it all go wrong, George, where did it all go wrong? Where. Did it all. Go wrong.
Years ago, when that ad map came out, I remember a media planner running into DDB yelling, holding the map, pointing, pointing: "this is great! this is great! look, there's nothing over here!"
If I was in the surveillance business -- and I ain't saying I'm not -- that second map would be a lot more valuable to me than to the constituencies that oppose it. Just because information's for free, don't mean it's for nothing, and then every map has two sides, evidently.
long snip from one of my favorite political blogs, Orcinus:
"From yesterday's coverage of the New Hampshire primary on CNBC, with John Siegenthaler interviewing George McGovern, himself a decorated veteran:
Siegenthaler: I just want to talk about Wesley Clark for a second . . . because he had a tough time in some cases in New Hampshire. Some people said his endorsement from Michael Moore where he called President Bush a deserter --- and then Wesley Clark refused to distance himself from Michael Moore was really a difficult time for him. And that he stumbled a couple of times up there in New Hampshire. How do you react to that?
McGovern: Well look, I know he was severely criticized for not rebuking the contention that George W. Bush was a deserter.
But what would you call him?
He avoided the war in Viet Nam by signing up for the Texas National Guard -- and then didn't show up.
He missed half of his time by not showing up for the National Guard training.
Maybe there's some kinder word than deserter. But in my book that's not too far from the truth.
And I think General Clark is a man who never backed away from battle -- who volunteered to be a part of the armed forces of this country -- as I did.
People like that are not going to defend George W. Bush on his military record.
Siegenthaler: (Stunned) Issues of war and peace continue to be a controversy -- and a part of this campaign as we head through 2004.
Weather reports from the virtual world.
I remember back in the 70s and 80s when you actually had to risk life and limb to bomb a car. Kids these days.
(Check out the video -- it's scarily pretty the way it moves.) (via Gizmodo)
At Davos, Bill Gates has promised to "end SPAM" in two years. For those not holding their breaths, spamgourmet seems to rock (at least for spam propogated through email registration on sites like the fucking latimes).
Oh, in other e-mail related news: it appears that Clinton only sent two emails during his entire presidency. "Of the two Mr Clinton sent, one was a test to see if the president could push an e-mail button."
Prince & Greene
>Two jokey artisans with a weekend table on that corner have watched so many spectacular face plants that they decided to pay respect to the fallen. The Trip Award, given to the best spill of the day, is a two-inch statuette, made of beads and wood, created to commemorate your moment of exquisite humiliation.
I hesitated to post this, because posting is propagating, but this will race through blogworld regardless. It's no endorsement, mind you. To quote Tim Etchells, hard to watch and hard not to watch.
Here at Saturation, we consider it our job to track how the world ends, and what I'm saying is that it's ending somewhere right around here.
Are you dope enough to breakdance for the pope?
You know, I often look at some guy jacked into a verizon hotspot and go man, I fuckin love living in the future. But today I saw this and Irealized that this is the future.That this is the single most vivid portrait we'll have for what it will look like, if when you say it you mean the world.
NYT>>>It is a digital pony express: five Motomen ride their routes five days a week, downloading and uploading e-mail. The system, developed by a Boston company, First Mile Solutions, uses a receiver box powered by the motorcycle's battery. The driver need only roll slowly past the school to download all the village's outgoing e-mail and deliver incoming e-mail. The school's computer system and antenna are powered by solar panels. Newly collected data is stored for the day in a computer strapped to the back of the motorcycle. At dusk, the motorcycles converge on the provincial capital, Ban Lung, where an advanced school is equipped with a satellite dish, allowing a bulk e-mail exchange with the outside world.
Reminds me, too, of a similar project in our own third world, the Metropolitan Transit Authority.
Still, when she talks about the difference in wages between baseball workers and baseball players, it takes her breath away.
"We sacrifice a lot so they can play," she said. "It's an injustice that we kill ourselves to make these balls perfect, and with one home run, they're gone."
I'm not quite sure what to say about this except that it's like trafficking in shadows, somehow.
>The Database of Intentions is simply this: The aggregate results of every search ever entered, every result list ever tendered, and every path taken as a result. It lives in many places, but three or four places in particular hold a massive amount of this data (ie MSN, Google, and Yahoo). This information represents, in aggregate form, a place holder for the intentions of humankind - a massive database of desires, needs, wants, and likes that can be discovered, supoenaed, archived, tracked, and exploited to all sorts of ends. Such a beast has never before existed in the history of culture, but is almost guaranteed to grow exponentially from this day forward. This artifact can tell us extraordinary things about who we are and what we want as a culture. And it has the potential to be abused in equally extraordinary fashion.
The CIA -- whose track record in terms of predicting revolution and civil war is not shabby -- looks into their tea leaves. Iraq, soon, thanks, W.
something about the Scion posters up around town made me pause... and it took a second. and then I thought, finally, the marketers have adopted the hacker alphabet: www.5c10n.com
but it turns out to be funnier than that. no one at scion's agency (Attik? Fresh Machine?) registered that url before it went up on billboards and posters. And so a Mr. Kevin Scherle, and his son, Calvin, own it. At least it seems that way. Maybe its a deep meta advertising mind fuck.
His liver became toxic, his cholesterol shot up from a low 165 to 230, his libido flagged and he suffered headaches and depression.
That's what happened to Morgan Spurlock after he watched the State of the Union - only kidding - it's what happened after he decided to eat three meals a day for 30 days at McDonald's and document the impact on his health.
the interesting question, this morning at least, is, what will blogging do in/for the 2008 election?
Because memes conflate before they disappear. For those of you who missed the MLK "I Have a Dream" remix on Mefi, and also missed Howard Dean's scream on everywhere, here's the Howard Dean remixes, brought to you by everyone everywhere.
Gary Panter will make you a drawing "on the subject of your choice (within reasonably wide parameters of taste). You provide one-to-three keywords (see samples below) and the artist will free associate thereupon. The drawing will be signed to your name or initials. "
When Hermann Snellen codified the eye chart as we know it, he also experimented with ways to test the eyes of children and illiterates. See more of this on the splendid Giornale Nuovo, and the book from which these images are taken at Redstone Press.
Ever wonder what products might become the "next big thing"? This list is for you. Here you'll find the latest innovative items bought by experts and trendsetters at Amazon.com that are changing the way we work and play.
Whonamedit.com is a biographical dictionary of medical eponyms. It is our ambition to present a complete survey of all medical phenomena named for a person, with a biography of that person. Eventually, this will include more than 15.000 eponyms and more than 6.000 persons.
If anyone has questions about how back-end blackhat PR works, here's a rare glimpse. From a mis-sent email from the Grocery Manufacters of America, seeking to discredit anti-RFID advocates:
>The e-mail, written by a college intern at GMA, reads, "I don't know what to tell this woman! 'Well, actually we're trying to see if you have a juicy past that we could use against you.'"
Remember in fifth grade, when you knew your parents were going to beat you for getting a 78 in History, so you changed the 7 to a 9 on your report card? Well, this is the architectural equivalent.
So, even if Ender's Game had never been written, it would still be strange. It would still be strange that amidst the tragedy and carnage over in Baghdad, American soldiers are playing Halo while Iraqi kids are playing Crash Bandicoot.
(There are interesting side notes in the Salon article. One is that it was illegal to ship PS2s to Iraq because of their number-crunching abilities, and two is that the secret police played through every game to search for anti-Saddam material. Three is that Medal of Honor: Allied Assault is popular in Baghdad)
(Also? I've been playing MechAssault with some of those American soldiers. They're pretty good at it, which is surprising and not.)
(Also, the author of the excellent Salon article is Wagner James Au, also known as Hamlet Linden)
I've been thinking for days about how to talk about Spalding Gray. Anna and I went to see him rehearse a new monologue, about three weeks before he disappeared. There were two stories, the first about the car crash in Ireland, which he was working through, and the second I don't even remember, because he could barely get through it. I remember thinking that he must be on serious painkillers for the car crash, and that they must have affected his concentration.
And I remember watching him shuffle offstage, with no regard for the applause, not rebuffing it, but somehow not noticing it either. If you had to characterize what it means to be depressed, it would have something to do with having a group of strangers in front of you, standing up and applauding, and being unable to see the strangers or hear the applause.
Every day I look at the east river, I wait for the moment -- sometime around 3 PM -- when it reverses direction. There's one minute or so where it actually stands still, and I had never noticed this phenomenon until George Plimpton pointed it out from the view from his apartment. I always try to catch that view and that moment from here at work, and I think about Plimpton every time. Now I find myself thinking about Spalding Gray as well, different river, same water. Different river, but the same water, something like that.
I haven't been able to find better words than those, but Gray's old friend John Perry Barlow recalls very moving memories of their time together, and makes no apologies for Gray's despair, or his decisions.
I like Ready-Made-Logos a lot better than Gem Sweaters because these people are actually serious. I think we should all pony up a bit and get one for saturation.
Mummy, where do babies come from?
Is granny your mum? Did you like the same things as I do when you were my age? Am I against the law?
"The use of performance-enhancing drugs like steroids in baseball, football, and politics is dangerous, and it sends the wrong message."
Say it ain't so. Johnny Rotten succumbs to reality tv.
seen on a t-shirt (well, sweatshirt) last night: "New York Is Cold But I Like Where I'm Living."
Jon Haddock, one of the most consistently interesting artists I know of (which narrows the sample considerably), got famous a few years ago for two series of digital or digital-ish images: Screenshots of famous events, and internet porn images with the porn removed. Last spring I happened upon the installation of his 98/107, a papier-mache documentation of how our beloved senate voted on the Patriot Act.
Now Haddock is mining the drawing style of 1930s cartoons to treat some other tragic events. Or, in the case of the above image, "recent tragic events." I'm not sure I've ever seen a cartoon image more shocking.
For a few days, I thought that a whole network of values and ideologies had come together to show that things could be done a little differently than in the past. Then I woke up and read Ad Age. Again.
If you are anywhere near the north east and can't crawl into a TonTon carcass like Luke Skywalker on planet Hoth, try a gem sweater for some extra warmth.
so Margaret Cho got a lot of hate email after a drudge report... and then she posted some of said email. Which is the usual, but what's odd is how many come from big, obvious domains: va.gov. dot.wv.us. agedwards.com. It is tempting to go above their heads, with such clear lines of sight.
Between the ages of 10 and 22, I grew up in the Reagan/Bush White Houses, and I hated those presidents with whatever the rations of hate I had available.
But today when George W. Bush visited Martin Luther King's grave, he was booed and harassed. So remind me, is there some other example within our lifetimes of a point where the President of the United States was ridiculed and rejected in a solemn context like that? Was there ever another time when the President of the United States was told to "GO HOME" when visiting one of those united states?
Because which home is that, and how exactly would he go there? Could it really be that Atlanta, Georgia is a different country than the District of Columbia? More different than it was during the civil war? Less different?
Old Economy: "New Economy"
Pickup Truck: VW Beetle
Willy Loman: William Shatner
This article in the Washington Monthly by Richard Florida suggests, for one, that reverse immigration is a result of the GOP's agenda and our current situation which I might paraphrase (or rephrase) thusly: the Cambrian explosion of the 90s fed the Clinton years, which were fueled by the "creative class", many immigrants, and the 9-11 asteroid changed the climate, and many corporate species have died off leaving creative people unemployed. Now we've returned to a celebration of Old Economy ways of making money -- exploitation of natural resources rather than human resources of innovation and creativity.
The problem is, the Bust was real, in some ways more real than the hype of the Boom. Where does our creative energy go now? Berlin? Tokyo? London? Online dating sites? Porn?
From the account of CLUI's trip to Irwindale: "At the Irwindale Speedway stop, the bus did a loop on the track, nearly tipping over on the 10 degree embankments. Then on the drag strip, the bus hit a top speed of 40 miles an hour at the finish line, possibly a record for a fully loaded tour bus."
By Al Kamen
Wednesday, January 14, 2004; Page A17
Asked Monday about former Treasury secretary Paul H. O'Neill's allegation that the administration was preparing to attack Iraq from its first days in office, President Bush told reporters that "we were dealing with Desert Badger or flyovers and fly-betweens and looks, and we were fashioning policy along those lines."
Desert Badger? This led to some head scratching around town. A Nexis search reveals no public mention of a recent operation called Desert Badger, although there are references to the University of Wisconsin Badgers.
So it seemed we're left with several alternatives:
1. Bush has revealed a heretofore undisclosed Pentagon name for some campaign in Iraq, maybe to enforce the "no-fly" zones or to suppress antiaircraft operations.
2. He's thinking of the famous Project Badger, a biological warfare vaccine study.
3. He was recalling those Iraqi TU-16 "Badger" bombers.
4. He's confusing his foxes and his badgers -- Operation Desert Fox was the name for a four-day bombing campaign against Iraq in December 1998.
What's great about the internet is that it provides a kind of mathematical proof for every chunk of conventional wisdom.
MSN Direct. A watch that tells you what the weather is in Seattle (shitty), who's looking for you (your boss), and what he has to say to you (you're late).
lunch today, buying a copy of vol. one of Caro's Johnson bio at a thrift store. Counter guy: "LBJ? Lowlife. That guy killed a lot of my friends."
Ben Gibbard, from Death Cab For Cutie:
>I've been thinking about my REAL influences lately, and I've realized that the question should really go a little further back, a little deeper. Probably back to a time before I knew who Fugazi and Pavement were. For me, that time was the 80s, and it was in the music of Hall & Oates.
Auletta-Bush gossip in the Daily News: "He didn't free the slaves. He didn't rid the world of Hitler. He didn't even - like his father - preside over the destruction of the Berlin Wall. Yet George W. Bush tells New Yorker writer Ken Auletta: "No President has ever done more for human rights than I have.""
'This will be the best drawing, Like the first one, only better. If I'm not careful I'll lose control of my movements, but I won't, because I know. I know'
100-percent sloughing immediately made me think of that line in Jesus' Son where the main character sums up the ailments of the people in the hospital/institution he's working in: "You and I don't know about these diseases until we get them, in which case we also will be put out of sight."
So, a few weeks ago I was watching "2001" on TV and thought to myself, "Now what the hell ever happened to that future?" Well, looks like Dubya heard me. Evidently we're going back to the moon. And Mars, too. See you all at Clavius.
mediawhoresonline is back and not a moment too soon... who else is going to do this level of photoshop work?
Lisa Chamberlain suggests in the NYObserver that we Gen-Xers are in an unprecedented quagmire: tons of debt, volatile job market, staring down high costs of caring for our aging parents, putting off having children for lack of financial stability, buying consumables instead of investing in retirement, etc etc.
Can Dean change all this? Do you have your blinders on? Or are those shades?
Fox News reports that, according to Pat Robertson, who apparently has some early election results from God, Dubya will win the 2004 election by a landslide.