Chocolate Biscuit Cake
About the author
I only have this space reserved until the year 3000, so I better get cracking. If you'd like to get in touch, send me an email.
I put movies on Bootleg Robot and Vimeo.
The first show that immediately comes to mind is Built To Spill at Metro in Chicago 2001. Specifically, the fall of 2001, a period where every headline read like a further descent into misery. The show came not long after George Harrison’s death and in the middle of an already excellent late night set, the band launched into a cover of Harrison’s “What Is Life,” turning it into a blistering affirmation that the world still had the potential for good in it. “Tell me, what is my life without your love?” goes one line. My soon-to-be wife was with me that night. So was some random guy I went to high school with I bumped into after not seeing him in years. For a few minutes there everything felt okay again. They played “Freebird” that night too.
Keith Phipps on his favorite concert
I do believe Rory and Phil and I were at that concert too.
My Friends,
My friends, hard times, my friends.
Economy, my friends!
Energy, my friends—
clean coal,
nuclear,
solar,
my friends.Offshore drilling, my friends!
Wall Street, my friends.
Main Street, my friends!
Economy, my friends…
jobs, my friends…
savings,
credit,
markets, my friends!Housing crisis, my friends!
Taxes, my friends.
Retirement, my friends;
your children’s college, my friends.Your gasoline and groceries, my friends!
Health insurance, my friends.
Healthcare tax credit, my friends!Terrorists, my friends.
Military service, my friends.
Veterans, my friends…
Iraq, my friends,
Afghanistan, my friends,Pakistan, my friends!
Obama, my friends.
Fundamental difference, my friends!
“No preconditions,” my friends.
Reach across the aisles, my friends!
Maverick, my friends!
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My friends, hard times, my friends.
Economy, my friends…
I think SNL ripped us off. Get ready to be sued Lorne!
Thanks Dole, for creating a self loathing Kiwi cartoon character who cuts himself!
An ignorant hillbilly (James Brolin) with an incongruously aristocratic bloodline fucks around for 40 years with the aid of mountains of cocaine, gallons of booze, and enough loose women to stock a Texas whorehouse. Then he discovers Jesus, buys a baseball team, becomes governor of Texas, and kills a bunch of people through capital punishment. Then, in a far-fetched, credibility-straining plot twist, this funny-talking, semi-literate yahoo becomes a two-term President Of The United States and nearly destroys the world in the process. This sounds like the premise for a zany farce like President Baseball—albeit with a lot less baseball—but director Oliver Stone swears it’s based on a true story. Like anybody should trust that crackpot
Married.
I made this for my classroom.
Rick Steiner, a University of Alaska professor, sought the e-mail messages of state scientists who had examined the effect of global warming on polar bears. (Ms. Palin said the scientists had found no ill effects, and she has sued the federal government to block the listing of the bears as endangered.) An administration official told Mr. Steiner that his request would cost $468,784 to process. When Mr. Steiner finally obtained the e-mail messages — through a federal records request — he discovered that state scientists had in fact agreed that the bears were in danger, records show. “Their secrecy is off the charts,” Mr. Steiner said.
Once Elected, Palin Hired Friends and Lashed Foes - NYTimes.com
It gets better and better…
And to figure out how fiction can engage a reader, much of whose sensibility has been formed by pop culture, without simply becoming more shit in the pop culture machine. It’s unbelievably difficult and confusing and scary, but it’s neat. There’s so much mass commercial entertainment that’s so good and so slick, this is something that I don’t think any other generation has confronted. That’s what it’s like to be a writer now. I think it’s the best time to be alive ever and it’s probably the best time to be a writer. I’m not sure it’s the easiest time.
Salon Features: David Foster Wallace
So incredibly sad.
