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  Monday, February 21, 2005


Treason: Hurting America's Feelings

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Treason: Hurting America's Feelings

Treason: itís...Treason: Hurting America's Feelings

Treason: itís all the rage these days! From treasonous news executives to treasonous former Presidents everybodyís doin it. In fact you may be a traitor and not even know it! ìThat is silly Fafnir I could never betray America I love it an eat twelve flags a dayî says you. Well a lotta traitors start off not even tryin to be traitors, it is just that easy to do! Treason isn't just providin aid an comfort to the enemy. It's providin not-aid an discomfort to America. Treason is hurting America's feelings.

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Fafnir [Fafblog]

Read the whole thing so that you too may be able to identify treason when you see it."

(Via A Man with a Ph.D. - Richard Gayle's Weblog.)


10:58:32 AM    comment []

Whew, we had a full weekend here. Friday night was a bit quiet. I opened the first bottles of my Fire in the Hole brew, an intense, hoppy, big red ale. It tasted great. I alternated between in and the Frank Ellis recipe, which is also pretty big and hoppy, though pale. The two went well together, and I finished the evening with a smooth bottle of my stout. While doing this, I watched two pretty crappy movies: Welcome to Mooseport, which wasted the efforts of five pretty good actors (plus Ray Romano) with a totally predictable script. Next up was Anchorman, which could have been OK had it either been anchored more in reality, or anchored less in reality; different characters seemed to come from different dimenstions.

Saturday afternoon, Margaret and I saw Fêtes de la Nuit, at Berkeley Rep. The play was a lot of fun -- a feast for the eyes, and quite funny. I'm one who approves of onstage nudity, however brief! It's a series of skits, all set in Paris, and supposedly meant as a love letter to the city. It worked, for the most part, but at the end it didn't really add up to the sum of its parts; there being n real story and few characters that appeared throughout the play. Still, many of the segments were fun (Le Petomane is always good for laughs, and as I say I do approve of onstage nudity, especially when the nudes are as attractive as these were!

Saturday night was the monthly poker game. I lasted from 7 until 1, and ended up finishing fifth. I seem to make the final table quite a bit, but can't close the eal to end up in the money.

Finally, last night we saw Pacifica Quartet at the Jewish Community Center in San Francisco. Margaret has a friend who is a big fan of this quartet, so we've seen them three times. Last night was an unusual program -- they performed the complete Quartets (five of them) of Elliott Carter. (Here's sheet music for the Quartets; more Carter sheet music is here.) It was a long evening, pretty fascinating, though I don't have the vocabulary to discuss the music, though it was fun to listen to, and a definite workout for the performers! Earlier in the day at the Jewish Community Center there was a 3-hour lecture on Carter; that would have been fascinating, but would have meant 6 hours on Elliott Carter!


10:02:12 AM    comment []

R.I.P. Hunter S. Thompson. Funny, just the other day I linked to a piece of his on ESPN. My favorite Thompson moment in a book is in Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail; Hunter catches Richard Nixon in a men's room, grabs him by the lapels and asks, "Mr. President, what about the doomed?" Nixon shakes his hands off, says, "Fuck the doomed." Can't you just see Nixon's jowls shake as he says this? It sounds just like something he'd say. I remember well copies of Hell's Angels being passed around in my early high school years, and the riot that was Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas appearing my first year of college. Via Spiceblog, there's this Song of the Sausage Creature.

I am not without scars on my brain and my body, but I can live with them. I still feel a shudder in my spine every time I see a Vincent Black Shadow, or when I walk into a public restroom and hear crippled men whispering about the terrifying Kawasaki Triple.... I have visions of compound femur fractures and large black men in white hospital suits holding me down on a gurney while a nurse called "Bess" sews the flaps of my scalp together with a stitching drill.

9:40:59 AM    comment []


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