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June 30, 2009 in Question Of The Day
Remember when the U.S. Postal service was planning the Elvis Presley stamp, and asked the public to vote on which Elvis they wanted to appear on it – the “Thin Elvis” or the “Fat Elvis”?
Well, the USPS is undoubtedly planning a new Michael Jackson commemorative stamp now, and will soon face a similar dilemma: Should it depict the handsome black male of his earlier years, or the spectral Caucasian hermaphrodite of the later era?
I figure, hell, why wait for the USPS to ask us to decide? Why not a head start and vote on it now? So I’ve created a couple mock-up stamps to help make up our own minds.
Let’s hear it, gang: Black Michael Stamp or White Michael Stamp? Cast your vote in the comment section below!
June 30, 2009 in Salt Lake Tribune Lampoon
Dateline, Salt Lake City.
In a stark contrast to Kleberg’s County official greeting snafu, Salt Lake City is in the throws of “Hell Week,” an annual pagan festival where the atheists, gays, democrats, liberals, punks, hippies, regular Christians (not the Mormon Christians), blues musicians, masons, bird watchers, Canadians, the entire population of South Salt Lake (it’s a good joke if you’ve been there), vegans and anyone with an evil, evil FaceBook page gather to witness the descent of demons upon downtown. Read the rest of this entry →
So I says to my friend today, I says, “How was the weekend?”
She said it was good. She had dinner here on Saturday night.
This got me thinking. While I have never had dinner at a “concept” before (unless that concept is the all-you-can-eat shrimp buffet down at the Boston Seafood Company–am I right or am I right?), I believe I may have engaged in various “guerilla style pop-up _______ events” in my day.
For instance, there was that one time I was living in San Francisco that I took my clothes down to the guerilla style pop-up laundromat event around the corner and came back the next day to find the whole joint boarded up and a Chinee by the name of Millie watching the door. She had a mohawk and her biker jacket was shantung silk with just a couple of small bloodstains. Millie wanted to know if I’d ever done Godot for scale.
“Not un-naked,” I said.
What about you?
The Supreme Court just ruled in the case of Ricci v. DeStefano, and it is now clear what was obvious from the moment the Court granted the appellant’s writ of certiorari: The Second Circuit panel on which David Souter replacement and Obama Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor sat and participated in a unanimous verdict has been overturned.
First, let’s talk facts. The decision the Supreme Court just overturned was a unanimous one of a three judge panel consisting of Second Circuit justices Rosemary S. Pooler, Robert D. Sack and Sotomayor. What this unanimous panel did was affirm a lower court’s ruling that the City of New Haven did not violate Title VII by refusing to certify a firefighter promotion test in which too few minority candidates qualified for promotion.
I hope you enjoyed that. Because I’d wager that you won’t hear anything about the procedural posture of (let alone the issues at stake in) Ricci v. DeStefano if you get your news from the mainstream media. Read the rest of this entry →
June 29, 2009 in Conspiracy Corner
In the introduction to Sleeping with Extra-Terrestrials, her rigorously rational critique of New Age spirituality, Wendy Kaminer confesses that she goes to a homeopath. She’s the first to admit that there is no scientific basis whatsoever to support homeopathy’s effectiveness; it simply makes her feel better. I have practiced various forms of qigong over the years. These are Chinese breathing and energy techniques predicated upon the existence of an invisible substance known as qi (or chi). But whether or not there exists a Governor Channel or a Microcosmic orbit, performing qigong makes me feel vital and centered.
What are the appropriate limits to rationality? To what degree is it healthy to pay heed to emotion over reason, to suspend disbelief? And, trickiest of all, how do we make decisions in the face of conflicting evidence concerning our health, the subject of several of today’s items?
June 28, 2009 in The Smokie Awards
Sorry for the absence of smokies last week. As you might recall, the comments flew to Buenos Aires to visit their Argentinian mistress, and did not spend time on the Appalachian trail in attempt to clear the head and write.
The woman pictured at the left is not the mistress, nor the wife. It is the living dead. Zombie Lohan. A real picture, from her real twitter.
It was topical, I guess.
Anyway, on with the awards. Read the rest of this entry →
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June 28, 2009 in Humanwatching
I was perched on fourthbranch of Appletree when I heard him, the groundling who whistles.
O, how I wished that infernal whistling would cease! “Stop your fucking whistling! Stop your fucking whistling!,” I yelled at least five times in repeated succession at the groundling, but to no avail. At this time, and for some unknown reason, the groundling began whistling even more loudly from behind his skyscreen, even though I had clearly told him to shut the fuck up.
Blackbeak and I are raising our four beautiful chicks under the northwestern eave of Whitehouse-under-Appletree. And believe me, we need all the quiet we can get. But the groundling kept whistling. “I’m trying to parent! I’m trying to parent!,” I yelled. But this only seemed to encourage the groundling further in his perverse aria.
And that’s the moment I snapped. Read the rest of this entry →