I'm super uncomfortable with the parenthetical that ends this post. Because you can totally tell that by looking. Totally. Yeah.
But if you want to assert that the guy definitely drew Led Zeppelin symbols all over his notebooks his first year or two of high school, until he dropped out, I'm okay with that.
just go with me on this one. he in actual fact resembles my step-mom's brother derrick. who's fine now that he stopped using crack all the time but I'd sooner lick glenn reynolds' balls than leave either of my girls alone with him for more than 30 seconds. also, although you can't tell by looking at them whether people are child-molesters, you can say mean things about people you don't know on the internet. it's easy!
and sure, should the NYT have adopted this "wheezy faint music from deliverance plays when you look at the white trash freaks" aesthetic? no, but I wasn't there in the editorial meeting.
In the pictures at the bottom:My People! And they don't listen to LedZep, they listen to Hazel Dickens, Utah Phillips, and Holly Near of course, when they aren't making their own music. You see Deliverance, I see deliverance.
Bored with Kevin Drum? No good political blogs?
Richard Seymour on "Louis Althusser and socialist strategy" part two in his posting towards Poulantzas
Workers have a 'class instinct', which enables them to arrive at objectively correct proletarian 'class positions', but they are incapable of being spontaneously revolutionary. So much the worse with theorists, who are instinctively petty bourgeois, and must constantly militate against these prejudices. As it comes down to it, only the vanguard party provides the link between the class and revolutionary theory. Without the party, revolutionary theory cannot be imported into the class; without revolutionary theory, the class cannot make a revolution. And Althusser is insistent that the empirical data confirms this - revolutions have only been made where Marxist theory has been accepted by the workers' movement (Russia and China), whereas those situations where revolution is most distant also happen to be those where Marxist theory was never widely accepted in the workers' movements (Britain), or was adulterated in a social democratic fashion (Germany).
...revolutions have only been made where Marxist theory has been accepted by the workers' movement (Russia and China)....
And they worked out great!
All those Marxist Brothers show up on TCM fairly regularly. Check the schedule and set your DVR.
my stem-mom
That sounds like a euphemism for biological mother, oddly enough.
If Russian workers really accepted Marxist theory, wouldn't they have waited for Russia to industrialize before having a revolution?
darsh. I'm correcting that because I have magick powers, but let the record show that apo was correct.
10:The answer is:dialectic!
Oh just follow the link at 5 and read the whole thing. Seymour is way more into the diversity post-marxist thing than I am, and Althusser isn't where he's gonna stop.
I also follow Richard Estes, anarchist praxis guy, who is a good source for real-time news on Left-Coast occupations.
We need ideology to see what must happen after OWS, or when OWS reaches a peak.
also, why did I say "darsh" when I fucked up? in the south park episode the snotty rich kids at aspen who want to win the ski competition keep calling stan "darsh" because it's a nonsensical cruel nickname. thus in my family, "nice move, darsh" has mutated into another version of "fuck" or "d'oh" which one can apply to one's own, fucking-up self. you're welcome. next time we'll learn about how "pack meagre," originally applied only to he who packed a weak bowl, came to mean someone had fundamentally failed in a situation or was generally untrustworthy. we have a lot of family slang.
13: Was 'pack meagre' pronounced with the emphasis on the first or last word?
Further regarding bowlz-smoking slang, I wonder which is the chicken and which is the egg: Did 'cash' start off as a general term meaning 'to exhaust' and then collocated itself to bowls, or was it the other way around?
OED has 'cash' meaning to disband or dismiss going back to the 16th century. On the other hand, Urban Dictionary strongly suggests that the bowl cashing sense of the word has priority. Whom to trust?!
I'll have to go with the oed on this one. but how does it relate to "cashing out" various arguments/metaphors/etc.? like, this whole philosophical framework is cashed, dude.
real ffej annah, are you taking ever-more extravagant google-proofing measures or was your pseud always so slashy?
I decided to be extra cautious to talk about bowls.
You're among friends, ff\eJ. We all like cereal.
If I ever have children I shall teach them to say they've cashed their bowl, rather than they finished their cereal.
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Last one, and I wasn't, but this Last Psychiatrist dude is fucking funny. (Post on the sidebar about anti-pyschotic drugs is also, funny;there is also a rabid putdown of OWS. I think from the Left, this guy's irony is deep.)
My Name is NotMichael Bay, and I Just Fucked Your Girlfriend
Your argument that women are responsible for bad movies seems untenable. With respect, your movies aren't even aimed at women.Hey, fuckly, listen to me, my movies exist because of women, because they've driven men batshit crazy into 'man caves' and Call Of Duty XI. Did they have giant robot movies in the 1930s and 40s? No, all of those movies had dance numbers. Back when a guy could punch a dame for overcooking a chicken there was no shame in watching some fool tap dance his way through WWII. Now these bitches expect you to change a diaper and shave your balls? Fuck that. Giant robots.
Is all modern cinema then reflexively phallocentric? Does disposable art created on a background of consumerist capitalism necessitate a misogynist subtext?
I said fuck that. Giant robots.
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19:Most of us.
(Posting for Halford who is certainly still abed recovering from another Saturday night of Hollywood debauchery.)
22: I suppose Quaker Old Fashioned Beef Flakes are still in prototype.
philboyd studge: they cannot eat it now.
"Althusser isn't where he's gonna stop"
Oh good, because why should he be content with attempting to rehabilitate that patronizing, wife-murdering, reductivist fuck.
OP.last reminds me too much of that fucked-up "Freedom from Want" cover that Adbusters did a few years ago.
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My friend, the one who lost her baby last year, just delivered a healthy new baby! Yay!
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24: "Filboid" in the original I just learned*. Story in its entirety here.
*And also there was movie of Breakfast of Champions with a fairly well-known cast (Willis, Finney, Nolte, Hershey)? Apparently dreadful.
I'm so glad you posted about this article, because I clicked on it last night because I am masochistic and was running out of internets. And I found it really quite insightful and engaging as a portrait of Oprah, but then there was this:
THERE ARE CERTAIN things about women that men will never understand, in part because they have no interest in understanding them. They will never know how deeply we care about our houses--what a large role they play in our dreams for ourselves, how unhappy their shortcomings make us. Men think they understand the way our physical beauty--or lack of it, or assaults on it from age or extra weight--preys on our minds, but they don't fully grasp the significance these things have for us. Nor can they understand the way physical comforts or simple luxuries--the fresh towel or the fat new cake of soap--can lift our spirits. And they will never know how much our lives are shaped around the fear of bad men and the harm they can bring us if we're not careful, if we're not banded together, if we're not telling each other what to watch out for, what we've learned. We need each other's counsel, and oftentimes it comes when we're talking about other things, when we seem not to have much important on our minds at all.
crap, I thought it needed an "f" but cursory googling let me down. natilo, I'm so happy for your friends and I hope the baby is healthy and happy.
well, just because she wrote something insightful she didn't stop being one of the world's most annoying people in the history of the internet. yeah, with the fucking fluffy towels. that's what abuse survivors need: bourbon calgon, take me way! bourbon's the unfogged way, but...
29: Thanks! I can't wait to visit them! It will be so fun. Friend was *really* tired of being pregnant. I like babies. They are awesome.
good night everyone. please get into a huge fight all day that I do not have to participate in in any way because I am asleep. or support bob's quoted "ro-bots! fuck yeah! coming again to hit some motherfucking chicks now!" commenter on my behalf. kthxbai.
Hmm, when Vonnegut used Philboyd Studge he spelled it wrong because he had apparently only heard it in another context and did not associate it with cereal despite the book he used it in.
THERE ARE CERTAIN things about women that men will never understand, in part because they have no interest in understanding them.
One is reminded for some reason of the East German spymaster Markus Wolf's statement that, for women, the most attractive qualities in a man are affability and being a good listener.
OT: "It should be terrifying! That's how you know God loves you, Charlie!" -- Fat Mac
There's an ad for Filboid Studge in the ballpark in "Baseball Bugs." It's at 1:55. (Couldn't find it in English.)
37: Yep, discussed before here and at Crooked Timber (during which thread I unhelpfully came in with yet another misspelling "Philboid"--I suspect from the fictional cereal list I cited, but which now has it with an 'F').
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re: Colleges that Halford and others dislike or like or have opinions about.
You know who went to Brown? ... Joe Paterno.
I *cannot* believe that I did not recall that during the other thread.
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are women done wrong by bad men really lifted that much by a new soap?
Ain't no man can ease the heart/ Like a satin gown.
... I can hear Dolly Parton singing that, which is odd, as it seems to be a version of a Dorothy Parker line only. My musical memory is fuzzy but alphabetized?
All the South/manners/child abuse threads have fogged into a grim appendix to Florence King, in my (fuzzy) memory.
26.2 - Yay!! Have been wondering this week and hoping all was well.
Also, I love Saki, and have always thought Clovis would be a perfect name for any child.
Soap and towels never did much for me, but my spirits could really be lifted by a properly functioning shower. The tepid trickle that comes passes for a shower that we have right now is a serious downer.
The tepid trickle that comes passes for a shower that we have right now is a serious downer.
Sometimes, but certainly no always, that can be corrected simply by putting on a new shower head, especially if you have otherwise adequate water pressure. They are not too expensive and generally easy to replace.
43: It's a distant paraphrase if it's supposed to be "The Red Dress."
God knows I have no patriotism for Kentucky, but final paren of OP is ugly stuff.
Sometimes fixable by soaking current showerhead in vinegar, if flow is good w/ showerhead removed.
48.1: It fits to hymn meter, so I could be patching it onto a lot of tunes. "Silver threads & golden needles"?
Doesn't matter. I think Florence King is more interesting, esp as alternative to Deliverance references.
48.last: It's likely that most of us agree with you; alamedia's having a hard time lately, so there's not much to say.
I'll readily lay into Flanagan for the passage quoted up in 28, if anyone feels like having a feminism fight.
I don't really get what 51.1.last means.
Unfogged refers to Florence King surprisingly often; the only other places where I've seen refs to her have been conservative rags/sites that bring her up whenever they feel like knocking Molly Ivins or modern bad manners.
Oh, apparently it is Dorothy Parker, just not "The Red Dress." Learn to google, Smearcase.
53: Feel free to argue with the last paragraph of the OP if you like, but I doubt alameida's in a receptive mood.
I'm still not really following. There's not much to say because...?
I mean, I don't take anybody as "arguing" with the last paragraph (sentence) of the OP so much as saying that (as has been admitted, I suppose) saying that it's kind of a crappy thing to say about some random person who had the misfortune to be 1. from appalachia and 2. photographed at his sister's funeral. There are far worse things in the world than having people make fun of you online (hence the continuing existence of youtube), and it is of course true that people in emotional turmoil sometimes say things that they might later regret (or which, even in the moment, they don't really mean), but that hardly seems to preclude people saying "hey, that was sort of crappy" when somebody says something sort of crappy.
I don't have much left to say about alameida's abusive relatives
except, hm, may they come to a complete, constant and empathetic
understanding of the harm they've done. On the other hand, equating child abusers with Southerners, or poor
southerners, is arguing in ill faith against all the other
Southerners; and providing cover for child abusers not in that class.
On the third hand, Florence King is sympathetic enough to the Old
South that she's approved by 'the other side', and yet in her
sympathetic descriptions of social dynamics there's some explanation
of how and why it would go wrong in the ways that make it easy for
non-sympathizers to make a sloppy equation. And that's pretty
interesting, if you start with the post a couple threads back about
how appealing courtliness can be even to someone raised feminist.
King
describes a dialectic (?) in which (IIRC) all life is so
gender-essential-sexual-competition that everyone is struggling with
the parent/child of their own gender for recognition from
Father/Mother; this leads into even more competition between spouses,
as each is playing up to the opposite-sex kid; but the bond that
therefore doesn't form completely between spouses does form between
parent and opposite-sex kid. Da capo al fine.
30: As an adult, I've always kind of wanted to try Calgon because of the commercials, but I don't think they make it anymore. At least, I've never seen it in a drugstore or supermarket.
may they come to a complete, constant and empathetic
understanding of the harm they've done
Or, you know, they could also fuck off and die.
61: Never go in there, partly because there was one that wouldn't allow more than one teen in at a time. I was 19, and they wouldn't let me in with my 13 year-old sister.
57: I'm still not really following.
Somehow I doubt that.
63: I think complete understanding of that would about kill a person. No?
I won't go into a Ruby Tuesday's because there was one that served me a burger. I was 28 and I tried to eat that burger and it was pretty horrible.
65: I gather that something to do with alameida's recent, apparent unhappiness makes you think that something or other would be inappropriate or unhelpful, but I'm not particularly clear what or why, your dark intimations of my omnipotence notwithstanding.
67: I can't tell whether you're serious or making fun of me or both. I did write a nasty letter to the president saying I wouldn't go back. I have been to Rite Aid stores since, but I reflexively avoid them. Plus, I like the way that CVS stores look better.
Either way, don't eat at Ruby Tuesday's.
Various outlets - franchises - of CVS or Rite Aid or what have you have different policies. It is admittedly true that if you've come to despise one iteration, it's difficult to cheerfully accept another. Branding, you know.
In this region, CVS branches differ tremendously according to socioeconomic and racial demographics: in majority black and middle/lower middle class environments, the local CVS sucks big time. The majority white and middle/upper middle class franchises* are fine. And no, I don't like CVS for that.
* I don't actually know if they're properly franchises, owned and operated by independent businesspeople, or if they're just branches of the store
The CVS by my office sells "As Seen On TV" shit. Also 99ยข Swedish Fish.
I would never eat at Ruby Tuesday's, because it falls in my category of restaurants that somehow seem like movie set false fronts for some depressing indie flick, that no one would ever actually eat at in real life. Montana Mike's is another one, but maybe it's just a Texas chain.
See, I believe that people eat at Chili's.
When we lived near one, we did fairly frequently. I always crapped on the seat of the toilet but that was me being lazy, not making a statement.
Some friends brought us one of those giant cookie cakes as a semi-joke/treat for the kids, and now I'm the one eating the nasty thing. Goddamnit.
You could put chocolate syrup on it to improve the taste.
I ate at Ruby Tuesday the night I saw Lady Gaga, because that's where the my cow-orker fellow concert-goers wanted to eat. It was meh. My cow-orkers were amazed I had ridden a bike there.
If it was one of the underwater Ruby Tuesdays, that would make sense.
Re: 26: I got to go and see the baby! And hold her! Everyone was so happy. And her father referred to me as "Uncle Natilo"! I am well chuffed.
82: is this your friend who lost a baby, Natilo? Regardless, mazel tov!
83, welcome adorable li'l 26.last to the world.
The archives are overrated, man, even when fresh.
Such a good baby. Already wrote her a sonnet.
Regarding the update, I believe we do actually have several Kentuckians around here. No idea if they were offended by the post, though.
Many Toyotas are made in Georgetown, Kentucky. That's a random fact I learned today.
My car was made in Canada. I almost named it Stephen Harper.
90: Indeed, we had a thread on that subject not too long ago, didn't we?
Kentucky, a state
about which I know enough
for a very short poem.
There's some cool stuff in Kentucky. Big Bone Lick, for example.
goo d ol'"right to work" states. I used to live in georgetown, s.c. it's a shit-hole, though there are many very beautiful places nearby. at night we would go out in our convertible and my mom and step-dad would drink beer and we'd watch them pour steel down at the factory. for fun. later on (and briefly, earlier) I lived in georgetown, the neighborhood of washington, d.c. I love it but I'ma have to get way richer if I ever want to live there again.
You could forge antique tables for money.
I told my mom the "brown chicken, brown cow" joke today. She didn't get it.
Everyone knows that Mammoth Cave NP, the largest surveyed cave in the world, is in Kentucky, but did you know that the 2nd and 4th largest surveyed cave systems are in South Dakota? Grew up right next door and I'd never heard that till this year. Weird.
Mammoth Cave is awesome. Man, you could spend weeks there.
I don't think those people pouring steel at the factory were doing it for fun.
silly, natilo, that's just because no one lives in south dakota in real life. 98: hmmm. well, I wouldn't be doing it for the women, would I?
Mammoth Cave: you might never leave.
First you get the furniture, then you get the money, then you the women.
It has seemed strangely unpopulated, save for other tourists, when I've been through. I guess I had just figured that I've been manipulated into visiting during periods when the same 3,000 people who follow me around pretending to be the rest of the world needed some time off.
Yr ynce, twyce, three tymes a lydy.
Completely unrelated to the OP: I found a US certificate of nationalization in my mother's porch a few weeks ago. She has no idea how it got there (mind you, we live in the DR, so it's quite a long way from California). It's the real thing, too, complete with seals, original signatures, and picture of the vietnamese-american dude.
Question is: how important is this document? Should I try to get it back to its owner (if so, how)? Will he be missing it? Or can he just get a new one and I can keep this as a curiosity?
I really am mighty curious how that thing got where it did.
I have been through Kentucky many times, but I have been to Kentucky twice. Once was to Mammoth Cave when I was like 4, so I'm told.
The second time was a freak thing. Friday after work someone says "You know there is a theme park in Kentucky." "No shit" "Let's go." "Now?" "Yeah." "Okay"
So we loaded up the pot and black beauties and drove the milk truck 14 hours to this Grade C little amusement park.
I have a couple images left in my head from the weekend, like 2-3 still pictures. I don't remember who was along, names, where I was living, what year this was. I don't think I enjoyed myself.
I wrote a book of poetry for a young women once. She said thank you so much and dropped it in the trash on her way out the door.
113: Take it to the embassy or consulate. They'll know what to do with it.
94: Fuck yeah, man! I have never gone to their salt festival but totally could.
p.s. i'm super excited for Uncle Natilo. Great news!
how young is "young?" 14-year-olds can be hella mean.
113: Is google a possibility or is it too common of a name.
INS and its descendant agencies are shambolic and not customer-friendly. If he has a passport, then he doesn't need the certificate. I'd try finding him and emailing or telephoning. You've got his name and DOB, right?
The wikipedia article on the cave is, or at least looks upon skimming, incredible.
121: Best vacation I ever took as a kid. Hands down. I was too young to go spelunking, though, alas.
I was never tempted to share and mock derrick's poetry with my girlfriends because of the mind-bending, crawling stomachache agony associated with their awfulness. I had the bright idea to have a laugh over them in college, opened the book at random, read 4 words, fully recalled the horror, and slammed it shut. I haven't re-opened it since.
122: Some not-even-really-spelunking kind of soured me on that idea as a (I assume somewhat older than you were at Mammoth cave) kid when we went to some cave near the California-Oregon border. I didn't panic or anything but it started to be clear that I'd be too claustrophobic to go caving for real.
It didn't stop me from being fascinating by caves from a standing position.
My sonnet may be a tiny bit strident, but the squick factor should be fairly low. This is a black diaper baby, after all.
Oh, and I went through a corner of Kentucky on the train on the way from DC to Oakland via Chicago.
124: I hear you. My one and only spelunking experience involved a 100-yard crawl in smelly mud through a passage three-feet-by-three-feet. I don't know how much of that I could take.
I've spelunked all I'm ever going to at the caves near my parents' house. Tripadvisor folks seem to like it, though.
I've never been to Mammoth Cave (or South Dakota). Carlsbad Caverns is cool though.
some cave near the California-Oregon border
131: Possibly. I'm sure we visited that one, but there are other caves and I can't remember what side of the border this one was on.
Then there's the underground dining room at Mammoth Cave where they serve, IIRC, chili.
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The americanized name is pretty common, and the original name is no turning up anything.
tennessee's state sport is spelunking while drunk and wasted. you guys work on a name. my mother broke her ankle jumping across a fathomless abyss while lost in a cave near sewannee. my godfather caught her by the arm as she jumped and hauled her up the side. (same one who saved her when my dad got all "shining" on some shit. she owes him.) kind of turned me off spelunking.
There's a decommissioned Titan missile silo in eastern Washington which has, in the deepest most inacessible creepy rusted recesses to which a hacker tour could lead me, drunken graffiti with no bones fallen below. I believe one person is known to have died (couldn't pull himself back up the rope to the top of the generator cavern: fine rope, just too far). I was amazed.
This one! Good heavens, a Hotchkiss, we're probably very distantly related.
yeah, but so obvious...let's get stanley up in this bitch. we have to work in the fact that in addition to having a flask along rather than potable water (actually reasonable since there are icy cold streams everywhere) everybody's also stoned and taking pills.
If you stood at one side of the cavern and clapped, the reverb was on the order of seconds. Huge. Vast. Bigger than that picture makes it look.
When you turn on a light switch in one of the long tunnels, you can see the lag before the lights at the far end come on.
Also, it's in a bowl of ash left over from Mt St Helens.
tennessee's state sport is spelunking while drunk and wasted
What could possibly go wrong?
Only marginally less obvious - specrunking
oh, yeah; now you're cooking with gas! specrunking it is.
I'm not very good at the internet.
