On the subject of Yale’s Taliban student, the WSJ’s John Fund notes that “University officials are embarrassed–but not embarrassed enough”:
March 2006
a protest poem by Ernest Ray Everson, dictated to him in a dream by an angry beet, March 1972 (red pills behind the sofa cushions, flashback )
“Oscar Night” Self-love is self love, beet says —whether gilded into sleek shiny sexless statuettes, or performed alone in one of the theater stalls after the winners have all been called & the gift baskets long since rifled through. But there is no shame in it, beet says. Because love itself is so rare that if you can’t find it elsewhere, take it from yourself —forcibly, if need be—like a
Live-Blogging the Oscars 2006 (UPDATED)
From Pajamas Media: Does anybody care what Nicole Kidman is wearing (or not)? Does anybody care how many times Jon Stewart disses Dick Cheney? Does anybody care who even wins the Academy Awards anymore? Yes, we all care – even if we say we don’t… It’s the Oscars, after all! Well, I don’t care, to be honest with you—but that won’t keep me from liveblogging the festivities as part of
What, you mean those? Please. Those were for baking soft pretzels.
Via Allah and Alarming News, this potential bombshell (though its best to retain a healthy skepticism at this point). From Iran Focus-News, “Helmut Kohl agrees with Ahmadinejad on Holocaust”:
On Propaganda, revisited
Courtesy of Rick, here’s a “news bulletin” from Uruknet alleging “In the new Iraq, US soldiers rape schoolgirls in the daylight”:
Impotence and Peppermints, meaningless nouns… (updated)
Sure, our enemies are laughing at us—but hell, at least we had the moral highground. Until that asshole Bush came along and muddied the waters with all his neocon warmongering. Now, not only will Iran get nukes (and likely use them), but we don’t even get to claim we stood astride history yelling “peace, my Muslim brothers” right up until the moment the immense flash and the glorious, purifying fire
“White House Trains Efforts on Media Leaks: Sources, Reporters Could Be Prosecuted”
From the Washington Post:
Saturday plans
We’re off here in a bit to the birthday party for our friends’ little girl, who turns 2-years-old today. Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a rush, given that we’re going to have to pick up a new present and wrap it in the car on the way. Seems the “Tickle Me Elmo” doll I bought off of eBay was actually something called a “Tickle My Elmo”—which essentially is a
More, please
Will the forced resignation of Lawrence Summers initiate a widepread rebellion in favor of academic freedom among today’s professoriat? Probably not, I don’t think: most of the academics I know, while fine people, are happy with the safety (and, with tenure, the security) that comes from not rocking the political/administrative boat—which, sadly, is why we see a kind of ideological homogeneity in many departments, particularly in the humanities. So when
Hey! It’s Friday, pal, and—
â€â€You may as well stop right there. Because here’s the thing: though Dasypus novemcinctus has few natural enemies—hunters, dogs, coyotes, automobiles—it turns out they’re not too fond of foul-mouthed, mendacious “progressive†trolls, either, and the nest of those creatures who’ve taken up residence here of late has the little guy resigned to shelving his disco shoes and wide-collared satin shirts until such time as that particular infestation is (to borrow
