It's true! and fuck me, it's all the energy, soul, heart, and oomph* I have to write about today, and, serendipitously, the Post's Steve Goff sat down with Kevin Payne for the first half of their post-season interview (today on-field, tomorrow off-field, as in United's future, or lack thereof, in DC). Not surprisingly, Payne's autopsy/obituary/outlook sounds like pretty much every other I've seen, including mine, though, of note, there's positive GM-yadda about Boskovic returning amidst the standard GM-yadda blaming the players for not being the players the GM thought he'd signed.
Tomorrow, the Sadder Yadda, or: I will never need gladly Fuck-Me-Jig.
- Silly Taibbi: cheating is winning.
- Market outcomes and political power.
- The lamestream.
- In media res.
- Oakland 10/25/11.
- Closing down.
- Posted without comment.
- On the above.
- Bloombergville.
- Where does Occupy go from here?
- Occupy the military.
- Motherfucking Obama.
- Letting loose the dogs of war.
- Pictures that could have been taken anywhere.
- * I must conclude I have no inner resources.
- What Hamster's getting for Giftmas.
- Another love song for 1Q84.
- Notes towards a conversation w/Ashbery.
- I'll get you, I mean it.
- Woke up with this song in my head, made me think of this song:
DREAM SONG 63
John Berryman
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink
and cannot be arrested and pay no tax
and, in general, bats have it made.
Henry for joining the human race is bats,
known to be so, by few them who think,
out of the cave.
Instead of the cave! ah lovely-chilly, dark,
ur-moist his cousins hang in hundreds or swerve
with personal radar,
crisisless, kid. Instead of the cave? I serve,
inside, my blind term. Filthy four-foot lights
reflect on the whites of our eyes.
He then salutes for sixty years of it
just now a one of valor and insights,
a theatrical man,
O scholar & Legionnaire who as quickly might
have killed as cast you. Olč. Stormed with years
he tranquil commands and appears.
