Jerry Garcia was born seventy years ago today. Yes, the above is a cover, but I listened to all of Europe 72 yesterday and I hadn't heard this in a decade. I see people writing - I've been writing - about the pathology of nostalgia as signature key of the clusterfuck, and a run of High Holy Days provokes from me the pangs I program it to, I'm a fucking romantic, I'm predisposed to the disease in good times. Anyway, I loved The Dead unto a lifestyle, fell away when I needed leave that lifestyle to save my life, cold-turkeyed to the point of self-disdain: Hey, what did the two Deadheads say to each other when the dope ran out? Hey Man, this music sucks. No, it doesn't.
- But yes, my response is always more self-indulgence.
- And yes, lots of Dead does suck, it always reminded me of baseball games, you sit through eighty shitty (versions of Scarlet Begonias) games for the one that abounds fine metaphors.
- Hegemony, nationalism, doxa.
- Tyranny of the synthetic.
- The Obama enabler's big lie.
- Panderer to plutocrats.
- Oligarchy.
- He's hip, her's cool, he's a libertarian.
- That was a buzz topic in Stringtown yesterday, the title of the post made me think of the KITH skit. The skit is posted for no other reason that my self-indulgence of my love for free association. Few things suck more than Definition: The Game. King of Anarchists is one.
- Had a conversation yesterday with Uncle, one of my favorite Hilltoppers, my favorite conservative economist, was reminded of the basic distinction between those who put a to after freedom and those who use a from.
- RIP Gore Vidal.
- RIP Gore Vidal.
- For the record.
- RIP Gore Vidal.
- UPDATE! Bad Vidal.
- RIP Gore Vidal.
- Vidal versus Buckley.
- Vidal and Cockburn.
- Bruce Cockburn.
- Oopsy.
- Visual sound.
- A great authors curriculum.
- Jack Spicer reading.
- New Deerhoof!
