Yesterday morning on 270 south, on the curve to the left at the split at the spur, the Matrix hit 200K miles. I always liked the car's dashboard looks like a United uniform. The transmission is starting to go, and I'll not sink more than a few hundred dollars into a repair, and the CD player has been busted the last 50K miles and Dvorak's American Suite was what was on WETA at the time, but I gassed it up and Jiffy Lubed it yesterday, it's been an exceptionally reliable car needing just standard maintenance, I feel an obligation to run it into the ground, or at least sensible abandonment.
- More songs for long quiet solo drives over mountains.
- Another person asks, Does Obama think we're stupid?
- Obama on imperial power and total surveillance: If I tell Michelle that I did the dishes — now, granted, in the White House, I don’t do the dishes that much, but back in the day,” Obama said, “and she’s a little skeptical, well, I’d like her to trust me, but maybe I need to bring her back and show her the dishes and not just have her take my word for it.
- So it's come to this: two links from Politico. Thanks, Obama.
- The surveillance is not about terrorism.
- Police state tango.
- On Lavabit.
- Fine print as capitalism's surrealist masterpiece.
- Privilege and the rhetoric of austerity.
- Maggie's links of the week.
- I walked into the living room yesterday, Planet and Earthgirl are watching some TV show, Captain Janeway is undercover as a old fat Russian inmate in a California prison. No sign of Seven of Nine or Jameway's First Officer Chipotle.
- Potomac drowning machine.
- Watkins Mill interchange!
- { feuilleton }'s links of the week.
- A Language.
- Album - A Runthru.
- Beckett, for those of you who do.
- Celan and Beckett, for those of you who do.
- Malone Dies.
- In the marvelous dimension.
- Seven pieces of HOLYFUCK!
ARGUMENT OVER, AMOUNTING
Clark Coolidge
In edges, in barriers the tonal light of t
the one thing removed overemphasizes tonally
and you could hurry it, and it vanish and plan
You go out on an avenue, but may be taken in despite
your chordal list of hates, overcomings banished ready
receiving you from a darkened cone, the one a beat
behind the one you there are
Then the I not part of the you equation, but the
spider trying to build where it is written
vibrates tentative
I don’t want to talk to you about it anymore
crystal region in its light, there are failures and
there are failures
But it’s imperative, abrupt catch, that you sink the
final catch, trounced morning
this is awful but none other available, words reach
and visually fail to tie audibly retire
the pieces of the opening collision, and the reaches of
turning aside remind
I am hopefully
this is position
of the world overcome by
and by the wind takes our voice
the collateral one voice
