Gimme back my uterus*

Ok, not mine, of course. I can call no one's uterus mine. But it looks like they's starting to belong to George Bush.

The parrot says, "Culture of life, bwaaaak, culture of life."

*Sung to the tune of "Gimme back my bullets" by Lynryd Skynryd.

A little fall color

Charlotte isn't New England but we do have some trees around here that get nice and pretty in the fall. This picture ain't nothing special but it has fall color in it, so there.

I love statistics

I found a site that lists the biggest box office hits of all time with the money adjust for inflation. It's pretty cool. You can view it here.

New words for new birds

How do you think George Bush will handle this problem. I reckon he'll probably recommend that them "foreigners up north oughta just start speaking English like everybody else of worth in the world."

Screw George Bush (this comment should not be taken as a threat toward the physical well being of the president and does not require any investigation by any of our police or intelligence services. Screw George Bush).

From an article on the morality of war by Garry Wills: "Even William Fulbright endorsed Lyndon Johnson's lies when he voted for the Tonkin Gulf Resolution. Only Senators Wayne Morse and Ernest Gruening were courageous enough to defy the President and vote against it. You would think that this experience would make senators way of george W. Bush - but, no, John Kerry and Hillary Clinton voted to him authority to make war in Iraq." (The New York Review of Books, 11/18/04).

If a goodly number of our senators had the balls of their own convictions that damn George Bush would have been voted out of office.

God bless George Bush

I'm disgusted that I helped pay for some of this.

Sally Timms

Last night I went to the Evening Muse to see Sally Timms. She is touring in support of her new album called "In the World of Him." The opening act was a genuine American eccentric, Johnny Dowd. I recommend checking out some of the sound clips on Dowd's website. It's pretty cool stuff.

Dowd was entertaining and his band, that backed up both performers, was stellar. Sally was charming, funny and sang like an angel. It was the kind of show that reminds me why I still go out and see live music. I spent over an hour surrounded by the amazing voice of Sally Timms backed up by a crack band.

Here's a couple of pictures.

Poker Night

Saturday I went to Senior Engelbrecht's pad for a night of sexist guy talk with heavy ingesting of heart-attack-insuring food and poker playing. We laughed our asses off for about five hours. Being stupid males for a few hours is necessary to the continuing healthy existence of those males. A room full of gas and foul language is required for us to maintain a healthy hormonal balance. Give us some time to act like idiots and we'll be good and docile for a day or so. Of course there are extremes. A party animal and a cuckold aren't any good to anybody.

That preamble is just an excuse to show this little bit of amateur photoshopping.

Bring on the theocracy

Jesus, what a dick. Can't wait for the new attorney general. He helped our regime redefine what torture is and helped our government subvert the Geneva Convention.

I've seen some rhetoric recently concerning protecting marriage and "family" in reference to gay marriage. You know, if you substitute the word "Jews" for "gays" in these diatribes the language gets a little scary.

Also, I see that our vice president has been harping about how Bush has received the largest amount of votes ever for president. Of course he fails to mention that the second number of votes ever received by a candidate for the presidency was Bush's challenger, John Kerry. This is the kind of dishonesty, a dishonesty that relies of ignorance, that this administration has exhibited since day one.

I read a book review today (part of my job, how cool is that?) by David Foster Wallace in the recent New York Times Sunday book section. Wallace by himself is a writer whose use of words can sometimes cause you to put the piece of writing down, rub your eyes and think, "God, what a genius." He's the kind of writer that can make you doubt the existence of yourself and the world.

The book he was reviewing was a biography of Jorge Borges. I've never read Borges but Wallace's brilliant and challenging negative review of the biography (fiction used as an explanation of an author's state of mind. I had to agree, I don't buy that either) caused me to grab a collection of short stories off of the shelf and read one mentioned in the review. The story is called "The Immortal" and it's an amazing work of literature and it's a brain twister.

You have to wonder at a marvelous piece of literature that has the premise that everthing has been done before and will be done again and again and again... I have to imagine he would agree with the statement by Charles Bukowski who stated a poem doesn't have to have big words or mystical aspirations; it just has to say something in a way that is unique. Like George Carlin does when he stands on stage and puts nonsensical phrases together while claiming gleefully that no one has ever said those phrases ever in the history of the world. So in that sense I say: Hubristic Child Sharpener.

A Mekon in Charlotte?

I just saw that Sally Timms is going to be at the Evening Muse this Tuesday. Wouldn't you know, I have that day off and the following day also. Yee hah! A Mekon in my town? What the heck is going on? I am very excited excited. Now only if we could get the Waco Brothers to make an appearance in Charlotte then it would truly be a mad, mad, mad, mad world.