"On one of his best songs, the super-catchy “I Feel Like Dying,” Lil Wayne barely exists. He always sounds high, but on this song he sounds as though he has already passed
out.
A lot of the alarmism about pop music sending the wrong message to impressionable youth seems mostly overwrought to me, but I’ll cop to feeling taken aback at ten-year-olds singing, “Only once the drugs are
done, do I feel like dying, I feel like dying.”
First time I heard a fifth grader singing this in falsetto, I said: “What did you say?”
He said: “Mr. Ramsey, you know you be listening to that song. Why you tripping?”
My students always ask me why I’m tripping at precisely the moments when the answer seems incredibly obvious to me..."
"Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings and moody regrets that numb the best energies of the soul: and rising, broadening, rolling upward like a living flood, the manly resolve, and the dauntless will, and the heavenward gaze of faith--the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen!"
"Look Eastward! Aye, look Eastward!"
from: "Sylvie and Bruno" by Lewis Carroll, Chapter 25 (conclusion)
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"The Monte Clark Gallery is pleased to announce a solo exhibition entitled In the Street from Vancouver-based painter Alison Yip.
For her second solo exhibition at the Monte Clark Gallery in Vancouver, Yip exhibits paintings of her observations of street life in Vancouver, Hong Kong and Macau.
The new paintings are intimate in scale and continue Yip’s developing personal language of colour and light. The motives derive from the artist’s photographs
and sketches made in the street. Many of the figures are isolated, caught in a moment of reflection or an everyday action such as waiting for a bus or pausing to clean one’s glasses...
"When the Lutheran Church began admitting women to theological studies in 1965, she came up with the uniform: a black matte wool dress with a matching jacket trimmed in red velvet..."
"Wallace is a little incredulous, pointing out that she, herself has admitted to not being focused on national security. McCain's rejoinder: "She was in the PTA!" This is really, really, really, just sad. As someone who harbored some admiration of John McCain in the past decade, watching him flail around, in a dim attempt to justify this pick. It's a little sad..."
SEE "NO END IN SIGHT" HERE IN ITS ENTIRETY FROM 9/1 - 11/5/08.
The first film of its kind to chronicle the reasons behind Iraq's descent into guerilla war, warlord rule, criminality and anarchy, "No End In Sight" is a jaw-dropping, insider's tale of wholesale incompetence, recklessness and venality. Based on over 200 hours of footage, the film provides a candid retelling of the events following the fall of Baghdad in 2003 by high ranking officials, Iraqi civilians, American soldiers, and prominent analysts. "No End In Sight" examines the manner in which the principal errors of U.S. policy -- the use of insufficient troop levels, allowing the looting of Baghdad, the purging of professionals from the Iraqi government, and the disbanding of the Iraqi military -- largely created the insurgency and chaos that engulf Iraq today.
"At the main road Toni turned round. "You must walk back with me to my room, Rascasse--because--because--"
"Because what?"
"Because I am afraid of a ghost there."
"What kind of ghost?"
"Oh, well--she is a woman with very red hair, very cold, sometimes she is thin and sometimes she is fat. She comes very close and goes away at the same time like a pendule. She is the ghost of a mountain in Finland and she wants me to go back because I promised never to leave her."
The midnight bus from Nice could not have arrived more opportunely..."
"Whenever Democrats gather to celebrate the party, they invoke the names of their luminaries past. The list used to begin with Jefferson and Jackson. More recently, it’s been shortened to F.D.R., Truman, and J.F.K. The one Democrat with a legitimate claim to greatness who can’t be named is Lyndon Johnson. The other day I asked Robert Caro, Johnson’s Pulitzer-Prize-winning biographer and hardly a hagiographer of the man, whether he thought Johnson should be mentioned in Denver. “It would be only just to Johnson,” Caro said. “If the Democratic Party was going to honestly acknowledge how it came to the point in its history that it was about to nominate a black American for President, no speech would not mention Lyndon Johnson.” Caro is now at work on the fourth volume of his epic biography, about Johnson’s White House years. “I am writing right now about how he won for black Americans the right to vote. I am turning from what happened forty-three years ago to what I am reading in my daily newspaper—and the thrill that goes up and down my spine when I realize the historical significance of this moment is only equaled by my anger that they are not giving Johnson credit for it...”
