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Saturday, September 04, 2004  

What's That In the Road? A Fork?

I've been meaning to start noting the greatest records (singles, I mean) here for a long time. My methods and criteria: I am driving (usually), I hear a song that reminds me that I've been meaning to mention its greatness here for a long time. If I can hold the rekindled memory of my probably-already-forgotten-several-times intention in my head long enough, it gets added here.

I will begin with two.

New Radicals, You Get What You Give. This song chokes me up, and lifts me up, like no other. The tipping point (though it can fall either way) between the two occurs with the lines, You're in harm's way, I'm right behind, Now say your mine.

The Spinners, I'll Be Around. Built around the best electric guitar ostinato ever devised. This is our fork in the road, Love's last episode.

1:40 PM


This Is Your Mind Without Doubt

From a somewhat hopeful article about shame in the Muslim world over yesterday's events in Russia:

Ali Abdullah, a Bahraini scholar who follows the ultraconservative Salafi stream of Islam, condemned the school attack as "un-Islamic," but insisted Muslims weren't behind it.

"I have no doubt in my mind that this is the work of the Israelis who want to tarnish the image of Muslims and are working alongside Russians who have their own agenda against the Muslims in Chechnya," said Abdullah.

1:33 PM

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

The Answer Lies Under My Bed

While I lie on top of it (and everywhere else).


It is reminiscent of the Hempschaton.

Humans appear to be hardwired for turning their instruments of pleasure and objects of desire into universal goods, solvents and truths.

For example, I must always remind myself to stop using sex as a ploughshare. Perhaps you feel the world would finally and forever be at peace if everyone knew the thrill of competitive orienteering.

I'd be willing to hear you out if you did. Give me an obsessive over a wide-ranger any day.

But just for a day.

3:22 PM

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Situational Escalationism

Andrew Sullivan points out the gay bashing history of the Mormon invoker of Mondays's session of the Republican National Convention. Miss(is?) Sheri Dew, for so the invocative one is named, calls Dorothy Thompson down from gay heaven to make her point. And they say perfection is not of this world:

This escalating situation [i.e. the normalization of gay marriage] reminds me of a statement of a World War II journalist by the name of Dorothy Thompson who wrote for the Saturday Evening Post in Europe during the pre-World War II years when Hitler was building up his armies and starting to take ground. In an address she delivered in Toronto in 1941 she said this: "Before this epic is over, every living human being will have chosen. Every living human being will have lined up with Hitler or against him. Every living human being either will have opposed this onslaught or supported it, for if he tries to make no choice that in itself will be a choice. If he takes no side, he is on Hitler's side. If he does not act, that is an act — for Hitler."

The entry for Dorothy Thompson from a lesbian Britannica:

Dorothy Thompson was a heterosexually identified woman who was married to a man but who fell in love with another woman, Christa Winsloe. Dorothy was a writer for newspapers and magazines, a lecturer, a radio commentator, a feminist, an activist, a political analyst, and the author of two novels: The New Russia (1928) and I Saw Hitler (1932). She was expelled from Nazi Germany by Hitler because of an interview that she published that he did not like. She married and divorced Josef Bard and then later married the famous novelist Sinclair Lewis, who's image of lesbians can be seen in his novel Ann Vickers where a possessive, cruel lesbian drives another woman to suicide. Dorothy wrote about her love for Christa Winsloe and another woman in her journal, which still survives. Christa seemed to be her life's love and she was devastated when she heard of Christa's murder. See also Christa Winsloe.

Yes, you really should get to know Christa, too.

How her story ends:

Winsloe was active in the antifascist movement in France, even hiding refugees in the home she shared with her lover, the Swiss author Simone Gentet. Under circumstances that have never been completely clarified, both women were murdered in early June 1944.

2:29 AM

Monday, August 30, 2004

The Mad Hatter's Tea Dance

The gayest things at Disneyworld (now that I've left):

1.The song they play while you ride the Aerosmith roller coaster (it's like Space Mountain but a magnitude better) at MGM-Disney: Dude Looks Like a Lady.

2. Whatever infotainmentary it is that Ellen Degeneres narrates at Epcot. I didn't go in.

3. The Mad Hatter, or the guy who was personating him the day I was there.

4. Tomorrowland--Your Camp Future Now!

The straightest thing at Disneyworld:

Epcot (in spite of Ellen)--Your Old Future Then!

10:15 PM