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Interesting facts on Irish lineage via Harvard prof/Cambridge cop controversy.
Poet John Lunderberg finds some found poems–but not a poet– in Sarah Palin.
Vanity Fair copy edits Palin’s resignation speech.
And a Palin supporter edits the Vanity Fair’s edit. (No comedy here.)
A hilarious yoga campaign to save Sarah’s knees.
“It just rolled off the top of her head, all spontaneous-like, perfectly formed…[…]God, I’ll be sad when she gets a speechwriter…” Yes, you guessed it right; Sarah again. Mudflats reports on her latest speech.
And a priceless Palin party poll underway.
UPDATE on Palin saga: Her farewell speech was no exception…
It’s like Peggy Noonan, Jack London, and William Faulkner wandered into the woods with three buttons of peyote and one typewriter, and only this speech emerged.
And she wrote this speech! In advance, on paper! What does any of it mean? It is amazing. Twenty years ago she could competently descibe a dog race, three years ago she could articulate a position on the abortion issue, and this weekend she composed a resignation speech by throwing culture war stock phrases into a hat and dumping it upside down on a copy of The Paranoid Style in American Politics.
And William Shanter pays tribute on Conan O’ Brien show by performing her poetry set to music. (You can compare it with Sarah’s own performance here, poem begins at about 1:25 on video, and goes until 2:20) Below is the relevant extract, straight out of her farewell speech:
soaring through nature’s finest show.
Denali, the great one, soaring under the midnight sun.
And then the extremes. In the winter time it’s the frozen road
that is competing with the view of ice fogged frigid beauty,
the cold though, doesn’t it split
the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs?
And then in the summertime such extreme
about a hundred and fifty degrees hotter
than just some months ago, than
just some months from now,
with fireweed blooming
along the frost heaves and merciless rivers that are rushing
and reminding us that here,
Mother Nature wins.
It is as throughout all Alaska that big wild
good life teeming along the road that is
north to the future.
“The day that Junior fell down began like any other day: the explosion of heat rippling the air, the trumpeting sunlight, the traffic’s tidal surges, the prayer chants in the distance, the cheap film music rising from the floor below, the loud pelvic thrusts of an “item number” dancing across a neighbor’s TV, a child’s cry, a mother’s rebuke, unexplained laughter, scarlet expectorations, bicycles, the newly plaited hair of schoolgirls, the smell of strong sweet coffee, a green wing flashing in a tree…”
What puts the knife in my heart? That he ends the list of urban events and sounds with “…a green wing flashing in a tree.“
Here’s one of those summer songs one can’t get out of one’s head:
The apparent repeats in the lyrics are close echos, not true repeats.
The great beats, addictive mix and lyrics are why the song sticks.
The official lyrics are here.
One More Dance is the most popular song on my songs blog, and it’s the most searched-for post here.
If anyone’s interested, I revised my personal web site this past weekend. I was pretty sick and couldn’t sleep for more than 30 hours. Partway through my sleepless marathon, I thought about a quick redesign, and said, “Why not?”
One reason why getting sick should not be avoided altogether is the fertile and changed thinking that arises in a feverish mind, of which this revision is good evidence. The bold coloring is a continuing spin out from love, with a sprinkle of exposure to Seidel. Though I’m liking it for now, it’s not done — I have a lot of content to add, I will probably try to create a WordPress install to support the writings section, and the design itself will change. But anyway, it’s fresh and OK at the moment.
My two favorite visual blogs are
In the best of all possible worlds, everyone would check these out and I wouldn’t have to say why they’re my favs — and since saying why is against the visual paradigm, that would suit me fine. But this ain’t the best of all possible worlds, hai na? 🙂 So here’s why:
…Like the rain dropping
everything but its desire
to reach the ground…
ed is discussing. Toggle Comments
…disagreement. Matlab*, showing another way to think, feel, listen, move, see. A teaching. Slyly, gracefully offered.
* Matlab: meaning (Hindi).
Here’s a piece of art from Miles Davis:
Anthony Lane’s New Yorker Mag review (titled “Highly Illogical”) of the new Star Trek movie is dense, running on 24 levels, and funny as hell. There are too many good bits too thickly interwoven to be plucked out as snippets, so please excuse my providing no sample. If you want to laugh and think hard at the same time, give it a read: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2009/05/18/090518crci_cinema_lane
And if you disagree with Lane’s take, try Manohla Dargis’s, in the NY Times: http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/05/08/movies/08trek.html
(Comparing the reviews should show you why I think Lane is the best living film reviewer at the moment.)
Open it up, cut the edges sharper, make it jump, deliver a richer experience. Case in point, “Gora gora rang” by Imran Khan:
The web site: http://www.wdl.org
A NYTimes Global Edition article about it: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/technology/21library.html?_r=1&ref=globalhome
WDL is a Unesco effort.
If you sometimes obsess over words, this one’s for you:
Just read — it’s that good…
can you not dance to this? if you listen with closed eyes, can you resist? heavy baseline over dhol and funny, gritty lyrix!!!! activation mode: most energy centers!
“What what? Brrrra! T-T-Tigerstyle! What what? Brrrra! What what?…”
Open, orphan: hugs hugs hugs.
Links in link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/warriorpoets/message/13120
My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.
Bollywood producers may strike? Say it ain’t so! Not enough BW films reach the US to start with…
There’s an upside to every down: if the strike happens, some multiplexes will be showing cricket instead of films.
The grin I’m wearing is so wide my face just might split open. I just discovered my son’s blog. We’d talked about blogging a little, a couple of years ago. He didn’t want to. He recently redesigned his web site himself. But he didn’t tell me he had a blog. He’s a good writer, that I knew. But I’d never read a blog kind of thing from him. Boy, am I proud! Aiiii! Please forgive this post — this was a delightful surprise to find!
Raghav’s song Humrahee and an essay about how the web is affecting journalism have one thing in common — uncommon beauty.
Humrahee, written and performed by Raghav — tender, lyrical, gorgeous:
Clay Shirky’s “Newspapers and Thinking the Unthinkable”, a profound essay on how the web is affecting journalism (and by implication, other businesses and arts):
God bless the Internet — that’s all of us — for what it allows us to experience and share.