As somebody I follow on twitter pointed out, one of the things that is so outrageous about all this money being raised on behalf of Darren Wilson—
(Beyond the fact that the people donating that money not only couldn’t have read the still-unreleased incident report but also couldn’t have heard Wilson’s own account of what happened when he killed Mike Brown either, since that’s been up to the public to piece together for itself by examining the secondhand characterizations of it made to the media by (often anonymous) police sources, and so, then, all these people donating this money, they’ve seen that an unarmed black teenager was shot to death by a white cop named Wilson and they are passionately supporting Wilson and NOT the unarmed kid who was killed and NOT the dead kid’s family and NOT the multiple eyewitnesses to the killing and NOT the rest of this whole outraged grieving community, on the basis of, um, what exactly, what if not race, what if not some knee-jerk certainty about what the good guys and the bad guys are supposed to look like?)
—is that Wilson doesn’t even need the money! He’s on paid leave and hasn’t been charged with anything! Someone tweeted that it’s like a bunch of racists are giving him reward money. I mean, seriously, if he’s never charged in the case and has minimal legal bills, does Wilson get to just keep all that money like it’s some kind of disgusting gift or fucking horrible prize he’s won?
Frog Eyes’s 2007 album Tears of the Valedictorian is a touchstone for the author, who returns unexpectedly to his childhood home for a year.
I love this essay so much. He’s been posting it in parts and the final part will go up tomorrow. Even if you don’t know anything about the album he is discussing, there’s still so much here that’s well worth reading.
I don’t know how universal the kind of experience he’s describing actually is—the experience of finding yourself back home after a failure, that sense of being totally lost about what your life is supposed to be, the strange experience of returning home again and re-confronting family problems and all the dynamics of your past once again, that feeling that as an adult you now need to re-grow up all over again or something—I just really really relate. I lived through a very similar experience and I know a lot of people who have. Really, nowadays who doesn’t at some point in early adulthood find his or her self at a loss and have to temporarily move back home? That shit is as American as a McDonald’s apple pie purchased by a tween using her parents’ credit card.
Anyway, I urge you to set aside some time and read this thing.
Battlestar Galactica question: The guy who is second in charge behind Commander Adama, I think he’s Colonel Tigh, he’s played by John McCain, right?
How did Sen. John McCain have time to be in this TV show?
I think Ryan Seacrest is a cylon.
The Leftovers is so good.
Where is your book shop? Or any other book places you'd recommend that's not a massive chain like B&N or anything. I'm coming to DC and I'd really like to go novel shopping.
I don’t manage that bookstore anymore. But you should still check it out. It’s still an awesome place. http://www.yelp.com/biz/books-for-america-washington
And Second Story Books is just up the street from there so you should probably check them out too.
Also, I really like Bridge Street Books in Georgetown.
During Robin Williams’ 2010 interview on WTF he tells Marc Maron about seeing Richard Pryor once do a bit where he impersonated God and said “Hey, hi everyone. I’m here to pick up my son. Where is he?” And all the people have to be like um well shit we killed him. “You killed my fucking son?” “Yeah we killed him and then he came back to life for a bit and told us some stuff and then he went away again.”
And then Pryor in an angry God voice says: “You know what, fuck it. He told you about the love thing. If you fuck up living with love, I’m done with you motherfuckers forever.” And then Pryor stormed off stage.
And Williams said the crowd wasn’t into it at all but that he thought it was like the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.
The Jose Saramago novel Seeing is about what happens in a country when even though the whole population goes to the polls to vote, 90% of the people simply cast a blank ballot. This happens spontaneously and it’s not clear what it means exactly, although no one thinks that these citizens left their ballots blank because they’re so satisfied with the democracy they live in.
What the novel focuses on is how the government responds to this moment. The government instantly feels deeply threatened and is very paranoid and it almost instantly starts to create conflict that it can falsely use to explain the unhappiness of the citizens. The government starts to lie and get violent. But it’s not calculated exactly. It happens step by step, the government officials attempting to protect themselves, organizations following their most natural impulses, and, inch by inch, the people in power push the country into chaos while telling themselves that they’re doing everything they can to prevent exactly that.
I’ve actually sent a text message from my phone that said in complete seriousness that I couldn’t find my phone.
I totally believe you could defend owning a gun but surely no one can defend owning a magazine about guns. That shit is insane, right?
It’s crazy how badly my face wants hair on itself! Like no matter how often I scrape my face with a sharp blade to get the hair off, my face just won’t give up. It keeps trying again to put hair on itself.
Dwight says: “It’s the second easiest job in the world.”
Then he turns to the camera and explains in a whisper: “being a mom.”