Now that that's over with, I'll go on to say that this entry is really supposed to begin by referring to…
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Here, in this entry, I'm looking for a way to casually and intelligently — and perhaps even humorously — mention sake–soaked wood cone speakers. Because sake–soaked wood cone speakers are weird. And interesting. And funny. And that kind of weird, interesting, funny stuff needs to be pointed at and teased, wondered upon and caressed. But I will fail at being clever about it, I will throw subtlety out the window, and I will just blurt it out at the start.
Not that I indulge, but I find this article in The Economist on cannabis fascinating—and depressing. Despite our FDA's recent findings that cannabis has no medical value when smoked (a charge motivated more by our "War on Some Drugs" than the facts, it seems), researchers are increasingly finding more ways in which it may be beneficial.
Well, researchers living elsewhere—there have been no clinical studies here, and the DEA won't let any take place. You don't have to advocate legalizing pot to think it's bizarre to issue a "scientific" statement that a substance has no proven value when you…
In offices on opposite coasts, we listened to Neil Young's powerful message, Living With War. While Jon Iverson composed his review, I came up with this.
Living With War
Reprise
The impact is shaking my computer screen. If I could stop my feet from stomping so hard, itd be a little bit easier to type. If my fingers weren't at these keys, my fist would be in the air. And my fingers are only at these keys because I feel so compelled to follow Neil Young's lead and shout out, happily, in this way:
Let's impeach the President for lyin'!
Have you seen…
Kal Rubinson passes this link along. I don't hold out much hope, but it couldn't hurt to remind folks that some of us buy these things.
Over in the Music Room, I posted some additional thoughts on Neil Young's blaring and beautiful Living With War.
People like Samir Husni are teaching it in J-school (U Mississippi): "[Rolling Stone] is one of the few magazines that stayed true to its original mission and audience from the beginning. Wenner was able to maintain the original flavor and keep the passengers on board while bringing in new ones. RS is unique. There is nothing like it on the same scale." Except for all of those other magazines with unclad celebrities on the cover.
Innocent children, scary music, a sense of overwhelming dread . . . and a sky full of reanimated zombies descending from balloons. What more could you ask of cinema?
I've come to the conclusion that birthdays really aren't a whole lotta fun. I mean what's to like? You're another year older, fatter, dumber; in short, whatever detriment is plaguing you at the time is magnified by yet another año.
Living in the Northeast this kind of specialized melancholia is compounded by the climate, which around my March birthday is very much like what I imagine standing on the deck of the Titanic when it hit the berg must have been like: cold, wet, dark. This year my birthday was particularly charming being the day I found out Buck Owens had died…