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Psalm Number 151

Trend alert! Apparently "resigned" is the new "outraged." (Recommended: Saving your outrage for the oppression of the Young White Privileged Male as Literary Subject Matter. Related: YM boys: Think we can drum up a casual pick-up game?)

Sorry, but it's just really easy for me to be angry these days, and not just because Denton's late sending out the 1099s this year (AGAIN). I feel as though some vestigial odor of Gauloises and patchouli comes wafting out of my pores when I write about shit like this, but whatever. Consider it the result of this Perfect Shit Storm of the Bell trial verdict and reading both Dark Alliance by Gary Webb (more on that here) and Body of Secrets by James Bamford (read an excerpt here, and yes I know these secondary links bear the crinkle of tinfoil hats but what do you expect from me). Oh, and also a friend of mine just got confirmation (after she filed an NSA FOIA request) that she is not paranoid and is, in fact, being monitored by the government because of some "antiestablishment" activities.

Don't worry, on Monday I'll go back to being irritated about Sloane Crosley or something. I'm sure this is nothing a few Pimm's Cups on my yacht can't cure.


The Coup, My Favorite Mutiny

You Grew Up On Night Flight, Right? Boom Boom Boom Boom*

Suburban Lawns - "Janitor"

Charlie Buckholtz, previously mentioned here as the East Village rabbi from Silver Spring, MD who grew up with Sedar Chappelle (and brother David), was recently the focus of a PBS feature. He sent me the above video from New Wave Theatre (he has a book coming out about the show and its host Peter Ivers) which I think I've played at least 25 times since receiving it. Wow. I feel so uncool that I had never seen or heard of the Suburban Lawns before. To gank a comment from the YouTube page, Sue Tissue had the potential to be a female Ian Curtis. Download two more of their songs here. A video for "Gidget Goes to Hell" was shot by Jonathan Demme and shown on SNL in 1980, probably the only thing worth preserving from that season.

*Like most suburban youth in the 80s, my friends and I first saw "Another State of Mind" on USA's Night Flight. Someone taped it and it was passed around like that Playboy with Suzanne Somers. It remains a mystery to this day, but somehow Marc Browne erased the audio from the VHS tape. Unless he was routinely jerking off with a magnet, that kind of thing just wasn't possible in those days.

Gulping down thorazines.

The number one reason why this weather is great: Floaters. The number one reason why this weather sucks so much: The Crazies come out of the woodwork. Coming down Fourth Avenue just now: First I got stuck behind a senile man making Three Stooges-type noises. Then I passed by a guy shadow boxing with his reflection in the KMart window and shouting about "the smoke." Finally--and I kind of wonder if this guy wasn't really some sort of Black Bloc/Situationist type--I happened on a homeless dude facing the front windows of the Astor Place Starbucks with his pants down, playing with himself. A crowd of onlookers hooted and hollered. Meanwhile a cop bought a candy bar at the newsstand.

Magazine - My Mind Ain't So Open

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