Here we are again playing "Smut, don't drink it!"

Some days it is better to lock the liquor cabinet just to prevent certain individuals (I'm looking at you Herr Doktor) from self destructive behaviors.


The case against despair, or why I refuse to enjoy my shit sandwich

Oh good. TBogg has dusted off with pride one of my favorite tropes. You know the one, the one where his big joke is at the expense of people concerned over the death sentence passed in a controversial cop-killer case and he tells everyone who doesn't think like TBogg that they are immature children that need to grow the fuck up?
Yeah, that is hilarious. I can't wait for Digby to post another link saying how great TBogg is.
The basic bloggy trope has been kicking around since at least 2001 where those people had the temerity to question whether St. Gore really was really any better than the Republican alternative.
Well it turned out that the Republican alternative really was that bad, and all we heard from then on out is Al Gore fanfic about how it would have been so much better with Al as president and it was all the fault of those people, THANKSRALPH! This was the time when the delightful term the "purity police" was coined, a derivative of the oft used and equally loathsome PC police (a rant for another time).
We were the cautionary tale to keep everyone in line. If we don't vote for the Democrat, the Republican bogey man is under the bed ready to eat our children (just look at all the people those Nader voters killed in Iraq). Every lurch to the right justified with "well at least it wasn't as big a lurch as it could have been." And hey look, gays can marry now!
I get it, I really do. The Republican party is bugshit crazy. There are some areas on the margins where real relief to people is provided by Democrats. Things that cannot be trivialized. The lesser evil argument connects with a solid left.
Here's the problem: If I accept this framing, if I accept that 1% less evil is enough, I embrace despair., nothing less. Because I do not see Democrats and Republicans as two teams fighting it out for what is right, I see a winch and a pawl, one party squeezing tighter and the other merely preventing the backslide. Voting for the pawl means I have accepted that this arc of history is inevitable. That the plutocrats will always win. I am Winston Smith after his treatments, toothless, impotent.
While I admit I may be fooling myself, that my desire to be like Luke fighting Dragline instead of Winston Smith begging for Julia to replace him, is nothing more than a masturbatory fantasy, it is the direction I choose to take, the one I need to take. If that make me a child or a "bro" in TBogg's eyes, well that is a risk I am willing to live with. I also think that maybe people should continue to strive to make sure justice is truly served in Mumia Abu Jamal's case, even it it won't get me into TBogg's heaven.
I guess some men you just can reach.


Floating stone head

Or reason #3,456,098 why I love Community (20:30):


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Zombie Bait

The best part about my trip to Barcelona was the chance to see one of my favorite architects up close and personal for the first time. Here are the three stops I was able to hit. 


 Main staircase:

Fireplace in the den:

Living room:

The interior light well (so beautiful):

Mushroom chimneys:

The dragon's back:

Gaudi described it as looking like a forest inside, perfect description:

SF is now my favorite big fucking church:

One for Jennifer, the stained glass was chosen to be very richly colorful (they would slowly shift from orange to yellow to green to blue) causing the inside to glow beautifully: 

Ceiling detail

Parachuting Jesus

Each entrance represented a different phase of Jesus' life, this was Gaudi's Nativity:

Workshop in the basement. The SF will never be completed:

If erection lasts for more than 4 centuries, consult physician:

Can't see the forest for the trees:

Money shot:

Now with hip cafe:

Inside courtyard:

Courtyard from the roof:

Should I be getting aroused?

Apparently so:

Attic where the apartment complex's laundry used to be. My laundry doesn't look quite as cool:

Typical kitchen:

Dining room:

2nd courtyard:

Main living space of an apartment:

All in all 7 thumbs up!


Jack Crow

I can't comment on your blog Jack so I am posting here hoping you will see it.

I am very sorry to hear the news of you and your wife's illnesses. While death will take us all, some live and appreciate the life we get better than others. You are one of those people, and we are cheated out of your full span. Live well Jack Crow.



Not everyone sucks

I am breaking radio silence to say YEAH MARYLAND!

Back to the voices in my head.