Dear California-bound,
I’ve found your new anthem and the SICKEST video ever to go with it.
You’re welcome.
Modern Logic Puzzles
You are attending the wedding of your ex-girlfriend and Charlie. It’s a lovely ceremony. She cries a bit at the altar. You have a 5-cup thermos and a 3-cup thermos, and a large Costco bottle of Popov in the trunk of your rental car. You know from experience that it takes exactly 4 cups of vodka before you can’t process emotions. How do you measure out precisely 4 cups of Popov?
— (by, uh, me.)
Paying For The Times At SXSW
David Carr at The New York Times
When I was in Austin, I would fall asleep each night to bad dreams, prompted by cable ranting that the world was melting down, principally in Japan. And each morning I would wake up to reporting that described in very careful detail what was actually known, not feared, about the nuclear crisis in Japan. Throughout the day, I checked my alerts to make sure the world was not ending imminently. Tellingly, I never picked up a copy of the paper, reading it on the new iPad where The Times is a living thing and the better for it.
People, real actual people, went and got that information, some of it at personal peril and certainly at gigantic institutional expense. So The Times is turning toward its customers to bear some of the cost. The Times is hardly alone: AFP, Reuters, Associated Press, Dow Jones, BBC and NPR are all part of a muscular journalistic ecosystem. But it seems an odd time to argue against a business initiative that aims at keeping boots on the ground during a time of global upheaval.
From ‘Resistance, Rebellion, and Death: Essays’ by Justin Bieber
p. 154, “Homage to an Exile: Thoughts of a Canadian Abroad”
My comments on universal health care as published in ‘Rolling Stone’ elided a central point I was attempting to make: the welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants, and it provides the further advantage of giving the servants of tyranny a good conscience. It would be easy, however, to destroy that good conscience by shouting to them: if you want the happiness of the people, let them speak out and tell what kind of happiness they want and what kind they don’t want! But, in truth, the very ones who make use of such alibis know they are lies; they leave to their pop stars on duty the chore of believing in them and of proving that religion, patriotism, and justice need for their survival the sacrifice of freedom.
p. 235, “The Boy in Manhattan”
Sometimes from beyond the skyscrapers, across of thousands of high walls, the cry of a a tugboat finds you in your insomnia in the middle of the night, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
p. 378, “My World”
For those of us who have been thrown into hell, mysterious melodies and the torturing images of a vanished beauty will always bring us, in the midst of crime and folly, the echo of that harmonious insurrection which bears witness, throughout the centuries, to the greatness of humanity.
p. 381, ibid.
A profound thought is in a constant state of becoming; it adopts the experience of a life and assumes its shape. Likewise, a man’s sole creation is strengthened in its successive and multiple aspects: his works. One after another they complement one another, correct or overtake one another, contradict one another, too. If something brings creation to an end, it is not the victorious and illusory cry of the blinded artist: “Baby, baby, baby, oh. Like, baby, baby, baby, oh!” but the death of the creator which closes his experiences and the book of his genius.
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