No Sleep 'til Crooklyn
I've been avoiding politics lately, in an attempt to retain my sanity. Checked in with those fun-loving, darkie-hating kids at little green footballs, and they're attacking Spike Lee (and indirectly, Malcolm X) for producing John Walker Lindh.
Really, I'm quite willing to die a horrible, painful death if I can watch them go at the same time.
VASpider takes another throwaway line and manages to provoke an intelligent discussion. It's a skill, man. kd makes with the helpful links thing, and doesn't call for comments permalinks. See? Decaf works.
There's also a link to the Halloween redesign at snarkalicious, where you can find some appropriate music for the season. Well, a season, anyway. But is there a time when "Kidnap the Sandy Claws" isn't appropriate?
In that next entry here, the ToneZone Radio link goes to a station almost, but not quite, totally unlike the station available at ToneZone itself. Well, there's some crossover, but. . . skip it, it's all good, I'm just happy the onboard SIS7018 is working again. The driver seems to corrupt itself every few weeks just to remind me why I don't use this operating system when I can avoid it.
Then again, at least I have a computer. . . and should check Mark's site more often. From (one of the) Race: The Last Taboo articles from Montreal Gazette:
A minor incident. A trivial incident, even. No blows were exchanged, no property was damaged, no curses were left hanging in the air. But, black people say, it's the sort of event they experience all too often - the sort of event that leaves a mental scar.Racism against many minority groups is pervasive in the city (it appears to be on the upswing against Muslims and South Asians). Yet black people, it seems, still have it the worst. The most intractable difficulties may still be theirs.
"You can be a priest," Yves-Eugène Joseph says. "You can be a lawyer or a journalist or a doctor. But before anything else - even if you were the pope - people still look at you as a black."
Which brings us back to Malcolm X:
I am not a Republican nor a Democrat, nor an American, and got sense enough to know it. I am one of the 22 million Black victims of the Democrats, and one of the 22 million Black victims of the Republicans, and one of the 22 million Black victims of Americanism.... You and I have never seen Democracy, all we've seen is hypocracy.... If you go to jail, so what. If you are Black, you were born in jail. If you are Black, you were born in jail, in the North as well as the South. Stop talking about the South. As long as you are South of the Canadian border, you are South.
Apparently, Malcolm was an optimist.
Comments
In my house, it's pretty much always Halloween. I've never lived somewhere with so much spider-and-skeleton paraphernalia.
Then again, the housemate's birthday is Nov. 1st, so it's to be expected.
re: throwaway comments into entries, I think it's at least partially because you tend to make these throwaway comments about my hot button issues.
Posted by: VASpider | September 30, 2002 12:34 AM
It's my mutant power, you know.
So Every Day is Halloween? Aren't you worried about looking so absurd, looking so obscene?
Posted by: Aaron | September 30, 2002 9:16 AM
Halloween ends in our house, but leaves year-round residents on each mantlepiece. One of my daughter's first five words was 'gargoyle.' Right after 'kitty,' 'more,' 'dada,'and 'no.'
(Yes, that's right, 'mama' is not on the list. Make of that what you will.)
Posted by: garrity | September 30, 2002 9:47 AM
quit sneaking in nightmare before christmas lyrics...
now i've got "This is Halloween" running through my head.
Posted by: Jason | September 30, 2002 9:59 AM
garrity, did she get the liquid "r" and the diphthongy "l" towards the end right? Because then you'll have to hide her from the Bene Gesserit.
Ok, two or three people should get both of those. . .
Jason, what's this?
Posted by: Aaron | September 30, 2002 10:09 AM
Absolutely no one's dead.
Ugh. I feel like I should be more witty right now, but I just faced down a kid's day with over seven thousand screaming junior high students.
There's another one Friday.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer...
Posted by: VASpider | September 30, 2002 5:18 PM
P.S. Yes, Every Day is Halloween, here. Additionally, nightly, it's a Dead Man's Party 'round these parts.
Leave your body and soul at the door.
Posted by: VASpider | September 30, 2002 5:19 PM
Aaron, as I recall it, she was getting it out as such: GAR-goy. Lost the final l, and was somewhat confised by the verb "to gargle" for a while.
And she's not really an ideal Bene Gesserit candidate. Instead of getting her way by boring through the front of your skull with the sheer power of her mind, she bores though your eardrums with really really really really annoying mantras; her most favorite is "but, Mama . . ." She can repeat it indefinitely.
No, really, very annoying.
Posted by: garrity | September 30, 2002 6:45 PM
But you were just looking for a replacement cat slave.
Right.
VASpider, can I leave the receipt for my soul at the door instead?
7,000?
You're a braver person than I.
Posted by: Aaron | September 30, 2002 7:55 PM
Yes, seven thousand of them. If you've ever felt the inclination to observe adolescent teens in the wild, come to a Ren Faire on a school day. They're left entirely unsupervised, for the most part, and run entirely insane all over the grounds. I have an advantage in that I have something that a lot of them want (roses) and in that I'm not an actor. I don't have to say "Yes, and," and I don't have to keep character if they piss me off. I don't, technically speaking, have a character.
I feel really, really sorry for the pretty, waifish actresses, a lot of them actually run into problems on JHS and SHS days with molestation and serious, serious harassment.
There's a reason why a lot of the actors carry steel. Visible deterrents are a good thing, on the practical, personal level; if you can't carry steel, know how to project your voice. Nothing scares off a group of creepy kids as much as the response that comes from a scream of "Constable!" (That's the I AM NOT KIDDING AROUND distress cry).
Hmm. This definitely qualifies as rambling. I'll stop now.
Posted by: VASpider | September 30, 2002 8:26 PM
But I like the rambling. . .
And since your version of events doesn't include the words "convert" "football field" and "temporary morgue" it's way better than mine would be in similar circumstances.
Posted by: Aaron | September 30, 2002 8:49 PM
Well, see, if I stand still for a few minutes, scads of them will run up and throw money at me.
Then they go away, or I go away. It's simple, really.
La la. Must go away from computer now. Too angry to be at keyboard.
Posted by: VASpider | September 30, 2002 9:11 PM
Well, by leaving when you did, you allow people who don't visit your site to speculate about why they're throwing money. . .
For this, I may be capable of brief, Anya-level customer service. "You may go" would work for that audience, right? None of that "Have a nice day" stuff?
Posted by: Aaron | October 1, 2002 8:43 AM
Most definitely. The mental image of that being said in that particular fashion, if nothing else, is highly amusing to me.
And it's all about amusing me.
Posted by: VASpider | October 1, 2002 12:08 PM