http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/tv_shows/fosters/index.html

visually interesting cartoon, pop weirdness, sort of adams family goes kawaii

http://www.hum.au.dk/romansk/borges/vakalo/zf/html/preface.html

strange and amorphus illustrations to borges's faux taxonomic work on imaiganry(sp) animals, the drawings are actually not as good as the artist thinks they are, but sometimes provide a useful tension b/w several texts (the text of the image, the text of borges, the text that borges is glossing, the text that is invented when any one of these texts come together)

http://www.ucpress.edu/books/bfi/pages/PROD0499.html

mr sinker will kick yr ass (and by ass i mean brain)

Kaylei Mosier of Smith Drug Store, in McKinney Texas is a fucking hero...she is selling perscription at or below wholesale costs, so that people who need them and cannot afford them will not have to chose b.w their diease(sp) or food on their tables.

Look, shit like this should be taken care of by a national pharmacare plan, and by drug compnaies that deal with real drugs and not on the middle classes lack of hard ons, gluttons discomfort and general ennui but until they do... (nyrb article this month on how greedy these motherfuckers are should be read by all)

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/17244
nyrb article (read v. quick, it'll go dark soon)

http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/metropolitan/2712452
McKinney's doing the right thing.

also they tend to conflate gender non essentalism w. radical femminsim--one comes from gender and queer studies, and is rather recent, and one comes from womens movements in the 70s and actually more often then not claims the same kind of essentalism the pope does ---i keep coming back to greer and her book the whole woman, where gender outlaws are not women, are incomplete, etc, are "patomime dames"

http://www.geocities.com/johnaugus/fox-genovese.html

standard catholic defence of women, really a standard text--that said declaring womens unique genius does not resolve the problems of essetnalism, and patronizing patricahy that occur with this pope, in fact they might excerbate

http://www.timesdispatch.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=RTD%2FMGArticle%2FRTD_BasicArticle&c=MGArticle&cid=1031776979385&path=!news&s=1045855934842

I think that ms kerry has a fine sense of camp, and i think she cares about queer issues, i also think that her husband and his party should fucking listen.

tues. drew--dinner
wed. colleen/pat--comics, movie
thurs. dave the russian fish/chips o byrnes
fri.- DAVE DRINKS ELEPHANT AND CASTLE.

jessica simpson notes

two things
presented in the camping episode as spoiled, (hike, louis vuiton purse, etc)...nick says that he has a five year plan for ending her spoiledness, constantly calls her spoiled, parse that--spoiled vs (not closeted, the other word, apart from the world)

same episode, jessica sings a silly song, badly and off key, w/o much joy (though it is supposed to be a joyus random moment), and then ends talking about her King--ie any time is permerated w. jesus.

pop singer who cant sing is/has been done
but church singers are v. much about craft, i meant to specialise in a world where everyone makes a joyful noise unto the lord requires a certain subterfuge+ambition+old fashioned craft--have not heard any work that would require that.

(in fact her church work, her early work has been hidden, plus she almost made it to the xtina/britney/j-tim class on the new mickey mouse club--was jesus a consolation prize ?)

after a few weeks of ruining the eag peice by adding to it and making it eastern, i finally said fuck it tonite and sent the whole package in, via email.

dont know what the fuck they are gonna think--but hey.

The Streets finally have indie cred here. Painfully hip fashionable stores (the kind that stock Vice magazine amongst the Vintage) play Mike Skinner's music beside Adam Ant and "Jean Genie" era David Bowie, which always struck me as silly - there is nothing glamorous or artificial in his music. He is the perfect British novelist, someone who plumbs the banality and pathos of middle England.The single makes me cry. I have heard people say that it tells the world that boys shouldn't cry, and i think that this is a dangerous misreading. He is begging, of course, but he has to be beg - there is nothing left, she is going to go, and the desperation is palpable. The drying of eyes is not machismo bravado, but an honest recognition of the futility of the situation.I cannot think of an American hip hopper (fuck that - I cannot think of an American musician) that engages in this kind of emotional vulnerability, you could argue Marshall Mathers, but he is blessed with a multiplicity of personae, there is only one the Streets, and his life is so indivisible from the life of both Mike Skinner and all of the lads that he represents. (Lad as romantic hero, instead of hooligan - a new trope?)The best thing though is the honest use of cliches. The dialogue has a verisimilitude - who hasn't had there mates use the line, there is plenty of fish in the sea, as an attempt to clear the debris of a broken relationship, or don't cry - because there is nothing to cry about. Or how that muteness comes, and all you can say is I can't say a word, or that calling for the chimera of trust.Even the sung intervals, while not technically brilliant, are revelatory - the mark of good singing I think is finding what your limits are, and what the song requires and using that in tandem (which is why Courtney Love is a Great Singer and why Mariah Carey is a Poor Singer). Mr Skinner's aching, broken, soft pleading is exactly what is needed here, the cradle of melancholy and dust is sadder then any of the lachrymose ballads that the American Idol crowd brings.Aside from the singing? The introduction of strings as signifier of romantic ballad is a good notice of genre, so that there is no real time wasted with superfluous introductions, and then it almost becomes a capella, the drums and guitars providing a skeleton, nothing over the top, nothing in excess, just what needs to be said, and what is said is said very well.

for square table, via nyplm.
now if only i could get paid for this shit.

http://www.preparingforemergencies.co.uk/

good parody site about the use of fear in the war against terror.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/arts/3926475.stm

england donates aborginal art to oz for exhibition, the nation of Dja Dja Wurrung gets a court order to prevent it going back to england (as it is really their property), england whines about how this is not the way things done, and if you want nice things you need to be nice, and they really really really understand the plight of the natives but they need to talk about this, couldnt they just talk about his.

the Dja Dja Wurrung continues its stoic fuck yous.
(im fond of them right now)

http://www.quibx.com/gallery/view_album.php?set_albumName=album05

japanese street fashion, some gothy stuff for you d.

http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_1038761.html?menu=

i want to be as reach and decadent as mariah, so i can fall in lvove with my offical photog, and have many happy photog babies.

http://www.watsonswildlife.com/patriotic_art.htm

i esp. like the double picture of the crusader and the police officer, titled blessed be the peace makers,

needs to be seen.

http://www.nature.com/news/2004/040726/full/040726-10.html

new deep sea speices found, this one has a entirely new metabolism, the intention of which is to devour the bones, and other carcass of whales, some photos of the beastie on the website, which makes me excited for a couple of reasons, mostly cause i have a soft spot for scavangers, the ones that do all of the hard work and get no respect, and also because i have a soft spot of the weridness of the deep sea.

the best thing about the strauss blog is the complete phallo/eurocentric nature of its illustrations--i know its the school of athens, but come on, i think its intentions are pretty fuckling clear, i guess the photos of alan bloom skull fucking a bust of plato were burnt when alan died

http://www.straussian.net/

large large trove of straussian shit, including book reviews and a new blog--they're controlling the world kiddies, might as well see where the horses are shitting.

hearing pounding that got me up, then a phone message that is indeciraphable in its fury (it sounds like pat yelling "a couple of things; actually one thing, dont leave the cardboard door open because it leaves the light on"; i'm wondering what i have done to offend someone so much.

im kind of scared.