This is the most St. Patty’s Day spirit I can muster.
St. Patrick’s Day and I have a relationship that can at best be called “estranged,” like an uncle who was named your godfather, but you haven’t spoken to him in years, and have a sneaking suspicion that if you happened to walk past him in an airport, you’d probably just ignore him rather than attempt to engage in awkward conversation.
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Charles Grassley forgets he’s a politician, speaks like regular American. Disaster ensues.
“The first thing that would make me feel a little bit better toward them (is) if they’d follow the Japanese example and come before the American people and take that deep bow and say, I’m sorry, and then either do one of two things: resign or go commit suicide.”
That’s Senator Charles Grassley drinking him some sweet, sweet populist outrage over the bonuses AIG had the gall to hand out to its employees, apparently for doing such a great job in the last year melting down the global economy and turning it into an avant-garde sculpture of some sort that looks to be profound, but you secretly suspect just sucks and is grossly derivative.
By the by, “populist outrage” tastes like a combination of Miller Genuine Draft and Kool-Aid that’s been filtered through a Brita.
Grassley to AIG execs: Resign or commit suicide | U.S. | Reuters.
It’s like the Ark of the Covenant.
Here’s a video of Charlie Weis and Bill Belichick singing Bon Jovi songs. In public. On a stage. With reckless disregard for shame and/or dignity. I can’t look away, and yet I know this video dramatically increases the odds that my face melts or that I spontaneously combust. Enjoy.
Ed Note: I’m aware that this public display of anachronistic hard rocking was to raise oodles of money to help special needs children. And I’m very well aware of the fact that I’ve done far, far more embarrassing things for far, far, far less money … usually zero. But nobody cares about me.
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There is an advertisement. It is horrible.
America finallys gets justice. No money, mind you, that’s all gone. But sweet, sweet, worthless justice.
With the economy continuing its downslide, pitting comedian against
agitated investment guru and creating an unceasing number of terrifying graphs with very frightening lines on them, our country needed some good news. However, since no good news is around because everything is awful, we’ll settle for some misappropriated anger and an abstract sense of moral outrage, topped with the cherry of completely irrelevant justice-delivering.
So Bernie Madoff is going to jail, and probably won’t leave until they roll him out in a coffin. Happy days. Somehow I doubt he’ll be trusted as much of a cigarette broker in prison.
Madoff pleads guilty to all 11 charges in federal court – Mar. 12, 2009.
Finally, hard, reliable data on Twitter profanity.
In the “Things You Didn’t Know You Were Missing Until You Discovered It Existed” Department, Cursebird.com is a website that provides a live feed of every curse word tweeple tweet on Twitter. The thing is nearly impossible to keep up with, providing yet another indication of the ever-fraying social fabric of our modern society. A second major indicator is the fact that a website exists to document said fraying.
Anyways, my personal favorite “profanitwee” that I saw in my roughly 30 second visit:
It is so fucking hot today. lol
— inkreality #1300885861 just a moment ago
L-O-L indeed.
A self-imposed year in a cell? Hsieh what?
When it comes to the rough and tumble world of contemporary art, practitioners can often find praise, appreciation, and often adulation from their artsy-fartsy peers, but have failed to make inroads with the Omaha actuary, who, if somehow coming across such modern masterpieces, is at best confused and unsettled, at worst angry and irritated.
A common critique? “I could do that,” they say, while desperately re-reading the little plaque in a futile attempt to get somebody to explain this damn thing. It’s a square of green. Just plain green.
Well, in the case of Tehching Hsieh, who recently got a Museum of Modern Art exhibit devoted to his works, the question is not “could,” but “would.”
Art Review – ‘Performance 1 – Tehching Hsieh’ – At MoMA, a Life Shrunk to Expand Art – NYTimes.com.
