Sorry Kids

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But I’m off to help a hot Bulgarian escape from the dungeons of Microsoft.

I know it’s West Virginia Night ! w00t!w00t! eleventyone!1!111111!!!!!1 But since I will be too busy getting my groove on to fight trolls, comment moderation is on.

Instead I hope you will all enjoy these lovely Decemberists videos and come to understand why someday i will have Collin Meloy’s hyperliterate lovechild. He’s what Dickens would have been if Dickens was a rockstar.

O!Valencia

Sixteen Military Wives

Los Angeles I’m Yours!

Hey West Virginia!

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Don’t forget to vote!

So little known story about RQ when she was a tiny girl of about 2 involving the great state of West Virginia.

I had hippy parents who would buy antiques in the south and on the east coast for cheap and haul them back to California to be refinished and sold at a ginormous mark-up. During one of thee trips we lived in an old hotel in West Virginia that was on the Pony Express route. It was owned by my parents friends (who lived next door) and my dad was rehabbing it. There are lots of funny stories about my dad trying to live off the land and make possum stew (he got as far as skinning the thing before he gave up and drove us an hour and a half into town for MacDonalds) and about being chased out of the house by both bears and snakes. I learned to swim in the creek (crick) behind the house cause we didn’t have indoor plumbing and that’s how we took baths.

Now our friends were farmers, hippy farmers and I think you can guess what they grew. When they got arrested by the local sheriff for growing pot, the locals got in a bit of an uprage. How dare the law try to interfere with a man who was just using his own property to grow something for his own personal use.

So when I think of West Virginia, I think of those old locals and their deep understanding of property rights and freedom and how they could expand those rights to a dirty hippy when the law couldn’t.

Obama may have written you off as hicks whose vote isn’t worth anything, but I know that you don’t write people off just cause they aren’t the same as you. I saw it myself as a tiny tiny child.

Books- How they make us look smart

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From Hoyden About Town comes this post about the 106 most often unread books

What we have here is the top 106 books most often marked as “unread” by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you’ve read, underline the ones you read for school, italicize the ones you started but didn’t finish.

I didn’t underline (just because I read it for school doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have read it otherwise) My list after the jump


Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose

Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel
War and Peace I’m reading it now
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations

American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead Who with half a brain could finish this book? Aside from the incredibly stupid idea of objectivism, Ayn Rand is just a phenomonally BAD writer. It reads like fanboy rape fiction
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984
Angels & Demons
Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir Another really dumb book- I think anyone from a background of poverty could write this book, yet somehow we think Irish poverty is more noble and interesting that our own.
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being I HATE KUNDERA and am sad I read this.
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion Favorite. Austen. Ever!
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield

“I don’t believe that’s true”

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You all have heard me talk about the knee patting boys who try to explain the complicated and difficult world of politics to me, a fricken poly sci major for the love of gawd!

It happened again the other day when a couple of (male) students and I were talking about the VP spot and the line of succession for the presidency. When I said that Speaker of the House comes after the VP one of them said “I don’t believe that’s true” and “How would you know so much about it?”

Fucker.

So this article strikes a real chord with me.

Older men, younger men, men who are my students, men who are my “friends”, seem to think that they know more about my chosen major than they do. And we’re not talking complicated theory here. We’re not talking changing philosophies. We’re talking basic governmental rules.

And then someone(a dear friend who will read this at some point) when I explained why I am not a liberal but a progressive, did the internet version of the head pat and stated that it’s because I’m young and can’t remember that liberal wasn’t always a bad word. No, it’s because I’m educated as to the proper definition and I am not a free trade monkey- hence progressive and not liberal.

I know what I am talking about. I promise the vagina does not make me stupid, naive, or uninformed on the topics that I speak about. I am also perfectly capable of researching and establishing my own well informed opinions. (Same thing happens with music, I shit you not, and I am only a former insufferable music snob. I don’t have time to keep up with it lately)

So for future reference- woman does not automatically equal less informed than you.

More Music- Calexico

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After seeing Cake last night all I want to do is listen to other Spaghetti Western bands with horns.

So here’s a few videos from the Spaghetti Western masters- Calexico

First- Crystal Frontier

And their most awesome cover of Love’s Alone Again Or…

And the Ballad of Cable Hogue

We are more than just the sum of our vaginas

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I heard form a friend who heard from a friend who heard from an Obamabot campaign employee that Obama is in negotiations with Hillary to give her the VP spot.

Apparently someone in the Democratic leadership figured out that you can’t win an election if a quarter of your party refuses to support the nominee.

What they fail to realize is that we are not so blinded by our need for a vagina in the White House that we will see past Obama’s serious failings just because he’s decided to give our candidate the do nothing job of VP.

Hillary being Obama’s number 2 mitigates as much of Obama’s lack of experience, sexism, and messianic cultishness as Gore’s being number 2 mitigated Bill’s affairs or Cheeney’s being number 2 mitigates Bush’s entitled stupidity- in other words, not at all.

So should the Democratic party do something so obviously condescending – I am still voting for either McKinney or writing Hillary in.

On the other hand- if Mr Postage Stamp resume wanted to take the VP spot, spend a couple of years seeing how running a government is different than running a campaign for head cult leader president, I would have no problems. He is younger and less experienced. I would hate to see our highest office turned into the corporate cliche of the woman who has worked for decades becoming the number two to the bosses favorite nephew.

CAKE!

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I didn’t get your standard Mother’s day brunch and card this year (thank gawd!). Instead I got free tickets to see Cake at the Paramount and then lots of boozy good times over pitchers of beer and greasy pub food. That is the best Mother’s day present this Mother’s day hating mom has ever recieved.

And I forgot just how many Cake songs fucking rock. So here’s a few to remind you all.

I Want To Love You Madly (for a very special Farm Boy-should you be reading about yourself again)

And of course- How do you afford your rock and roll lifestyle ( I’m friends with the musicians or with the ushers- that’s how I do it)Remember kids- excess ain’t rebellion.

(BTW the above video makes me totally think of the college age Obamabots)

And finally, for Ms. Jay and her fab ghetto bootay. For taking me to the show here is a video just for her.

(I’m not actually kidding about the usher part- at one point I dragged Ms. Jay past the easiest entrance to our seats because “I may have taken that poor usher’s virginity and then not called him back after he asked me if I played Halo”)