whats the day

you just cant beat anco at their best.

the unfinished task of staying alive or too much beer, too many fireworks

last week was one of those weeks, when faced with the ability to do, i did not. those are the worst. at least we as sentient, functional human beings are blessed with hindsight though, because without it, itd be hard to fathom the possibility of digging out of those times before some form of intervention, divine or common.

im not sure how much of that is some sort of redressing of history though, brought on by a night of heavy drinking, as the 4th certainly was. maybe its during the recovery from that that brings on a certain lucidity, maybe its as if my mind is unable to say, through the way its wired, 'dont do what you did in the last 24 hours.' rather the only thing it is programmed to say for these sort of damage-control instances is 'dont do what you did over the last 7 days.'

its amazing that given the human experience, the however-long-it-lasts journey of self-doubt, self-discovery, self-reliance, otherness, and whatever else goes into that curiously endless, limitless but yet indisputably finite list, that we are never going to answer these questions. sure during my postmarxist, psychoanalytic days i learned a lot about the tools, and the processeses, but more than anything that taught me that for everyone who argues for a 'third way', theres probably more who are 'no way'. but then when you think about that more, the 'no way' isnt really that. that yes, there isnt really a consensus, but there are communities that very much do achieve consensus. millions of them. but i digress. the operative point here is what zizek calls the vanishing mediator, i think. its good to be a human.

but who knows. too much beer, too many fireworks.

right now im watching one of the pbs frontline docs, this one on regional airlines and the truth behind them. pbs is great. what ive started doing is alternating nights between frontline and american experience. its beneficial.

seems like ive got squirrels in my attic here. my literal attic. the attic of my apartment. that one. more on that as it develops.

and now for something different

so usually for dance stuff you all know i tend to stick with downtempo dubstep/jungle/wonky and some grime. i dont like glitch too much, but i do like boy 8-bit and crystal castles (their early stuff was more or less 8-bit, but now theyre more synthrock, a la M83). though the guys defining these genres are pretty much doomed to fail, so call it what you will. it doesnt really matter anyway.

they call it 8-bit because samples are from gameboys and other late 80s-early 90s video game systems, which used 8-bit computers in them. so thats neat.

summer heat and editing and an unfortunate encounter in the shower, with a hornet.

email

sheheen just sent this one out.

john --

I just wanted to take a moment to congratulate Coach Ray Tanner and the University of South Carolina baseball team for winning the College World Series last night. That was one heck of a ballgame! I'm proud to be a graduate of Clemson University, where I met my wife Amy, but I believe that today all South Carolinians should stand united and celebrate USC's victory.

South Carolina has been the butt of so many talk show hosts' jokes lately, but last night the Gamecocks showed the nation the true potential of our state: Under the right leadership, South Carolinians can come together, work hard, and be the best in the United States of America.

Congratulations, Gamecocks. We are all proud of you today.

Vincent

Vincent Sheheen

I dont think we should......

willie stark

polls are showing sheehen gaining. granted i dont understand why this is (given the electorate of SC), but i like it. there is hope yet.

huey long was just fascinating, truly a political rarity. i want to write something about him.

also, im having monsterous czech republic nostalgia ahora.

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totally digging the new blitzen trapper

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