october 2, 1869 - january 30, 1948
"what is faith if not translated into action"
the leader of the non-violent revolution that delivered india from 200 years of british rule. he sought to unite his country and his people through prayer, fasting and civil disobedience. he lived his belief that action for the sake of others delivers from bondage. india reclaimed its independence in 1947. on january 30, 1948 gandhi was assassinated with the words "Hey, Rama" (Oh, God) on his lips.
as we approach our elections it is good to remember the power of collective action. it is also good to remember gandhi. for as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said 'we may ignore Gandhi at our own risk."
jezebel 04:20 - [Link] - Comments ()
[Termination "White resigned"]
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jezebel 16:48 - [Link] - Comments ()
latest vanity shot of the charming loxoceles reclusa.
jezebel 05:14 - [Link] - Comments ()
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
jezebel 05:49 - [Link] - Comments ()
January 26 - gerard de nerval
gerard de nerval
death by hanging
fear of sun snow
wear dark glasses
thought about a rabbit today
wearing dark glasses
thought about a rabbit today
thought about blind rabbit
it hurts just to think about
singing I try to work it out
dead in winter two calico shirts
they cut the rope that cut him down
hurts just to think about
wonder how he schemed it out
and how I'll do without him
how pleasant to swing like a rabbit
how pleasant to slip
from the slip knot string
the kick thump moan
and everything swings
back like a timepiece
tolls back everything
swings back like a rabbit
grey fluff on a string
"Our dreams are a second life"
GERARD de NERVAL
May 22, 1808 Jan. 26, 1855
french romantic poet and traveler
his work entitled "Women of Cairo" reflects his extensive travels while the exquisite autobiographical "Aurelia" magnifies his internal landscape.
he was a haunted, troubled individual who died by his own hand; penniless and alone. we remember him through his work and pray his soul no longer wanders desolate.
jezebel 05:59 - [Link] - Comments ()
== Slab Of Ground Intestines And A NIce Side Of Iceberg ==
Burger King is joining the quite awfully stupid low-carb fad/parade/body-torture craze by offering bunless Whopper hamburgers and, soon, salads featuring steak, chicken and shrimp. The bunless sandwiches will come in plastic salad bowls, with knife and fork. Dieters also will be able to order Whopper meals that substitute salads for French fries and bottled water for soft drinks, which basically means you go in and order a heavily processed grease-thick burger patty made of the toxic meat of about 100 different feces-heavy chemically doused hormone-injected pre-radiated brutally slaughtered cows and get it served to you in a plastic tub, and you get a bottle of water, in plastic, and maybe a hunk of iceberg lettuce, and you call yourself a smart dieter even though you buy your food from one of the top purveyors of toxins and edible poison on the planet and your body is screaming out for balanced whole nutrients and maybe some freakin' exercise and please please please don't just eat a hunk of fast-food meat and a bottle of refiltered tap water and somehow think you are treating your body with anything resembling respect and love.
Sure Atkins makes you lose weight. So does eating only Starbursts and cheese puffs for a month. I mean, come on.
jezebel 04:15 - [Link] - Comments ()
"I often dream about falling. Such dreams are commonplace to the ambitious or those who climb mountains. Lately, I dreamed I was clutching at the face of a rock, but it would not hold. Gravel gave way, I grasped for a shrub, but it pulled loose and in cold terror I fell into the abyss. Suddenly I realised that my fall was relative; that there was no bottom and no end. A feeling of pleasure overcame me. I realised that what I embody, the principle of life, cannot be destroyed. It is written into the cosmic code, the order of the universe. As I continued to fall in the dark void, embraced by the vault of the heavens, I sang to the beauty of the stars and made my peace with the darkness."
- Heinz Pagels, physicist and mountain climber
jezebel 04:22 - [Link] - Comments ()
RIP Jerry Nachman -- one of the best journalists -- newsmen -- ever to exist. i already miss you.
(Jerry Nachman's The Nack Today Insider) Date: Tue, Jan 20, 2004, 12:06pm (HST+2) To: NACHMAN@LISTS.MSNBC.COM
Subject: MSNBC's Jerry Nachman dies at 57
Jerry Nachman's "The Nack Today Insider"
It is with great sadness that we inform you that Jerry Nachman passed away overnight. He was a great friend and colleague to all of us here at MSNBC. We are going to miss him terribly. Below is a statement that was released to the press. Funeral arrangements are pending and an announcement will be forthcoming.
JERRY NACHMAN, VICE PRESIDENT AND EDITOR-IN-CHIEF, MSNBC, DIES AT THE AGE OF 57
Secaucus, NJ-Jan. 20, 2004-- Jerry Nachman, MSNBC Vice President and Editor-in-Chief, passed away at his home in Hoboken, NJ, overnight. Nachman had been battling cancer for the past year; he was 57 years old.
"Jerry was well-informed, candid, witty, and charming. He was also a gifted newsman and executive, and his passing is a loss not just to NBC but to the entire profession," said Bob Wright, GE Vice Chairman and NBC Chairman and CEO, "Our hearts go out to his friends and family."
"Jerry Nachman will be remembered not only for what he brought to the news-insight, context and a relentless search for the truth-but also for what he brought to the newsroom-integrity, tenacity and a refreshing splash of humor," said NBC News President Neal Shapiro. "He will be missed by all of us at NBC News."
"Jerry was a beloved member of the MSNBC family," said Erik Sorenson, MSNBC President and General Manager. "His passion for news was contagious. All of us will fondly remember Jerry's many wonderful stories about his colorful years in the news business. We will miss him greatly."
Nachman's career spanned radio, television and print. He worked in front of the camera and behind; on the street, in the newsroom and in the front office. Nachman served as the news director for WNBC-TV in New York City; Vice President, News, WCBS-TV, New York and Editor-in-Chief, New York Post. He also served for many years as an on-air street reporter for both WCBS Radio and WCBS Television in New York, and was a columnist for the New York Post. In separate assignments he was Vice President and General Manager of WRC Radio and WRC Television, both NBC-owned properties in Washington, D.C.
More recently, Nachman was employed as a staff writer on "UC: Undercover," a primetime drama that aired Sunday nights on NBC in late 2001. Nachman also worked as a staff writer on "Politically Incorrect with Bill Maher," returning in Election Year 2000 as executive producer. He also co-anchored the nightly public affairs broadcast "Life and Times Tonight" at KCET, the Los Angeles PBS station. In addition, Nachman co-wrote a short film for the American Film Institute that won the 1999 Academy Award in the student competition. His final assignment for MSNBC was reporting on the Michael Jackson case in California.
Nachman was the recipient of the prestigious Peabody Award, an Edward R. Murrow Award from the Radio-Television News Directors Association and an Emmy Award, plus numerous others. He served twice as a Pulitzer Prize Juror in the Journalism competition. Funeral arrangements are pending.
Please check this page for the most up-to-date information: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/4008978/
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'The Nach Today Insider,' sadly, signing off.
dies at 57
Editor in chief had battled cancer
The Associated Press
NEW YORK - Jerry Nachman, the brash, Emmy award-winning journalist for MSNBC who spent years in local TV news and edited the New York Post, has died of cancer, MSNBC announced Tuesday. He was 57.
Nachman died overnight at his home in Hoboken, N.J., according to the network, where Nachman had been editor in chief and vice president since 2002. He told the viewers of his show, "Nachman," last January that he had been diagnosed with a malignancy in his gall bladder.
"Jerry Nachman will be remembered not only for what he brought to the news - insight, context and a relentless search for the truth - but also for what he brought to the newsroom - integrity, tenacity and a refreshing splash of humor," NBC News President Neal Shapiro said. "He will be missed by all of us at NBC News."
Nachman's "passion for news was contagious," said Erik Sorenson, MSNBC president and general manager. "All of us will fondly remember Jerry's many wonderful stories about his colorful years in the news business."
MSNBC TV statement on Nachman
Nachman spent years as news director for WNBC-TV and vice president of WCBS-TV, both in New York, and as general manager of the WRC radio and television stations in Washington.
He was editor in chief of the New York Post from 1989 to 1992.
Nachman also worked in late 2001 as a staff writer for the NBC television series "UC: Undercover" and was a staff writer and executive producer at "Politically Incorrect with Bill Maher." He co-wrote a short film for the American Film Institute that won an Academy Award in the student competition in 1999.
Nachman's final assignment for MSNBC was reporting on the Michael Jackson case in California, the network said.
Nachman won a Peabody Award, an Edward R. Murrow Award from the Radio-Television News Directors Association and an Emmy Award and twice served as a Pulitzer Prize juror.
His survivors include a brother and a niece. Funeral arrangements were incomplete.
© 2004 The Associated Press.
jezebel 13:16 - [Link] - Comments ()
== Mars Needs Dim Republicans ==
Dubya dons a shiny spacesuit, dreams of spending billions to meet little green men. The nation cringes
(By Mark Morford)
Oh right like this is exactly what we need.
Let us imagine the discussion: "Boys, the nation's in massive reeling record-breaking debt and morale's at an all-time low and disposable American soldiers are dying brutal horrific deaths every day over nothing at all except our greed and flagrant cronyism and corporate petrochemical profiteering.
"Our cities are gasping and health care is a joke and we've mauled Medicare beyond recognition, and we're plundering the living hell out of Social Security, the last remaining stable and sound fund left, to try and shore up our rapacious and gluttonous spending.
"There are no WMDs and our former allies openly resent us and the poll ratings are slipping and the big glops of warmongering lies are drying like blood stains into a carpet. And it's an election year. Damn.
"What's to be done? What could rally a wary country during its time of humiliated need and force-fed ignorance? What could turn this troubled nation around in the face of oily corporate war and fiscal gluttony and environmental savagery?
"Why, neato space stations on the moon, and sending men to Mars, that's what!"
Yes indeed. Leave it to BushCo to try and slap an astronomically expensive, useless balm on the nation's gaping wounds by vainly attempting to recapture some of that droning faux-'50s and '60s nostalgia no one really asked for.
Remember that time? The "greatest generation"? A time when white-bread repressed often unhappily married segregationist America gathered 'round the ol' black-and-white to gaze in passionate wonder at the images beamed back from the Apollo landings?
What a time it was. Don't you want some of that sense of desperate hopefulness back? Of course you do. Got $500 billion to pay for it? Hey, that was the cost estimate for a similar man-on-Mars scheme when Dubya Sr. proposed it in 1989, just before he was laughed off the fiscal stage.
Of course, like every obscene BushCo proposal, there was never a mention of how NASA could ever possibly pay for such a venture, and no mention of how BushCo could rape the Treasury that much further to fund random exercises in ridiculous excess. Oh well.
Look at it this way. Dubya will, by every account, go down as the worst environmental president in American history. He will also be remembered as the most blindly aggressive warmongering president and the least articulate president and the most corporate-shilling president and the most flagrantly fraudulent and borderline treasonous president.
And, hence, you can bet your big snakeskin Texas cowboy boots he wants this "big ol' Mars thingy" to be some sort of, you know, legacy. He wants his name in the history books as the one who decided to meet the little green men. He wants to stick a flag in the rusty planet and claim it in the name of, you kow, Ronald Reagan.
This from a man who never cared a whit for space exploration in his entire spoon-fed career, a man who never even once visited the famed Johnson Space Center in Houston while serving as Texas governor. And just know half the impulse for this inane new idea is so Shrub can get himself flown to the space-shuttle launch pad and have his picture taken in a shiny spacesuit. How cute.
It's got that reek. It's got that reek of typical macho Republican election-year BS, the sort of hollow grandiose chest thumping that stains so many BushCo PR stunts, all war and guns and rockets and oil and big slabs of chemically blasted hormone injected semirancid Texas beef (hey, it's what's for dinner).
Look. NASA is wonderful. Space exploration is magnificent and essential and we learn enormous amounts about ourselves in the process. The Spirit rover on Mars right now? Breathtaking.
Astounding new technologies are developed during major NASA missions, ideas that trickle down into the cultural mainstream and make life, if not easier, then at least more interesting, or lighter, or thinner, or edible at temperatures down to minus 450 degrees with a battery pack that lasts 127 hours and a new infrared extrasensory ink that can be read by blind comatose monkeys. Space is good.
But look again. Our schools are desperate. The Wal-Mart/SUV mentality is a national cancer. Basic services nationwide are being starved and shut down as cities scramble for fiscal scraps. John Ashcroft still has a job.
The national treasury has been looted and plundered like never before in American history, toppling from a record surplus to a record deficit in a little over three years, with 3.1 million newly unemployed Americans as a bitter kicker. That tiny blip of an economic "recovery" you keep reading about? Tell that to your unemployed neighbors.
And it's just shy of appalling that BushCo is suddenly all atwitter over a massive, impossible, ridiculously expensive scheme to send a manned mission to Mars, when any 5-year-old could come up with roughly 2,323 more vital and needful areas where such huge sums of money could be spent. Can you think of 50, just off the top of your head, as you step around that homeless person? Damn right you can.
Do we need to recall that sucker-punch $87 bil BushCo reamed through Congress to help pay for our continued occupation of Iraq, a nation that doesn't want us and was never a threat to us and that is now equaling Vietnam in costs, both fiscal and humanitarian? Does Mars mean we get to bring our troops home and save those budget-gutting billions and redirect them toward something progressive? One guess.
Maybe we should just shrug it off as a silly exercise in political ego and bogus machismo. After all, it's all about big dumb gesture, all about trying to cover up appalling atrocities and insulting policy in an election year -- much like suddenly pretending to care about immigrants, or health care, or gay rights, when your party defines itself as the world headquarters of homophobic pro-corporate isolationism.
This is what it boils down to, really: a big joke. There will be no men on Mars in 2020. There will be no massive, super-keen space station on the moon anytime soon. Even BushCo's own financial advisers openly cringe when the Mumbly One tosses up such an obvious and impossibly costly PR stunt, one so clearly designed to instill a false sense of hope and "America rules!" faux patriotism in a country heavily drugged on fear and false righteousness.
All well and good, right? All just silly politics as usual, really, just so much election-year flatulence from the administration that brought you the New Vietnam.
That is, until you realize who the joke is on.
jezebel 04:04 - [Link] - Comments ()
ROCK REVIEW | PATTI SMITH
Enjoying the Moment, Patti Smith Celebrates Time's Passage
By KELEFA SANNEH
Published: January 3, 2004
Patti Smith probably wasn't the only performer in New York who welcomed 2004 by saying, "We salute the departed year, we salute our departed friends." But on New Year's Eve at the Bowery Ballroom she also found time for more unusual wishes and pleas and dreams.
About halfway through her set she said, "Happy New Year to John Walker Lindh, who is hopefully doing great studies and great meditations in government prison." Coming from another performer this message might have sounded tendentious or even self-serving, but Ms. Smith made it seem nothing more or less than an act of extraordinary kindness.
All night long the coming of the new year served as both a running joke ("So, uh, gee, I forgot all about our mission tonight," she said, with 10 minutes left in 2003) and as cause for something both wilder and heavier than hope. Ms. Smith turned 57 the day before, and although she didn't mention her birthday, she found appropriately complicated ways to commemorate both occasions. This was a party to celebrate the passing of time.
The concert began with one of Ms. Smith's most ecstatic songs, "25th Floor." Loud, sturdy chords kept pace while she intoned her shivery verses:
Desire to dance
Too startled to try
Wrap my legs round you
Starting to fly.
And early on, she brought out Steve Earle, who sang a loose, exuberant version of his "Transcendental Blues."
Ms. Smith released her first album, "Horses," in 1975, and part of the thrill of seeing her now is the thrill of seeing someone who has learned to enjoy her own performances fully.
Onstage she seems to do only and exactly what she wants to do. Whether reciting favorite lines by Rimbaud or leading the crowd in a protest song, she found joy in every moment, inevitably dissolving into a huge grin when another dense, tangled song was finished.
Her next album is due in March, and some of the new songs she played were unabashedly allusive: there was a serpentine ode to Blake and an oddly straightforward tribute to Gandhi. But the best moments were often the cagiest. For "Beneath the Southern Cross," from her 1996 album, "Gone Again," she picked up an acoustic guitar to strum a pair of chords, over and over, while she sang a vivid, splintered poem:
Oh to cry
Not any cry
So mournful that
And the steadfast
When 2004 finally came, Ms. Smith revived the ecstatic spirit she had conjured up at the beginning of the concert. She announced that "2004 is the year of ecstatic strife," and soon the countdown began. She brought her son, Jackson, onstage. (His garage band, Back in Spades, was the opening act.) And while she clutched a lyric sheet, they sang the Rolling Stones' "Salt of the Earth."
The rest of the concert was a typically engrossing, uncompromising mishmash of greatest hits, political protest and disarming generosity. She dedicated Bob Dylan's "I am a Lonesome Hobo" to the crew, and she urged audience members to fight to change the world. But she also offered more immediate advice for everyone celebrating the new year: "Drink plenty of water."
jezebel 05:08 - [Link] - Comments ()
[Termination "Black resigned"]
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jezebel 06:20 - [Link] - Comments ()
happy 2004 -- a rather huge fireworks show over the harbor at midnite happened last nite. i had gone to bed, but it woke me up. so i got outta bed to watch it and make sure it wasn't the japanese dropping bombs on aloha tower. even in the rainy weather, there were people lining the edges of nimitz highway to watch the show. it looked like new york or something. but when it was over they all disappeared like a bunch of ants scurrying to their ant hills.
jezebel 05:40 - [Link] - Comments ()