tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72062995459346724172012-01-29T22:17:55.195-07:00h2oetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04074231575786341348noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-84355435166317230482012-01-15T20:48:00.000-07:002012-01-15T20:49:00.852-07:00I watched 'Unforgiven' and was reminded how incredible it is. Thanks, Newlin, for mentioning it online as a reminder that I needed to watch it again. I'm not a big Clint Eastwood fan, but I love him in this. Of course Morgan Freeman is great as well. This is probably my favorite movie about friendship. <br /><br />Speaking of friends, I have the best friends in the world. Funny, intelligent, empathetic pillars of greatness. I love joking with them. I love traveling with them. I love partying with them. <br /><br />Speaking of friends, codependency is no fun. Neither is cutting off all communication with a best friend. But when things get toxic, heartless, and mindless, you have to go by my old saying, "when beset by the trials that love gets us in/ love and loves must be jettisoned."<br /><br />The 49ers are on the brink of the Super Bowl, if they win at home vs. the New York Giants. I love sports, and I laugh that so many of my friends scoff at the very thought of sports. Some of the greatest, most intellectual, fulfilling conversations I've ever had have been sports-related. My favorite books have sports as underlying themes. Sports provide me with the healthy, manageable happiness/sadness spectrum. I'd much rather feel the crushing loss of my team's playoff troubles than go through another emotionally turbulent relationship with an unstable ex(I, too, being unstable).<br /><br />I love being able to get a coffee & an Oreo McFlurry at McD's for the price of a coffee at a local cafe, while also proudly wearing a football jersey that'd otherwise be scoffed at at said cafes by the v-necked unwashed masses that have no idea that I could out-pretentious them at nearly any discipline they'd purport to hold dearly. <br /><br />I digress. I'm happy, and getting to the good place I need to be at in order to get my life back on track, as I've been off the rails for a few years now. <br /><br />Pax vobiscum. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8435543516631723048?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-52992166802124255572011-12-28T20:11:00.002-07:002011-12-28T20:39:52.937-07:00This is the list of books I’ve read in 2011 (as far as I can remember). I will probably select my favorite books of the year in January, since I will spend NYE in Vegas.<br /><br />I sort of<a href="http://irunfrombears.com/post/14261811696/books-ive-read-in-2011"> copied my friend Josh</a> for the basic structure of this post. But I separated them into fiction, memoir, poetry, non-fiction, etc. Looks like the # was 93 total - which includes many thin volumes of poetry or novella-length story collections. Here's a key re: the random bold lines, italicized lines, and asterisks. <br /><br />KEY<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">books I loved are in bold</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">books I liked are in italics<br /></span><br />books I disliked but finished are in regular writing with XXXX next to it (those I disliked enough to stop early I kept off the list)<br /><br />an *asterisk means I re-read or read it twice this year<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Veoi4HgJ6o/Tvvd7ITZu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/5pD4HecrWPY/s1600/JackBooks.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Veoi4HgJ6o/Tvvd7ITZu3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/5pD4HecrWPY/s200/JackBooks.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691386562023635826" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />FICTION (38)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Players" by Don DeLillo (fun fact, I always start the year off reading a DeLillo book)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Steps" by Jerzy Kosinski <br /><br />"Reader's Block" by David Markson</span><br /><br />Whores For Gloria” by William T. Vollmann XXXX <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Pale King" by David Foster Wallace*<br /><br />"Pacazo" by Roy Kesey <br /><br />"This is Not a Novel" by David Markson<br /><br />"Play It As It Lays" by Joan Didion</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"A Visit From The Goon Squad" by Jennifer Egan</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Vacation" by Deb Olin Unferth*<br /><br />"Agapē Agape" by William Gaddis<br /><br />"How To Keep Your Volkswagen Alive" by Christopher Boucher<br /><br />"V." by Thomas Pynchon</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Donald" by Eric Martin and Stephen Elliott</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Great Jones Street" by Don DeLillo<br /><br />"Old Man And The Sea" by Ernest Hemingway*<br /><br />"Politically Correct Bedtime Stories" by James Finn Garner</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"You Think That’s Bad" by Jim Shepard</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Metamorphosis and Other Stories" by Franz Kafka*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Once Upon a River" by Bonnie Jo Campbell</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace* (ON MY KINDLE!?!?!?!?!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The Shining" by Stephen King</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Broom of the System" by David Foster Wallace*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Angels" by Denis Johnson</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"> "The Last Western" by Thomas S. Klise<br /><br />"Overnight to Many Distant Cities" by Donald Barthelme*<br /><br />"Bartelby, the Scrivener" by Herman Melville*<br /><br />"Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman" by Haruki Murakami</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Old Angel Midnight" by Jack Kerouac</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Trial" by Franz Kafka*<br /><br />"The Nick Adams Stories" by Ernest Hemingway<br /><br />"Swedish Folktales & Legends" by Lone Thygesen Blecher & George Blecher<br /><br />"Flying to America: 45 More Stories" by Donald Barthelme</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Orchid #1" by Tom Morello</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"If on a Winter's Night a Traveler" by Italo Calvino*<br /><br />"The Avian Gospels" by Adam Novy*<br /><br />"The Rum Diary: A Novel" by Hunter S. Thompson* <br /><br />"The Art of Fielding" by Chad Harbach</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PLAYS (3)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Valparaiso" by Don DeLillo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Importance of Being Earnest" by Oscar Wilde</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Beat Generation" by Jack Kerouac*</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MEMOIR-ISH (10)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Revolution" by Deb Olin Unferth<br /><br />"The Chronology of Water" by Lidia Yuknavitch</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The Discomfort Zone" by Jonathan Franzen*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Bossypants" by Tina Fey<br /><br />"The Adderall Diaries" by Stephen Elliott<br /><br />"Prisoner of Zion" by Scott Carrier*<br /><br />"Running After Antelope" by Scott Carrier*<br /><br />"The Wild Goose Chronicles" by Trent Harris*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The Bullpen Gospels: Major League Dreams of a Minor League Veteran" by<br /><br />Dirk Hayhurst</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Riding Toward Everywhere" by William T. Vollmann*</span><br /><br /><br /><br />NON-FICTION (25)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Allegories Of Violence" by Lidia Yuknavitch</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Letters to a Young Contrarian" by Christopher Hitchens*<br /><br />"The Prince" by Niccolo Machiavelli*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Bob Dylan In America" by Sean Wilentz</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"A Confession" by Leo Tolstoy*<br /><br />"Signifying Rappers" by David Foster Wallace and Mark Costello</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Obama's Wars" by Bob Woodward</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Puppet and the Dwarf" by Slavoj Zizek <br /><br />"The Rebel" by Albert Camus* <br /><br />"A Band of MiSFits" by Andrew Baggarly<br /><br /> "Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind" by Shunryu Suzuki<br /><br />"How To Read Wittgenstein" by Ray Monk</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Chaos" by James Gleick</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"This is Water" by David Foster Wallace*<br /><br />"Be Here Now" by Ram Dass</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Fate, Time, and Language: An Essay on Free Will" by David Foster Wallace</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Earth Song: Inside Michael Jackson's Magnum Opus" by Joseph Vogel </span><br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">"Between Hope and History" by Bill Clinton<br /><br />"Giving" by Bill Clinton*</span><br /><br />"Common Sense Government" Al Gore XXXX<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Uncentering the Earth: Copernicus and The Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres" by William T. Vollmann</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Illuminations" by Walter Benjamin*<br /><br />"Holler If You Hear Me" by Michael Eric Dyson* <br /><br />"The San Francisco Public Library in its Own Words" by Wendy MacNaughton<br /><br />"Bob Dylan: The Essential Interviews" edited by Jonathan Cott</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />POETRY (17)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Tarantula" by Bob Dylan</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"September Blackberries" by Michael McClure<br /><br />"Selected Poems" by Michael McClure*<br /><br />"Windows & Stones" by Tomas Transtromer</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"100 Poems from the Japanese" translated by Kenneth Rexroth* <br /><br />"New Poems" by Kenneth Rexroth</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Howl and other Poems" by Allen Ginsberg* <br /><br />"Reality Sandwiches: 1953-1960" by Allen Ginsberg*<br /><br />"Kaddish and Other Poems: 1958-1960" by Allen Ginsberg*<br /><br />"The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971" by Allen Ginsberg*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems" by Raymond Carver <br /><br />"Of Lamb" by Matthea Harvey and Amy Jean Porter </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Waste Land and Other Poems" by T. S. Eliot*<br /><br />"The Dead Emcee Scrolls" by Saul Williams*<br /><br />"SHE" by Saul Williams*<br /><br />"Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy" by Tao Lin<br /><br />"The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster" by Richard Brautigan </span><br /><br /><br />I READ LARGE PORTIONS OF THESE BOOKS, [an *asterisk means it is a re-read] (17)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Catch-22" by Joseph Heller <br /><br />"Under The Dome" by Stephen King<br /><br />"Consider The Lobster" by David Foster Wallace*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The Marriage Plot" by Jeffrey Eugenides</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Three Pillars of Zen" by Philip Kapleau<br /><br />"A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again" by David Foster Wallace*<br /><br />"Birds of America" by Lorrie Moore<br /><br />"Oblivion" by David Foster Wallace*<br /><br />"Final Crisis" by Grant Morrison<br /><br />"No Nature: New and Selected Poems" by Gary Snyder</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Luminarium by Alex Shakar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Swamplandia!" by Karen Russell<br /><br />"Big If: A Novel" by Mark Costello*<br /><br />"God Bless America: Stories" by Steve Almond<br /><br />"Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays" by Zadie Smith </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The Ecstasy of Influence" by Jonathan Lethem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Spirit of Zen" by Alan Watts</span><br /><br /><br />THESE BOOKS GOT THE BEST OF ME/STILL CHUGGING AWAY AT THEM SINCE THEY'RE LONG, AND/OR AMAZING (9)<br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Secret Life of Pronouns: What Our Words Say About Us" by James W. Pennebaker (352 pgs)<br /><br />"11/22/63: A Novel" by Stephen King (849 pgs)<br /><br />"1Q84" by Haruki Murakami (944 pgs)<br /><br />"Gravity’s Rainbow" by Thomas Pynchon (784 pgs)<br /><br />"You Bright And Risen Angels" by William T. Vollmann (656 pgs)<br /><br />"The Public Burning" by Robert Coover (544 pgs)<br /><br />"A Moment in The Sun" by John Sayles (968 pgs)<br /><br />"Rising Up and Rising Down : Some Thoughts on Violence, Freedom and Urgent Means" by William T. Vollmann (752 pgs) <br /><br />"Genius: A Mosaic of One Hundred Exemplary Creative Minds" by Harold Bloom (814 pgs)<br /><br />"I am a Strange Loop" by Douglas Hofstadter (436 pgs)</span><br /><br />"The Four Fingers of Death" by Rick Moody (736 pgs)<br /><br />"Italian Folktales" by Italo Calvino (800 pgs)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-5299216680212425557?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-14763550283155998232011-10-11T23:39:00.002-06:002011-10-11T23:39:00.086-06:0010/11/09 11:39 p.m. 7 lbs 10 oz. 19.5" to the song "The Wind Cries Mary" by Jimi Hendrix<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqwlKU2OQZI/TpT1B33mfwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OoPCF5LrN9U/s1600/gradyjackwedding3.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqwlKU2OQZI/TpT1B33mfwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OoPCF5LrN9U/s320/gradyjackwedding3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662420044037390082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1k_45oi_Cs/TpT1BoyN4nI/AAAAAAAAARw/one_1qrh-nA/s1600/gradyjackwedding.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1k_45oi_Cs/TpT1BoyN4nI/AAAAAAAAARw/one_1qrh-nA/s320/gradyjackwedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662420039988273778" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-1476355028315599823?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-60769313399438797202011-08-13T23:50:00.002-06:002011-08-13T23:52:24.419-06:00Fore/fit/chore <br /> <br />the huddled hysterics <br /> <br />echo the privilege <br /> <br />they fail <br /> <br />to see in overlapped <br /> <br />engagements tepid with flair <br /> <br />& indignancy <br /> <br />but the courtship failed & <br /> <br />the crown gathered dust <br /> <br />in the jester’s lair <br /> <br />amidst the velvet underbelly <br /> <br />of valid distinction <br /> <br />unprepared <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />forfeiture norms <br /> <br />in the the pavement of chalk <br /> <br />one foot in essence <br /> <br />& farther up trail <br /> <br />where the nurture is pale <br /> <br />as a ghostly betrayal<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-6076931339943879720?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-66120804201003503132011-06-08T22:58:00.000-06:002011-06-08T00:53:26.562-06:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-6612080420100350313?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-41272916870261993832011-05-02T01:36:00.003-06:002011-05-02T01:40:30.844-06:00My good friend <a href="http://www.torbenbernhard.com/">Torben’s</a> hip-hop response to the news of Osama’s death. Cogent, timely, spot on.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23142222?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/23142222">"Osama" by Torben</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/ohomedia">OHO Media</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4127291687026199383?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-46379295241601775452011-04-07T23:38:00.006-06:002011-04-08T00:20:16.920-06:00speed limit be damned on the construction-diverted freeway toward the place and on the phone w/ bro M telling him that I'd just played chess and lost to my friend tom and I'm en route from Center St. Provo so perhaps it would be best to bring me the food prepared by someone I’ve never met but just the chimi since salad seems weird at a time like this and then giving directions he asks me if I remembered the place that dad spent two christmases ago, and yes, of course, it is remembered by me; who could forget a holiday season spent nearly losing the best man to ever grace the green earth, why, he was on the first floor of the northeast wing among the rooms with triple digits, 158 was his, because usually when the room is designated and sealed off by the acronym ICU there are single digits, and dad at that point was no longer in 4, moved from 4 to 158 after valiant recovery as snow graced the green earth two Ho Ho Hos ago. So Mom’s room, says M, is right there and it is number 143. Just go the same area as when D… yes, M, I remember the place, the area, the hallways, the smell, the brooding impermanence. Hey, M, I say, you know that 143 is the numerical acronym for I Love You, right? No? Well, yeah, so now there’s at least that low level of comfort for mom's room 143. I will take a picture. But, also, let me have it, let me tell her that. Let me tell her she is in the I Love You room..... mom is mrs. clause for pg city and has exactly zero enemies and deserves less than zero of this pain; something which I cannot say for myself, I both deserve it and want to take it away from them, my parents, and take it upon myself and writhe and writhe and writhe so they can survive… last night while looking for a gift for mom, a book, the only gift worth giving, I ran into pres. matt holland of uvu and his wife paige and made small talk before making big talk, small talk =ed his approval of the book I chose for my mother, which was m. robinson's 'home' while the big talk =ed the reason I was getting her the book. No, not her b-day as he asked during which I felt trapped because I didn’t want to drop the bomb unknowingly on him, the news harrowing, no one wants the burden of stumblingly being told of despair. But tell them I did and their kind words flowed and the convo was brief and cordial and he well-wished and likely prayed for my mother to be comforted, her now likely being prayed over by the son of an lds apostle, which news I gave to my mother so as to cheer her but cheer, of course, cheer only goes so far. and but so I go on down that weaving wreck-magnet disaster freeway plotting out the quickest route to the hospital but I already know it by heart: pg exit down pg blvd, left heading north on 1300 west, left heading west on 1100 north, then right heading north at the 4-way stop sign with the fake gas station and on to the hospital. An eyes-closed journey by now but so I am walking in the hospital down a hallway so far that I bet I can’t even hit a baseball far enough to reach the other side, and I can really swing, even still, years and years past my prime – but golfing is a different story as I’d be able to hit to the other end way out past the beyond that I cannot see and it strikes me that this is one of the longest hallways I’ve ever walked -- I mean that in both ways -- in the way that one’s parent is being cared for by health professionals because she is not well and the fact that this hallway is actually incredibly long and straight and boring and that smell. To the left are the odd numbers, to the right the even so I choose to look left, only left, thinking I am making it there twice as fast, 121, 123, 125, I am on my way, destination is soon, time to pull out the phone to take a quick picture of the I Love You number of momma’s room, and the picture is snapped and phone pocketed and books in tote and I’m in the room and mom is spitting into a bucket and looking not well, not well being the only description I will give mom here, not being able to attempt saying anything too descriptive or else this computer is toast, punched via reactive sadness and despair, mom not well, spitting, IVed, hungry, fasting, craving grape juice, smiling impossibly, gorgeous as ever, not well, those eyes that have seen it all, those eyes I’ve aged, that hair I’ve grayed, her laughing, her not well, her response to my 143 bit of trivia, her asking to see the pretty dust jacket of the new DFW book, her happy to see that it arrived for me, the bandanna-ed hero of mine in yet another author photo, he has so many, this one my favorite, and her again acknowledging the similarities of his and my looks but telling me I am much more handsome and I can’t help but agree, seeing my mom and dad there in the room and knowing I am of them and they are much more handsome than I am or will ever be, so what I really respond with is a half-smiled laugh and a shrug of my shoulders heavy from all this weight put upon me. Mom not well, mom grabbing the pink bucket, mom vomiting again, but nothing much left in her, the vomit maroon with what I hope is juice and nothing else but not knowing, myself sitting uncomfortably and looking down and to the left but periphery and sound told me everything my eyes would have so what is the use, my book closed on my knees, shaking quickly, a tic of mine exasperated by Times Such As These and 2 other bros in the room and ryan seacrest’s godawful voice booming its faux atonalities which are earning his small stature millions every year and my mom isn’t well. But mom watches the show, so it stays on and is turned up, my back to the tv, this season being good apparently, perhaps the peta girl will win, not sure if peta is what was said but it is what I heard with my mom vomiting and hurting and hungry. The a. idol was such an annoyance to me that I will refrain from any further explanation, my mind trying to blend the sounds with the buzz and the whooshes and the beeps and the coughs and the distant tears and my tears, held back, used so often, none left to give, just my dry eyes’ veins red-lightninged with lack of sleep and too much caffeine. Oh, and the pain. In the window, the clouds give way to gray, to wind, to rain. Mom not well, droopy eyed. Time to leave. Darkness setting in. Nurses bringing paperwork. My mom, not well. My mom, my dad’s caretaker. My dad not well. My dad w/o energy. My dad, asked to sign papers, my mom asking us to help. My brother seemingly not hearing the request to help dad. My dad not well. Mom not well. My dad, recovering still. My dad, not well physically, mentally. My dad, 4 university degrees from utah/byu/arkansas/cornell. My dad, asked to use a pen on the first piece of paperwork, a pencil on the next sheet. My dad, his stare, my brother in the hallway. My mom in the bed, not well. The nurse giving directions to dad. Dad concentrated on concentrating. Signing the first paper, with a pen. The nurse, again, directions, next one with a pencil, this one to be filled out. My dad, his degrees, his now feeble legal fingers penciling in boxes with wobbly check marks. My eyes, watering. Mom in the bed, not well. The nurse leaving, understanding the difficulty. My dad, the pencil, his concentration. Lack of it. my eyes and hands correcting, glossing over the boxes. My dad, signing the paper. Wobbly check marks, but still a perfect signature. The nurse back, telling him that it is 04/07 and that that is all we will need tonight. My mom vomiting. Where is this vomit coming from – me not knowing what this sickness does, even after all I’ve read. My dad hobbling out of the room. My brothers in the hallway. My mom on the bed, beyond tired, looking... not well. I grab her hand, we exchange I Love You and I will be back tomorrow. It was too late and we had to leave. M said he had a belated b-day gift for me and that I should come to the house to pick it up. Tears in the car, listening to intervention by arcade fire on repeat. headed home, and once there, M and I walked somberly to the garage and he pulls out from his car a 24x36 framed picture of Seinfeld’s George Costanza. This picture, at this time. prowling, posing, boxers-ed George. It was either poor timing or wildly appropriate. or both. some say trials make a person stronger, but I feel I've been weakened. Cut down. Targeted. I'm famished and turning to eminem and elliott (smith) for god's sake. i feel like nothing. but nothing cannot be measured, so there's something there, but it feels like nothing, which is also the answer to what matters? so the some/no-thing variable spins yet another yarn in the Language is Futile games. The scoreboard there is shot out from both: homeruns and neglect. If this is self loathing then amelia earhart is a traitor to the lower 48 united states of america. I will hit publish but shouldn't, but will because this post, too, one day, henceforth and forever, will stop existing. home to oblivion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4637929524160177545?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-84694941208267434532011-04-07T10:14:00.002-06:002011-04-08T00:21:44.336-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc-vNj3PfXw/TZ3jKKmZXlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LaJglzpvC4A/s1600/mom.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc-vNj3PfXw/TZ3jKKmZXlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LaJglzpvC4A/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592876076047621714" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPPTz7ponGY/TZ3jKceQo3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/P7an71OuVeg/s1600/jackhawaii.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPPTz7ponGY/TZ3jKceQo3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/P7an71OuVeg/s400/jackhawaii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592876080845333362" /></a><br /><br />I love you, mom.<br /><br /><br />(the top picture is not of me, but of my older brother. the bottom picture is of me, in hawaii)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8469494120826743453?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-76172996338728676022011-03-29T22:49:00.004-06:002011-03-29T22:57:05.885-06:00with deft maneuvering <br /><br />all of us, really<br /><br />with/out cloak<br /><br />a shatter; desert<br /><br />citrus thoughts<br /><br />truth > truth<br /><br />youth = youth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7617299633872867602?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-23666017826851719332011-03-21T20:02:00.003-06:002011-04-08T00:23:23.528-06:00<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dzlRPoyt2OA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k1l10Ezu7hM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DJGYEF4MNq4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-2366601782685171933?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-15009402787117579572011-03-18T21:54:00.001-06:002011-03-18T21:57:04.671-06:00Rover was a duck whose goal was left unfilled before his untimely death.<br /><br />Goal = reach the mountain peak.<br /><br />Death = snapped neck via boulder.<br /><br />Rover waddled for fun + purpose.<br /><br />Rover’s plumage was not particularly impressive. Rover moulted excessively during the summer, which did little to dissuade the male ducks from devoting unrequited attention to the confused duck.<br /><br />The mountain = plain, expected, textbook. Not a single myth or legend about its features. Just a jutted mountain up from the ground. A tall, increasingly inclined mountain covered in sticks and bushes and predators.<br /><br />Rover’s first attempt was interrupted by slight showers.<br /><br />Second through fifth, he progressed nicely, and found a willing climbing partner, S_____.<br /><br />His sixth ascent, he reached nearly two-thirds the way up.<br /><br />The seventh ascent, death by boulder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/math/0/5/d/05d4e62a4b4f2f5e10758fdfc0e65f28.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 20px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/math/0/5/d/05d4e62a4b4f2f5e10758fdfc0e65f28.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-1500940278711757957?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-75979342300832989122011-02-22T21:19:00.001-07:002011-02-22T21:21:05.618-07:00A Little Fable by Franz Kafka<br /><br />"Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into."<br /><br />"You only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7597934230083298912?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-52499998459465745972011-01-15T15:55:00.003-07:002011-01-15T16:12:44.165-07:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZYignZ2HfE?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZYignZ2HfE?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TTIpweGKSZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JV3L0LTsBKU/s1600/TitusAndronicuslyrics.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TTIpweGKSZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JV3L0LTsBKU/s320/TitusAndronicuslyrics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562554402445347218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-5249999845946574597?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-86873254486957608372011-01-08T17:14:00.009-07:002011-01-08T18:50:49.714-07:00An assassination attempt at a representative of Congress. This news is sickening.<br /><br />S. Palin: You prayed for the family; but you preyed on the congresswoman/wife/mother. Which pr[ ]y do you think has had more of an effect? <br /><br />So, whose fault is it? Is it Palin's fault? Is it the shooter's fault? Is it the parent's fault? Is it 'Arizona's' fault?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TSkRSA28uhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J3mgzACFSAw/s1600/palincrosshairs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TSkRSA28uhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J3mgzACFSAw/s320/palincrosshairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559994216131377682" /></a><br /><br />Anyone who's voiced "avoid the very appearance of evil" with regard to morality ought to be up in arms over Palin's likely complicity in this act of intentional, calculated violence. Her USA map featuring crosshairs coupled with names of representatives is poor taste at best and at the worst, well, we shall see. <br /><br /><br /><br />Here is an MSNBC video dated 3/25/10 in which Rep. Gabrielle Giffords speaks about about the vandalism on her office as well as the death threats she received after the health care vote. “Sarah Palin has the crosshairs of a gun sight over our district and when people do that, they’ve got to realize there are consequences to that action.”<br /><br /><object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc1ced64" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" /><param name="FlashVars" value="launch=36033690&amp;width=420&amp;height=245" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><embed name="msnbc1ced64" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" FlashVars="launch=36033690&amp;width=420&amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object><p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"> <a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"> </a>, <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"> </a> <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"></a></p><br /><br />As for the alleged shooter, all signs are pointing toward the self-applied-three-name-using Jared Lee Loughner. Usually those who use three names are killers and douchebags. Here are some videos supposedly uploaded by him. Tip of the hat to my friend Lester, who posted this video on Facebook a few hours ago. You can skip to around the 2:40 mark on this first one, as the beginning of it features many cute attempts at logical framework, the deconstruction and construction of language and grammar.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nHoaZaLbqB4?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />This second video is much shorter, and is an attempt to explain his "favorite activity," which the uploader calls "conscience dreaming." He also opines that "Some of you don't dream -- sadly." He goes on to have an ironic grammatical meltdown directly after exhorting his viewers to work on their grammar, "If I have my civil rights, then this message wouldn't have happen." He ends this video with "in a few days, you know I'm conscience dreaming! Thank You!"<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7uRjwPWaxiY?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />I'm still trying to marinate on all of this information. It's far too early to have a viable discussion about the situation, but I think it is safe to say that divisive ideological rhetoric ought to be halted immediately, and the crosshairs begin with the Tea Party.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8687325448695760837?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-22541457310413338482011-01-02T03:33:00.007-07:002011-01-02T14:16:18.953-07:00one disjunctive for <br />another without <br />premise<br />what then =<br />the shape;<br />color; fate.<br />Longitudinal edge<br />fixed within<br />a duplicitously<br />unhandled handle<br />[ ] whose <br />terminal members curl <br />the grooves for <br />[good luck]<br />a malicious exhibit<br />unrelentingly vindictive<br />to wit; to whet; do it<br />Or by way of alternative: rusted inveterate bitter ill-feeling rancour; see also grudge firmly established by long continuance, or animosity; immovably, unalterably careless obstinate course<br />Regardless<br />Into the back<br />it goes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-2254145731041333848?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-32956901629230712712010-12-31T23:59:00.004-07:002011-01-02T10:45:45.579-07:00It was difficult to narrow this list down. It took me much longer than it should have to compile it. <a href="http://mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com/2010/12/books-i-read-in-2010-long-list-with.html">I read so many books this year, that I feel guilty for some that I left off this list.</a> In fact, after I'd made the list and the picture collage, I realized there were some I'd forgotten. I talk about those books at the end.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ56L7rZcdI/AAAAAAAAANc/Mw-kTTNtmgU/s1600/theinstructionsfreedomcolumbinetractatusallisforgottennothingislosttheidiotlostinthefunhouseeuropecentralthesouldofbaseballpointomega.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ56L7rZcdI/AAAAAAAAANc/Mw-kTTNtmgU/s200/theinstructionsfreedomcolumbinetractatusallisforgottennothingislosttheidiotlostinthefunhouseeuropecentralthesouldofbaseballpointomega.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552509736011264466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/3a4ef067-dc96-410a-9556-03834d164a30/TheInstructions.cfm"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Instructions by Adam Levin</span></a> -- Ever since I caught wind of this novel and heard that it had been picked up by McSweeney's (publishing), I waited and waited and waited in heavy, Christmas Eve-like anticipation. Luckily, I'm in <a href="http://therumpus.net/bookclub/">the best book club this planet offers</a>, so I was sent the novel a month before it came out, and knocked it out and discussed the novel (through the book club) with the author. Oh, did I mention it clocks in at over 1,000 pages? The tome is written with delicate detail and is one of the funniest and funnest books I've read in a long time. If you took Don DeLillo, Philip Roth, Jerzy Kosinski and -- I only use this on rare occasions -- David Foster Wallace, blended their styles up and added some chutzpah, you'd have the writing of Adam Levin.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ57JJnyZ8I/AAAAAAAAANk/_iAf6x3HPOg/s1600/bookcollage1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ57JJnyZ8I/AAAAAAAAANk/_iAf6x3HPOg/s200/bookcollage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552510787726239682" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.davecullen.com/columbine.htm"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Columbine by Dave Cullen</span></a> -- Hands down the best non-fiction book I read all year long. Before 9/11 changed everything, this was the defining historical moment that I remember vividly. I was in high school when the shooting spree happened, and I had cousins in high school in the same city as Columbine. The book describes the events that led to the shooting, using remarkable amounts of research (Cullen dedicated nearly ten years to the endeavor). It is written with a narrative feel to it, and it bounces around chronologically, which I enjoyed. From Cullen's website, "I spent ten years on Columbine, and found a dramatic contrast to the myths we swallowed in 1999. It wasn't about the jocks, the goths or the TrenchCoat Mafia. I was driven by two questions: why did they kill, and what became of the kids who lived? To understand 'the killers,' stop conflating them. Spend a few pages with Eric and Dylan, and you'll discover two wildly different boys. Their personalities were poles apart, like the motives that drove them. Eric Harris was monstrous; Dylan Klebold was a revelation." <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ57gD1_5OI/AAAAAAAAANs/My2_KxyRMjc/s1600/bookcollage2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ57gD1_5OI/AAAAAAAAANs/My2_KxyRMjc/s200/bookcollage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552511181312222434" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/18-9780374158460-0">Freedom by Jonathan Franzen</a></span> -- This book does not need anymore attention than it has received already, but it has deserved the praise. I think there were 4 or 5 sentences that were cringe worthy, which reminded me that he is human, and that the rest of the book is that spectacular. This is a must read, and a must re-read. You already know about it, so I won't blurb the plot.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ572tu8uwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KUC3r2IdXUI/s1600/bookcollage3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ572tu8uwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KUC3r2IdXUI/s200/bookcollage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552511570514066178" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780486404455-2">Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus by Ludwig Wittgenstein</a></span> -- The world is everything that is the case. I understood maybe 1/5th of this short treatise on language, logic, solipsism and philosophy. But even that was enough to make it on this top ten list. The 1/5th understanding is after reading it three times, by the way. He's a poetic philosopher, so what he is saying is either 100 percent or zero percent clear. I wanted to read this a few times before starting his other works, so I will begin those in 2011.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ58M6VVqrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5k3opXzPySA/s1600/bookcollage4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ58M6VVqrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5k3opXzPySA/s200/bookcollage4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552511951853431474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780393063066-5">All Is Forgotten, Nothing Is Lost by Lan Samantha Chang</a></span> -- Anyone who has thought about being an artist of any sort, this short novel concerning a small group of poets at an MFA program is just what the doctor ordered. Love, loss, creation, destruction -- it's all in there, packaged up in tidy prose that moves the story along effortlessly. Plus, this was the first selection I received in my book club, so there is nostalgia connected to it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ58g7zqXsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NxMUS7F12sA/s1600/bookcollage5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ58g7zqXsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NxMUS7F12sA/s200/bookcollage5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552512295846436546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780375702242-0">The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky</a></span> -- Crazy ole Dostoevsky creates one of the most dynamic endings in literature here in The Idiot. He also depicts one of the most pure (though naive) characters in Prince Myshkin. A definite read-it-again book. Read it, people! Get on it! The 500+ pages of suspense are worth it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ580FPNRNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QXpptsysBfg/s1600/bookcollage6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ580FPNRNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QXpptsysBfg/s200/bookcollage6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552512624795403474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780385240871-5">Lost in the Funhouse by John Barth</a></span> -- John Barth is hit and miss for me, although he is mostly a hit. Sort of like juggling with bowling balls -- it's like, okay, I see what you are doing -- I'm impressed -- and I might be able to do that if I tried for awhile, but I'm not going to, thank you. Once you figure out essentially what Barth is doing, his writing is incredibly enjoyable. Lost in the Funhouse is Barth at his best. His humor is on point and the fact that he makes the reader work a bit means more appreciation, and much payoff upon completion. This is a series of connected short stories with echoed, developed themes that eventually (continually?) circles back upon itself. once upon a time there was a story that began<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ59NPsMn1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/6Vg-kur6Lr8/s1600/bookcollage7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ59NPsMn1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/6Vg-kur6Lr8/s200/bookcollage7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552513057098080082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780143036593-10">Europe Central by William T. Vollmann</a></span> -- How many dense 800+ page novels can I get through without hitting my head against a wall? Not sure, but here's another. Vollmann reigns supreme among living writers. I can't think of another American <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">literature</span></span> writer more prolific than Vollmann, and I'm going all the way back to the country's founding.<br /><br />A historic novel set in early 20th century central Europe, EC depicts the mindset of many people (most are historically famous) put in moralistic binds during warfare. A modern War and Peace, essentially.<br /><br />His treatment of composer Dmitri Shostakovich is standout. I've never read such beautiful prose describing music anywhere. If it were any more beautiful, it would actually be the music he is describing. Shostakovich was easily my favorite "character" in the novel.<br /><br />The book makes use of plenty of source material, so it is essentially true history, only Vollmann employs artistic characterization to put a compelling narrative at work. A book of this magnitude seems like it would take decades upon decades upon decades to put together. Vollmann must have access to some of the best stimulants around.<br /><br />At times it's difficult connecting the characters - some are brief and have seemingly no connection to others - but that's the thing. Each portion is meant to stand on its own, offering the worldview of that particular German/Russian person. I preferred the Russian parts of the book more than the German (which surprised me).<br /><br />Europe Central succeeds in showing what it was like to live in a tumultuous time, and the difficulties humans have in trying to connect or disconnect with one another. I'd like to read this book again at some point, and think you'd be well to do the same.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ59gpzfE1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/0r5wODVZBJ0/s1600/bookcollage8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ59gpzfE1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/0r5wODVZBJ0/s200/bookcollage8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552513390525485906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780060854041-3">The Soul of Baseball by Joe Posnanski </a></span> -- Posnanski writes passionately about a subject in which he's immersed himself in for years now: baseball in general, and Buck O'Neil specifically. Buck O'Neil is one of the most optimistic individuals I've ever read about in non-fiction works. A former Negro Leagues player and manager, O'Neill carried the stories and legends of those years around the country to fans and the curious. He'd constantly correct those who misunderstood what the Negro Leagues were like and tried to offer the wonders of the game, which reflects his true love for the national pastime. The book offers a great glimpse into a sport loved and loathed by Americans. I great read for fans and 'meh's alike. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ5924F3dJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Jj5VlJP7W_4/s1600/bookcollage9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ5924F3dJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Jj5VlJP7W_4/s200/bookcollage9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552513772317799570" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9781439169957-0">Point Omega by Don DeLillo</a></span> -- In short? It's about a secret war advisor and a young filmmaker.<br /><br />Well before the book graced shelves, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin coined the term Omega Point, described as a maximum level of complexity and consciousness towards which the universe appears to be evolving.<br /><br />The novel records the exchanges between a retired academic, Elster, and a documentarian, Jim. Elster, at the end of his storied career as a scholar and wartime philosophizer for the U.S. government, retreats to the desert to enter his final stage of personal consciousness and introversion – his own Omega Point.<br /><br />Finley’s goal is to persuade Elster to make a one-take film with Elster as its single character – “Just a man and a wall.”<br />The novel’s framed by scenes of an art installation by Douglas Gordon, shown at the Museum of Modern Art in New York in 2006, entitled “24 Hour Psycho.” In it, Hitchcock's movie is slowed down to complete a single showing over 24 hours. This stands as a reference point for the novel’s many meditations on time. “Point Omega” is small yet intense novel that emphasizes that the important things in life are not the big sweeping events, but the small moments and micro-moments that we live. The type of things that make time stand still.<br /><br />Perhaps he presents his ideas in such a condensed format because he wants us to slow down and read them again. You can read this in a day, but when you do, slow down and really pay attention to DeLillo, I think you will be rewarded. He's easily one of my favorite living authors.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ5-HvhZvbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8hKh-RC4_Jk/s1600/bookcollage10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 12px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ5-HvhZvbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8hKh-RC4_Jk/s200/bookcollage10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552514062075149746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PS.</span> After I made this list and the images for the book cover collage, I realized a few things. I read <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780312429218-14">Roberto Bolano's 2666</a> this year. I thought I'd read it in 2009. That book would be in my top 3 this year, with The Instructions and Freedom. I think this list is actually for the most part my top ten books read since summer 2010. I also finished <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780684848150-18">"Underworld" by Don DeLillo</a> in 2010, but I read the majority of its 832 pages in 2009. It is a top-five-of-all-time book. Then, right before the year ended, I book blitzed <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781564782113-0">"Wittgenstein's Mistress" by David Markson</a> and realized it is the type of experimental fiction that I only wish I'd be able to write. Here are some thoughts on 2666 and Underworld, respectively. Wittgenstein's Mistress will get its own post someday:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ6EM8jeo6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/R37Rm2apWow/s1600/2666hc.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TQ6EM8jeo6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/R37Rm2apWow/s200/2666hc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552520748542632866" /></a><br /><br />2666 is a great read, though you should know that it is exhausting on many accounts. During the fourth section(of five), entitled 'The Part About the Crimes,' I had to put it down for nearly a month. The fourth section details hundreds of murders - mainly women. So, if you're squeamish to myriad details of death, be warned.<br /><br />A constant theme, to me, throughout the novel is concealment, whether it is the history of main characters, a beautiful part (my favorite in the novel) comparing written works to a forest, or the crimes, etc. I could go on and on with more, but you should read the book yourself. It was worth the pain and suffering of getting through the novel. Read it!<br /><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TSC5j3iC8JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j7Vvp4c5LFo/s1600/Underworld-by-Don-Delillo-196x300.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TSC5j3iC8JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j7Vvp4c5LFo/s200/Underworld-by-Don-Delillo-196x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557645966028501138" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780684848150-18">Underworld</a> (You might think it that vampire movie - it is absolutely NOT that movie) is such an evocative title for a novel, especially when coupled with its cover's depiction of the Twin Towers covered with clouds and a flying bird angled in an eerily airplane looking way(this book came out in 1997). Not to mention several passages regarding the Twin Towers that read with new resonance after 9/11. But that isn't really what the novel is about; it's an opportune accidental feeling carried throughout the book. I digress.<br /> <br />DeLillo begins Underworld with pages describing Bobby Thomson's walk-off homerun (afterward called The Shot Heard 'Round the World). DeLillo places the reader at this game in the crowd at the legendary Polo Grounds in New York; you needn't enjoy baseball to like this setting. Thomson's homerun, which clinched the 1951 National League pennant for the New York Giants, erupts an emotional fanbase into pandemonium. A young fan, Cotter Martin, sneaks in to watch the game, eventually snagging the incredibly historic homerun away from another fan he'd just befriended. DeLillo (and history) describes this game as the same day the Russians tested a nuclear bomb. The Cold War has commenced, and the baseball takes the reader through time (the years between 1951 and 1997), as it passes through the hands of various owners. The narrative explains the American experience of Russia vs. America while mingling fictional characters with various heroes of cultural history (Frank Sinatra, J. Edgar Hoover, Lenny Bruce among others). Underworld covers the conflict in close detail and from a street level perspective. It's definitely a novel for anyone fascinated in global politics, media and culture.<br /> <br />Klara and Nick, the main characters, meet up in an Arizona desert in the 1990s and meander back in time as the story jumps chronologically through them and others until the early 1950s. Big events play out on the national stage, and each character's motivations and circumstances are shown, hinting that each life story shares synchronicity; the snapshots of the characters slowly intertwine into each others' lives.<br /><br />The baseball is viewed by many of the characters as an object with a history; by simply owning the ball they feel they'll also get the history that comes along with it. A preacher in the book discusses how history's found in the most common of places -- only that it's hidden where few think to look. By learning the history of objects the characters become more in focus with themselves and society. Some characters deal in various types of waste: human waste, nuclear waste, garbage, etc. Every product, package, wrapper or explosion has a consequence. This is the core of Underworld -- it is the waste that humankind feverishly tries to hide away like a secret. But it's always there, and eventually we're forced to confront the waste we create and the fears that we hide behind, holding us back from true desires.<br /> <br />Sure, the chronology is a bit jumbled, but it all ties together in the end. The rewards of persevering through this dizzying novel are endless. The dialogue driven narrative means that good listeners will enjoy this book. Reading another DeLillo novel before Underworld will help an intimidated reader, but is not a necessity. In brevity, Underworld finds roots of today in the small moments of the past.<br /> <br />Postscript: DeLillo has said that the inspiration for Underworld was <a href="http://www.perival.com/delillo/19511004_NYT.html">the October 4, 1951 front page of The New York Times (look it up here)</a>. Essential reading: the Lenny Bruce comedy routines about the Cuban Missile Crisis in the novel. If, AND ONLY IF you can't make it through the entire book, read the first section about the baseball game, and then the Lenny Bruce routines which are found on pages 504-9, 544-8, 580-6, 590-5, and 623-33. They are remarkable in context of the novel, but are able to be read independently of the story with great results. Upon finishing the novel, these were the areas that I shuffled back to immediately.<br /><br /><br />HAPPY NEW BOOK YEAR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3295690162923071271?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-32549016171283825682010-12-29T15:23:00.012-07:002010-12-29T18:54:35.052-07:00This list might be incomplete. It is tough to tell. I've included books I've re-read this year, and books I'm still working on(listed at the bottom separately). The list is large. Keep in mind I hardly watch TV, and the only movie I remember going to this year was Inception. Each book has a link if you'd like to read more about them/purchase a copy for yourself. I own probably 90 percent of these books, so if you are interested and would like to borrow my copy, let me know. I will soon post my top ten books from the year. The first two books listed below are probably on my top ten books of all time.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/3a4ef067-dc96-410a-9556-03834d164a30/TheInstructions.cfm">The Instructions by Adam Levin</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780684848150-18">Underworld by Don DeLillo</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781416546061-3">Falling Man by Don DeLillo</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9781439169957-0">Point Omega by Don DeLillo</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780743203968-6">The Body Artist: A Novel by Don DeLillo</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hobartpulp.com/minibooks/index.html">The Avian Gospels, book 1 by Adam Novy</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780446546928-2">Columbine by Dave Cullen</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780440539810-1">The Illuminatus! Trilogy: The Eye in the Pyramid/The Golden Apple/Leviathan by Robert Anton Wilson, Robert Joseph Shea</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780140094299-0">The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin</a><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/0a0b6a66-2350-4352-af17-885cc38a2ded/YouShallKnowOurVelocity.cfm">You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781932416824-0">How the Water Feels to the Fishes by Dave Eggers</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780486404455-0">Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus by Ludwig Wittgenstein</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780385240871-5">Lost in the Funhouse by John Barth</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780618131709-3">Chimera by John Barth</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780393063066-5">All Is Forgotten, Nothing Is Lost: A Novel by Lan Samantha Chang</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780385334204-0">Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/61-9781564784131-0">The King by Donald Barthelme</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unspeakable-Practices-Unnatural-Donald-Barthelme/dp/B000EVHCM4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1293670956&sr=8-2">Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts by Donald Barthelme</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781585678280-8">The Slightly Irregular Fire Engine by Donald Barthelme</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780684824796-5">Snow White by Donald Barthelme</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/7-9780809016495-0">The Beats: A Graphic History by Harvey Pekar</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780306819971-0">The Making of Pink Floyd: The Wall by Gerald Scarfe</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781896522173-0">Which One's Pink?: An Analysis of Concept Albums of Roger Waters and "Pink Floyd" by Phil Rose</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780312427481-3">The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780811215473-0">By Night in Chile by Roberto Bolaño</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780312429218-5">2666 by by Roberto Bolaño</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780811217194-8">Poetry As Insurgent Art by Lawrence Ferlinghetti</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/7-9780811200417-8">A Coney Island of the Mind: Poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/7-9780312426408-2">The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History by Jonathan Franzen</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9780312422165-0">How to Be Alone: Essays by Jonathan Franzen</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/18-9780374158460-0">Freedom by Jonathan Franzen</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780156453806-10">Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780316925198-3">Brief Interviews with Hideous Men by David Foster Wallace</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780316068222-7">This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life by David Foster Wallace</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/7-9780805062977-18">Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780307592439-2">Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself by David Lipsky</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780060797522-8">Love Me, Hate Me by Jeff Pearlman</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9781596914520-1">Logicomix: An Epic Search for Truth by Apostolos Doxiadis</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780316610698-1">The Secret Knowledge of Water : There are Two Easy Ways to Die in the Desert: Thirst and Drowning by Craig Childs</a><br /><br /><a href="http://buddywakefield.com/merchandise/">Live For A Living by Buddy Wakefield</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780679743460-0">Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780375702242-0">The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/61-9781411415942-0">Crime and Punishment (Illustrated Classics): A Graphic Novel by Fyodor Dostoyevsky</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780451210845-1">The Gunslinger (The Dark Tower, #1) by Stephen King</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780451163523-3">The Drawing of the Three (The Dark Tower, #2) by Stephen King</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781451608212-4">Blockade Billy by Stephen King</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780679732259-26">As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780316769518-4">Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction by JD Salinger</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/72-9780816521531-0">The Last Cheater's Waltz: Beauty and Violence in the Desert Southwest by Ellen Meloy</a><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/3165f87d-cfb7-40cd-b8c5-0e3918f2b68d/ColdFusion.cfm">Cold Fusion (HOW) by Dr. and Mr. Doris Haggis-On-Whey</a><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/3235511b-5dfb-4c69-ad8c-508657f7d29f/GiraffesGiraffes.cfm">Giraffes? Giraffes! Dr. and Mr. Doris Haggis-On-Whey</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780679779155-6">How Proust Can Change Your Life by Alain De Botton</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780375725340-0">The Art of Travel by Alain De Botton</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780385092104-1">The Birth of Tragedy & The Genealogy of Morals by Friedrich Nietzsche</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780307473479-5">The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780375727863-6">Rolling Nowhere by Ted Conover</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780679744399-39">All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9781594482229-9">The Areas of My Expertise by John Hodgman</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780312427184-0">Violence: Big Ideas/Small Books by Slavoj Zizek</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780061791659-2">A-Rod: The Many Lives of Alex Rodriguez by Selena Roberts</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780060854041-3">The Soul of Baseball: A Road Trip Through Buck O'Neil's America by Joe Posnanski</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781568580708-12">Illuminated Poems by Allen Ginsberg</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.kensandersbooks.com/shop/rarebooks/17877.html">The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971 by Allen Ginsberg</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780872860216-1">Reality Sandwiches: 1953-60 by Allen Ginsberg</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780872865112-0">Kaddish and Other Poems 1958-60 by Allen Ginsberg</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780872860179-30">Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9780142002643-0">Book of Haikus by Jack Kerouac</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780140042528-1">The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/2-9780872860643-4">Scattered Poems by Jack Kerouac</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780802130600-2">Mexico City Blues by Jack Kerouac</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780872862692-1">Pomes All Sizes by Jack Kerouac</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780143036593-10">Europe Central by William T. Vollmann</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780061256752-14">Riding Toward Everywhere by William T. Vollmann</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9781400077564-0">Wittgenstein's Nephew by Thomas Bernha</a>rd<br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781564782113-0">Wittgenstein's Mistress by David Markson</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9781564780331-0">Collected Poems by David Markson</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780767920810-0">The Universe in a SIngle Atom by Dalai Lama</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780684873213-12">Screwjack by Hunter S. Thompson</a><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/1250e910-efdc-4b01-a8e4-0fcbc761288e/ThePharmacistsMate.cfm">The Pharmacist's Mate by Amy Fusselman</a> <br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780394747231-1">Maus I by Art Spiegelman</a><br /><br /><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/index.cfm/fuseaction/catalog.detail/object_id/5ce85c5d-dce0-4801-ba65-01ff04470981/BeaNose.cfm">Be A Nose! by Art Spiegelman</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780679729518-1">The Sorrows of Young Werther by Wolfgang Von Johann Goethe</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780805202410-0">Illuminations by Walter Benjamin</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780374521509-2">Mythologies by Roland Barthes</a><br /><br /><a href="http://therumpus.net/shop/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=62">Rumpus Women, Vol I. Personal Essays by Women of The Rumpus</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/61-9781582436012-0">Deus Ex Machina by Andrew Foster Altschul</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9781874166177-2">Introducing: Wittgenstein by John Heaton</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780745629872-4">The Future of Human Nature by Jurgen Habermas</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780312421717-1">Our Posthuman Future: Consequences of the Biotechnology Revolution by Francis Fukuyama</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780143037880-9">The Singularity Is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology by Ray Kurzweil<br /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780679781493-5">Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis<br /></a><br /><br />..........<br />I started these books and either didn't finish them or am currently working on them.<br /><br />The Waste Lands (The Dark Tower, #3) by Stephen King<br /><br />Bob Dylan In America by Sean Wilentz<br /><br />Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer<br /><br />Twenty-Seventh City by Jonathan Franzen<br /><br />Obama's Wars by Bob Woodward<br /><br />Living in the End Times by Slavoj Zizek<br /><br />Holler if You Hear Me: searching for Tupac Shakur by Michael Eric Dyson<br /><br />The Big If by Mark Costello<br /><br />Arkansas by John Brandon<br /><br />Brave New World by Aldous Huxley<br /><br />Reality Hunger by David Shields<br /><br />Don Quixote by Cervantes<br /><br />The Brothers K by David James Duncan<br /><br />Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis<br /><br />The Four Fingers of Death by Rick Moody<br /><br />Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon<br /> <br />Fate, Time, and Language: An Essay on Free Will by David Foster Wallace<br /><br />Imperial by William T. Vollmann<br /><br />Demons by Fyodor Dostoevsky<br /><br />The Liar's Club by Mary Karr<br /><br />Lit by Mary Karr<br /><br />Decoded by Jay Z<br /><br />Autobiography of Mark Twain: The Complete and Authoritative Edition, Volume 1 (Mark Twain Papers) by Mark Twain<br /><br />Woody Guthrie, American Radical by Will Kaufman (this is a galley proof -- the book will be released on 04/04/2011)<br /><br />Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind by Shunryu Suzuki<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3254901617128382568?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-74480049946850737302010-12-26T22:05:00.003-07:002010-12-26T22:10:48.484-07:00One of my best friends, <a href="http://loydo38.blogspot.com/">Loyd</a>, visited Utah (home) recently, and it was a great time catching up with him. The next obvious step is to photoshop him and one of my favorite bands together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TRgeyx8E7nI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oKUCd7JgkUM/s1600/Pink_Loyd.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TRgeyx8E7nI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oKUCd7JgkUM/s400/Pink_Loyd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555223998109118066" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7448004994685073730?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-6105312025343074292010-12-03T04:44:00.001-07:002011-01-02T14:10:39.495-07:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>with ecstatic delicacy</p> <p>you've planted a flag&nbsp;where</p> <p>winds have &nbsp;b &nbsp; l &nbsp; &nbsp;o &nbsp; &nbsp; w &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; n&nbsp;</p> <p>after destitute salutes</p> <p>#</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>a surrogate stands&nbsp;after</p> <p>the battle, unprepared</p> <p>for trenches; whites of eyes</p> <p>unseen due to this dream</p> <p>#</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>is a race around the track a meet?</p> <p>who blew the whistle; what else would you like?</p> <p>left without spine it's no wonder</p> <p>you cannot take a</p> <p>S</p> <p>T</p> <p>A</p> <p>N</p> <p>D</p> <p>#</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>sympathy for the duplicitous</p> <p>grasp the abstract, slip</p> <p>and&nbsp;</p> <p>f</p> <p>a</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>l</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>l</p> <p>far past the borderline</p> <p>into enemy territory</p> <p>#</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-610531202534307429?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-40946887932692702152010-11-07T20:53:00.005-07:002011-01-02T14:03:30.072-07:00<a href="http://heheheheheheheeheheheehehe.com/">tao lin</a> 'generates' a lot of 'hatred' among those who 'stumble' across his 'artistic output.' he also has plenty of 'fans' and 'devotees.' if you've yet to 'hear' about tao lin, i 'apologize.' i just 'feel' that he has been able to 'capture' this 'generation's' 'mundanity' in 'interesting' ways.<br /><br />here is a poem of his that i particularly 'enjoy.' there is a video of him reading this 'poem.'<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjcOK2T0lPo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" 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href="http://monkeybicycle.net/archive/Lin/poem.html">here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4094688793269270215?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-49960168557656697932010-11-01T08:11:00.003-06:002010-11-01T08:23:56.305-06:00<a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/686947">I'm in.</a> Are you?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxrYlY_GRF4/SPty0N8McKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/thGQ7Lhf0_U/s400/Meteoro-nanowrimo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxrYlY_GRF4/SPty0N8McKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/thGQ7Lhf0_U/s400/Meteoro-nanowrimo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4996016855765669793?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-34688445464304528372010-10-18T23:33:00.002-06:002010-10-18T23:39:44.231-06:00<div> <div style="text-align: left; color: #595653; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 5px;"> 2Pac -- "Pain" <a href="http://drop.io"></a> </div> <object width="400" height="100"> <param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/stlth/static/production/swf/audio_controller.swf"></param> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param> <param name="flashvars" value="song_label=2-07 Pain (feat. Stretch).mp3&amp;music_track=http://drop.io/download/public/hw4eeyhqkwljqmrcoeci/27547a719518319014352e024c76a7820465ecd2/Asset/48988655/v3/web_preview&amp;autoplay=false"></param> <embed src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/stlth/static/production/swf/audio_controller.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" width="400" height="100" flashvars="song_label=2-07 Pain (feat. Stretch).mp3&amp;music_track=http://drop.io/download/public/hw4eeyhqkwljqmrcoeci/27547a719518319014352e024c76a7820465ecd2/Asset/48988655/v3/web_preview&amp;autoplay=false"> </embed> </object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3468844546430452837?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-31501987926892635032010-10-10T08:04:00.001-06:002010-10-10T08:04:57.361-06:00"I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3150198792689263503?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-60893402427760941702010-10-03T17:34:00.008-06:002010-10-03T23:11:28.018-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKlh-H7cckI/AAAAAAAAANU/6C0KwA6rh5o/s1600/giantsclinch.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKlh-H7cckI/AAAAAAAAANU/6C0KwA6rh5o/s200/giantsclinch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524054137854784066" /></a><br /><br />The Giants won the National League West division title today, in the final game of the year.<br /><br />Last week, I saw the Giants win two of three games against the Rockies in Denver.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkUT8qaYzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5eMGILGn-Ec/s1600/3atcoors2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkUT8qaYzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5eMGILGn-Ec/s200/3atcoors2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523968750880711474" /></a><br /><br />Many times I was called Tim Lincecum by fans in and out of the stadium. The best one was when I was called "Tim Lincecum on Steroids."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkYYWI_0LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/C0DCO5iKgcs/s1600/lincecumjack.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkYYWI_0LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/C0DCO5iKgcs/s200/lincecumjack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523973224485867698" /></a><br /><br />So, now that I look like one Giants pitcher, I have an announcement to make. If the Giants win the World Series, I will change my hair to that of another Giants pitcher -- closer Brian Wilson. Because the Machine told me so.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkaRI9CRYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JJmyV62YxDc/s1600/Brian+Wilson+fist+pump.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkaRI9CRYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JJmyV62YxDc/s200/Brian+Wilson+fist+pump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523975299710207362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKka5vEL3YI/AAAAAAAAANE/BJpjfLwmaQU/s1600/bwilson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKka5vEL3YI/AAAAAAAAANE/BJpjfLwmaQU/s200/bwilson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523975997135510914" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkbFwX_EvI/AAAAAAAAANM/LRLueOse-Fs/s1600/brianwilson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TKkbFwX_EvI/AAAAAAAAANM/LRLueOse-Fs/s200/brianwilson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523976203645424370" /></a><br /><br />Go Giants!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-6089340242776094170?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-84320481295641012452010-09-11T12:18:00.003-06:002010-09-11T12:33:29.509-06:00<div class='posterous_autopost'> <p style="text-align: center;">(excerpt from my much longer essay about a country-spanning baseball trip)&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: BlairMdITC TT-Medium;">GROUND ZERO: THE VERITABLE BILLBOARD OF CONSTRUCTION</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;">&nbsp;</span></p> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">After the Yankees game, [my older brother Matt and I] felt like taking a quick tour around the city before heading out to the next game. We drove around the Bronx, Manhattan, and other parts of New York. We saw the Statue of Liberty from a distance, drove by Ground Zero, and Times Square. Matt grew anxious with the ever-increasing traffic. He spouted off about &ldquo;morons&rdquo; and &ldquo;frickin&rsquo; idiots&rdquo; nonstop. He wouldn&rsquo;t stop two things: complaining or the car. He, in his huh-what&rsquo;s-the-big-deal nonchalant demeanor determined that we&rsquo;d only drive by the six-years-hence footprint of cataclysm. I really wanted to stop, though. Some fascination of a place so familiar yet unknown. Why? I'm still not sure. I know I wanted to, but I also felt I&nbsp;<em style="">needed</em>&nbsp;to stop.</span></p> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The city minded its business as traffic lunged away in all directions like scattered packing peanuts when a hair dryer aims its propelled air. We made what was essentially a u-turn around Ground Zero; I saw concrete, fences, signs, construction hats and rubble. Still? There I was, in person, a few years removed from the tragedy (the following week would be six years to the day), and no real area to stop, to reflect? I soaked in what I could grasp, my eyes darting about like watching tennis in fast forward; it was difficult to take in and was so fleeting. I reached for it, as if the site was supposed to be something tangible to grasp.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">&ldquo;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Matt, can you at least slow down? I&rsquo;d like a picture,</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">&rdquo;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">&nbsp;I said.&nbsp;&ldquo;Well, the traffic&hellip; you understand. We couldn&rsquo;t stop if I wanted to,&rdquo;&nbsp;h</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">e replied.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">&nbsp;I snapped a picture and it was blurry. In a snap of fingers, it was gone, missed.</span></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: Verdana;">How is it that the felled building was still gone? It was a ghost building, a haunt of epic proportions. D.F. Wallace referred to 9/11 as &lsquo;The Horror,&rsquo; and the word fits. It simply took a drive-by glimpse to prove to be the ultimate reminder. Without being able to stop the car, I was immediately taken back to The Horror. Like a conduit into the collective memories that everyone has shared, everyone has made their own.</span></p> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: Verdana;">It happened on my day off. I was working at a golf course and was sleeping in. I was only a few months removed from my high school graduation, and I really enjoyed sleeping in. My mother woke me up early, telling me that Maybe You&rsquo;d Be Interested to Know that An Aircraft Has Hit A Prominent New York Building. I said "yikes" and fell back asleep. Then she came back minutes later and told me that It Was Not Random, Two Planes Have Hit The Two World Trade Towers, There Seems To Be A Weird Connection or Coincidence. My smarter-than-me mother knew that I&rsquo;d want to follow this unknown story. I just wanted to sleep in longer. But thinking of my mother in the doorway -- rushedly semi-ready for the day, her arms wrapped as if the praying pose were also hugging herself -- really stuck with me. I stretched, prepared cereal and turned my attention to the television. I&rsquo;d missed it; those replays like a weird dream on unfortunate repeat.</span></p> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: Verdana;">I didn't know at the time that the entire world would change that day. I went about my planned business with my friends. I bought two new release albums that came out that Tuesday. The current me would like to pretend that I bought Bob Dylan&rsquo;s new release &ldquo;Love and Theft&rdquo; that day, but in reality I bought the new albums by P.O.D. and Jay-Z. We always went to Circuit City on Tuesday for the new releases. Then we played homerun derby at a local baseball field, while talking about the crazy morning. We all decided that we would join the military and kick the collective dead-meat asses of the perpetrator bastards.&nbsp;</span></p> <p style="text-indent: .5in; line-height: 200%;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: Verdana;">None of us did. We had no idea what we were talking about. We jolted our eyes upward at every sound of aircraft or audible bird, which seemed to slowly become more and more infrequent as the day went on. We were emotionally enveloped and jarred out of a comfortable state. And it all came back to me that early September 2007 morning, whisked off in the blurry New York traffic. One New York minute, and it was gone. I&rsquo;d missed it.</span></p> </span></span></span></span></span></p> </span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8432048129564101245?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-46195089922792836042010-09-03T23:08:00.001-06:002010-09-03T23:08:51.742-06:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2010-09-03/lrFxpumvzEwvrsABgBIsvFGaBstCBEzbhssypiinukmvItydgGsmIElqBjCk/solar-wisdom-new-years.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="1002"/> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4619508992279283604?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-37289921123221632272010-09-02T01:22:00.002-06:002010-09-02T01:28:34.159-06:00<div class='posterous_autopost'><p> <p>Good Evening,</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I&rsquo;ve decided to write you to tell you about a documentary film that I&rsquo;m supporting vocally and financially. I&rsquo;m excited about this film and thought you might as well. The film is called STREET FIGHTING MAN.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>STREET FIGHTING MAN is the story of regular people fighting for the betterment of their communities on Detroit's East side. As you probably know, Detroit has been hit hard by the slow decay of the auto industry and the recent downturn in the economy. Police stations and schools have closed down, vacant lots now cover half the city, and violent crime is on the rise. It&rsquo;s hard to imagine, but parts of the city resemble a third world country. It&rsquo;s shocking how bad things have become, and I&rsquo;d like to do something about it, utilizing whatever finite capability I can muster as far as being able to help out. The filmmakers behind STREET FIGHTING MAN need some money to get their film off the ground. I recently donated a modest 30 dollars and plan on donating at least once more in the next two days.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man"><img src="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man/widget/card.jpg" border="0" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>It&rsquo;s far too easy to assume one&rsquo;s small contribution is of little significance. Helping out with this film is a superb way to get involved in a great cause. Whether you donate one dollar or one hundred, your help is appreciated and goes a long way to ensure this film&rsquo;s message is delivered to as many people as possible, especially those capable of making changes amidst the turmoil depicted in the film.&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;This film doesn&rsquo;t just focus on all of the doom and gloom usually associated with media reports. STREET FIGHTING MAN focuses on real people; stories of those who are clinging to hope and fighting to make a difference. One of the subjects of the film actually polices his own neighborhood, equipped with both a video camera and a shotgun.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>I strongly encourage you to do what you can to help. They are using a website called Kickstarter to raise $6500 by September 3rd. If they can't raise that amount by the deadline, the filmmakers won't get any of the money that has been pledged so far, including my donation. They need to raise a few hundred more dollars. Every little bit counts, especially now with such a short amount of time left so please take a look at their campaign and please consider donating:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man/"> http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man/<br /></a><br /><br /><br /> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>If you decide to donate, you will earn a corresponding reward. Check out the different levels of rewards on the link provided. It&rsquo;s the best and easiest way to get your name on an important film. The director, Andrew James, is a good friend of mine, as is Jolyn. We camp, talk about baseball, gripe about goings-on and laugh a lot. His films have had some previous success. His last documentary, CLEANFLIX, is still playing at film festivals all over the country. Last year, it premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival, which is one of the top three festivals in the world. You can learn more about Andrew and his producing partners at the same link above.</p> <p>Thanks for taking the time to read this and let me know if you have any questions.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Best,</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Jack&nbsp;</p> <p /> </p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3728992112322163227?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-16020930087239310982010-08-22T12:50:00.005-06:002010-08-22T14:19:33.990-06:00_________________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Slightly-Irregular-Fire-Engine/dp/1585678287"><span style="font-style:italic;">The Slightly Irregular Fire Engine</span></a> by Donald Barthelme</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/THF2CUzbqEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5o5GYBkZIPE/s1600/slightly.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/THF2CUzbqEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5o5GYBkZIPE/s200/slightly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508313601567074370" /></a><br /><br />Barthelme gears his minimalist mimicry into 'The Slightly Irregular Fire Engine,' a great children's picture book, which was justly rewarded with a National Book Award nearly 2 score years ago (1972).<br /><br />It can be read in 10 minutes, so I won't say much as far as the plot goes without giving it away. But there are many lessons to be learned in this collaged story, such as finding happiness when what you want isn't happening quite exactly as you'd like. <br /><br />TSIFE contains the types of collage works that many tirelessly attempt to recreate and fail miserably in doing so. Barthelme gives us just enough -- nothing more -- for the story to be told (or viewed) efficaciously.<br /><br />Two slightly irregular thumbs up for this children's classic.<br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giraffes-HOW-Doris-Haggis---Whey/dp/1932416978/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1282505254&sr=1-1"><span style="font-style:italic;">Giraffes? Giraffes!</span></a> by Doris Haggis-on-Whey, Benny Haggis-on-Whey</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/THGDUcmM7tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/igrAzh-9WAI/s1600/giraffes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/THGDUcmM7tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/igrAzh-9WAI/s200/giraffes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508328206547873490" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dr. Doris Haggis-on-Whey and her stumbling husband Benny give us a stunning history into all things giraffe related, such as the fact they travel long distances on large conveyor belts and control the world's supply of ice.<br /><br />This and other common-knowledge facts about giraffes are presented in this children's picture book in an easy-to-read-yet-completely-easier-to-agree-with way. You're welcome, science.<br /><br />The Haggis-on-Whey couple took Donald Barthelme's idea of children's picture books and ran with it. Ran with it like giraffes on conveyor belts towards ice-containing places.<br /><br />If you are a fan of pictures, small references to Utah, complete knowledge or giraffes, then this is the book for you. Better yet, it is the first in a series of picture books that could eventually reach triple digits.<br /><br />Dr Doris Haggis-on-Whey and Benny Doris Haggis-on-Whey have a close, seemingly DNA-ly association with Dave Eggers and his young brother Toph, the two of which are chronicled in Eggers' memoir 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.' He that hath ears.<br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cold-Fusion-Doris-Haggis-Whey/dp/1934781215/ref=pd_sim_b_1">Cold Fusion</a></span> by by Doris Haggis-on-Whey, Benny Haggis-on-Whey<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/THGDFzY26FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/78f63KmuIHY/s1600/coldfusion.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/THGDFzY26FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/78f63KmuIHY/s200/coldfusion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508327954967881810" /></a><br /><br />Dr. Doris and Benny Haggis-on-Whey are at it again, this time satiating our minds on the wonders of Cold Fusion in this non-sequitur filled, delightsome gold star on the shirt of publishing.<br /><br />I know what you're thinking. I already mentioned Vol. 1, re: giraffes, and Cold Fusion is Vol. 4 in this series. What gives? I'll tell you what gives. And it isn't Cold Fusion. But I actually can't tell you what gives. Let me just saw that perhaps I read this one after Vol. 1, or if you prefer, I went against the chronologically-released grain because I'm risque like that.<br /><br />The history of Cold Fusion is presented as a timeline early on in the book and is superimposed -- obviously, I do not need to explain with what -- over a timeline of Eddie Money's career. These Two Tickets to Paradise are among many to be found within the pages. Also, many more Utah references to boot.<br /><br />Cold Fusion is "one of the most controversial scientific pursuits that can be conducted in a bathtub" and as such, you'd perhaps do well to read with gloved hands. Or go to Beastie-Boys-music-video lengths and wear a full body suit.<br /><br />These Haggis-on-Whey books can be found at the Orem Public Library. Well, when I return them.<br /><br />Dr Doris Haggis-on-Whey and Benny Doris Haggis-on-Whey have a close, seemingly DNA-ly association with Dave Eggers and his young brother Toph, the two of which are chronicled in Eggers' memoir 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.' He that hath ears.<br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-1602093008723931098?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-82346529239023113652010-08-21T12:39:00.003-06:002010-09-02T01:21:30.857-06:00Good Evening,<br /><br />I’ve decided to write you to tell you about a documentary film that I’m supporting vocally and financially. I’m excited about this film and thought you might as well. The film is called STREET FIGHTING MAN.<br /><br />STREET FIGHTING MAN is the story of regular people fighting for the betterment of their communities on Detroit's East side. As you probably know, Detroit has been hit hard by the slow decay of the auto industry and the recent downturn in the economy. Police stations and schools have closed down, vacant lots now cover half the city, and violent crime is on the rise. It’s hard to imagine, but parts of the city resemble a third world country. It’s shocking how bad things have become, and I’d like to do something about it, utilizing whatever finite capability I can muster as far as being able to help out. The filmmakers behind STREET FIGHTING MAN need some money to get their film off the ground. I recently donated a modest 30 dollars and plan on donating at least once more in the next two days.<br /><br /><a href='http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man'><img border='0' src='http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man/widget/card.jpg' /></a><br /><br />It’s far too easy to assume one’s small contribution is of little significance. Helping out with this film is a superb way to get involved in a great cause. Whether you donate one dollar or one hundred, your help is appreciated and goes a long way to ensure this film’s message is delivered to as many people as possible, especially those capable of making changes amidst the turmoil depicted in the film. <br /><br /> This film doesn’t just focus on all of the doom and gloom usually associated with media reports. STREET FIGHTING MAN focuses on real people; stories of those who are clinging to hope and fighting to make a difference. One of the subjects of the film actually polices his own neighborhood, equipped with both a video camera and a shotgun.<br /><br />I strongly encourage you to do what you can to help. They are using a website called Kickstarter to raise $6500 by September 3rd. If they can't raise that amount by the deadline, the filmmakers won't get any of the money that has been pledged so far, including my donation. They need to raise a few hundred more dollars. Every little bit counts, especially now with such a short amount of time left so please take a look at their campaign and please consider donating: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/335378703/street-fighting-man/posts.<br /><br />If you decide to donate, you will earn a corresponding reward. Check out the different levels of rewards on the link provided. It’s the best and easiest way to get your name on an important film. The director, Andrew James, is a good friend of mine, as is Jolyn. We camp, talk about baseball, gripe about goings-on and laugh a lot. His films have had some previous success. His last documentary, CLEANFLIX, is still playing at film festivals all over the country. Last year, it premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival, which is one of the top three festivals in the world. You can learn more about Andrew and his producing partners at the same link above.<br />Thanks for taking the time to read this and let me know if you have any questions.<br /><br /><br />Best,<br /><br />Jack<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8234652923902311365?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-46505434956820876502010-08-14T00:29:00.002-06:002010-08-14T00:35:10.789-06:00<a href="http://jackwaters.posterous.com/sinking-stone"><div class='posterous_autopost'><p> <p>Just grab that thing right there, son. That&rsquo;s it, the rock.</p> <p>Next to it. The <em style="">flatter</em> one&hellip; Goddamn it&hellip; Here, this one.</p> <p>Grab it and then place it like a jelly-jar lid between your pointer finger and your thumb. Good.</p> <p>Why, take that there rock and rear back like a sprinkler head, ready to launch the thing. But make sure you reeeeeel it back good and hard. No&hellip; more angled&hellip; up, not down. Like&hellip; this. Otherwise you&rsquo;ll sink it. Don&rsquo;t sink that stone, son. Mustn&rsquo;t sink it.</p> <p>So, reared-back and eyes steadied, step forward swingin&rsquo;, slingin&rsquo; your arm, but more or less guide that thing. You ain&rsquo;t got a chance, nope. Come on.</p> <p>Let the rock choose its course. Let it <em style="">think</em> that it is in control. Otherwise, you&rsquo;ll sink that stone. C a n n o t <span style="">&nbsp;</span>sink it, son.</p> <p>So, as that rock thinks it has control, you, not thinkin&rsquo;, will fling it when your arm&rsquo;s nearly fully-extended. You&rsquo;re slappin&rsquo; the horizon, if you really get down to it and think about it.</p> <p>But son, don&rsquo;t think about the rock. Don&rsquo;t think about me, you, mama. Ain&rsquo;t nothin&rsquo; to think about except nothin&rsquo;.</p> <p>Just that open horizon &ndash; hurl it towards that horizon and upon release you&rsquo;ll see just what you haven&rsquo;t thought about.</p> <p>It will glide from you, and you&rsquo;ll know it before it strikes water. Know that you thought about it or not. Know that you launched it all right.</p> <p>You feel it more than throw it, son.</p> <p>Knowin&rsquo;, mid-flight, whether you&rsquo;ve given that rock the journey you&rsquo;ve set out to give it. Know if it will skip its way across endless meters of otherwise uninterrupted calm. The beauty of the skippin&rsquo;, dancin&rsquo; rock, barely grazin&rsquo; that surface, hoppin&rsquo; distances a rock could only dream about going by itself.</p> <p>You see, son, you can give that rock a livelihood it cannot achieve on its own.</p> <p>So tell me now, son.</p> <p>Are you gonna sink that stone?</p> </p></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4650543495682087650?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-31844041770467359902010-08-08T15:13:00.006-06:002010-08-08T15:50:18.911-06:00_________________________________________________________________________<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Writings-Nietzsche-Modern-Library-Classics/dp/0679783393/ref=tmm_pap_title_0"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Birth of Tragedy </span>by Friedrich Nietzsche (translated by Walter Kaufmann)</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TF8evj4DXFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UWA7bUkKV8o/s1600/birthoftragedy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TF8evj4DXFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UWA7bUkKV8o/s200/birthoftragedy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503151072103062610" /></a><br /><br /><br />This was basically my introduction to the Greek Tragedy. I am very novice in both Philosophy and Greek works, so there are many things that I missed without that type of background. I have many friends well-versed in these subjects, and that was a big reason I read this. I look forward to a second reading of it, where I hope to understand it a bit better. So how can I explain the book?<br /><br />Nietzsche describes the state of modern culture, both its decline and its possible rebirth. He criticizes human culture but goes to great lengths showing he has faith in the human soul, urging us to drop our Socratic pretenses and accept the culture of Dionysus again (whatever that means).<br /><br />Some of my favorite sections in the book touched on music, specifically that it exists in the realm beyond language, which allows us to rise beyond consciousness.<br /><br />It's a quick read, and I definitely recommend it. As I mentioned earlier, I look forward to returning to it for a second reading.<br /><br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crime-Punishment-Illustrated-Classics-Graphic/dp/1411415949">Crime and Punishment (Illustrated Classics): A Graphic Nove</a>l </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TF8iZO16EgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qKoBt87QCqs/s1600/crimepunishment.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TF8iZO16EgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qKoBt87QCqs/s200/crimepunishment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503155086546309634" /></a><br /><br /><br />Of course it isn't as good as the ever-so-excellent "regular" version, but it was fun to see Raskolnikov drawn out and wandering in his confusion. <br /><br />I would recommend it to someone that has already read the unabridged classic already, lest the person feels they get the gist of the story, which would be a horrible thing to reduce Dostoevsky's prose to black and white panels with a general storyline.<br /><br />What I didn't like about it was the modernization of it. As far as I know -- and I could be wrong -- there weren't phones, laptops, Sex Pistols and Scream (the movie) posters around when Fyodor penned the book. Again, I could be wrong. What an unfortunate eyesore they were on the walls in a few frames of the graphic novel. <br /><br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Proust-Change-Your-Life/dp/0679779159/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1281303333&sr=1-1"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">How Proust Can Change Your Life</span> by Alain De Botton</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TF8mId1EHpI/AAAAAAAAAME/3pHOyil4Fos/s1600/proustbotton.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TF8mId1EHpI/AAAAAAAAAME/3pHOyil4Fos/s200/proustbotton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503159196558040722" /></a><br /><br />Everyone needs to read something by Alain de Botton. His witty insights cover encyclopedic range and blend hilarity and intensity quite nicely. <br /><br />This offering is partial self-help, partial literary biography (of French author Marcel Proust). Botton presents tongue-in-cheek nuggets of wisdom to advise readers on how to handle, deal or avoid various situations, ultimately tying it together with the life and writings of Proust. I like Proust as a writer though I haven't read much of him. I'm much more enamored by those he's influenced. But after reading this book, I want to pull Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 1 off my shelf for a good looooooooooooooong read.<br /><br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3184404177046735990?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-73990662512444293452010-08-01T00:32:00.005-06:002010-08-01T00:45:10.295-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TFUX8CzxFBI/AAAAAAAAALM/ULJKKLHmNhs/s1600/rushtotheend.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TFUX8CzxFBI/AAAAAAAAALM/ULJKKLHmNhs/s400/rushtotheend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500328840216515602" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7399066251244429345?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-84649481898908896272010-07-30T01:50:00.003-06:002010-07-30T01:59:56.688-06:00True friends are difficult to come by. I'm a very lucky person.<br /><br />"Who, if I screamed, would hear me among the angelic orders? And even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For Beauty is nothing but the beginning of Terror that we're still just able to bear, and why we adore it is because it serenely disdains to destroy us."<br />...<br />"And we, who have always thought of happiness as climbing or ascending would feel the emotion that almost startles when a happy thing falls."<br /><br /> -- from "Duino Elegies" by Rainer Maria Rilke<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8464948189890889627?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-17361345769925906482010-07-28T23:47:00.005-06:002010-07-31T18:01:01.639-06:00**** you, <a href="http://www.formspring.me/andysherwin">Andy Sherwin</a>. From me, Jack Waters. No anonymity. How dare you try to throw out these half compliments to Meghan and painting me as a villain. She's a much better person that you know or ever will know. And guess what, asshole, so am I.<br /><br />*** you and your s*****, wannabe Jay McInerney flash fiction, especially when you read it like an auctioneer, for what? Emotion? Adrenaline? Batted eyelashes? Your writing is far from original, and even further from good work. It might impress people that don’t read well-written works often. **** your fan club. You’re a wannabe writer that spends too much time doing what you just aren’t very good at. But I just ended that last sentence in a prepositional phrase! What of me? Well, I don’t consider myself a writer, a student of English; I’m sure I spend approximately .5 percent as much time as you do to hone your craft.<br /><br />Andy Sherwin. Nerd extraordinaire. Cock-less and cocky. Spineless asshole. I’d love for you to say these things to my face. I’m sure this is exactly the response you’d like from me. <br /><br />**** you and your writing, which is as easy as:<br /><br />You wake up. You see the mirror you’ve looked at countless times, yet a spider meanders across and all you can think is maybe he sees himself like I see me. I don’t see myself like that any longer. <br />The railway was hiring nightshift and that’s nothing that a good 16 ounce coffee can’t make reasonable. Your dad told you that.<br />But your father wasn’t like this. It wasn’t like this. <br />The night sends its stars across the sky like spiders on the mirror. You’re down 32 ounces and 2 hours and without eight legs, this will be a long night…. And on and on and on……<br /><br />A few things I don’t consider myself:<br /><br />*Buddhist. <br /><br />*past morality<br /><br />*Heavily against the “misogynistic and patriarchal” Mormon church. I’m quite cordial towards it, actually, and still remain in contact with people from my mission.<br /><br />But according to your passive responses towards me via your Anonymous Blog Comment Asshole persona shows that you think you know me.<br /><br />There are obviously many things you do not know about my situation, so **** your presumption. Shame on you for your attempt at judgment. **** the lies that you’ve been fed by others – <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">many of them from friends of mine</span></span> – constantly and without just cause. You’ve made light of things in my life that are highly personal and stressful, and you don’t deserve to breathe the air you pollute with your vapid ramblings. You’re a true asshole, and I expect you to reply to this with your quirky little responses, “Hey, see what I am talking about? This is the kind of guy I’m dealing with. Aren’t his responses enough to see who he is? Oh, and he doesn’t like Clint Eastwood.”<br /><br />So, what's your reply, Andy? Will it take this post to bring you out of your passive shell of superiority? Will you try to force your supposed knowledge of my situation into your attempt towards morality? You'll try to prove your point? You really ought to apologize.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-1736134576992590648?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-33956371705575480562010-07-17T14:28:00.004-06:002010-07-17T14:47:06.406-06:00_________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">'<span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/King-Donald-Barthelme/dp/1564784134/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">The King</a></span>' <a href="http://www.amazon.com/King-Donald-Barthelme/dp/1564784134/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">by Donald Barthleme</a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wishiwerethere.typepad.com/pgwp/images/king_lg_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 216px;" src="http://wishiwerethere.typepad.com/pgwp/images/king_lg_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Barthelme is one of my favorite authors. He usually writes short stories, but has a few novels under his belt, including this one. I guess this is just a long short story, since it clocks in around 150 pages with geriatrically-friendly large font. It modernizes King Arthur and his knights, and weaves in themes regarding Nazis and such. But I'm not sure the type of person I would recommend this book to. For instance, were a semi-studious individual with an affinity towards knights to stumble across this book, he would likely say with a furled brow, "what a kook, what a goofus, how sayest thou that sir Barthelme has obtained a publisher?" To such a person I would direct them to read John Steinbeck's "The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights." But for those that like to read wacky renderings of moderately understood tales, this is the book for you. And if you don't like it, it is short enough that you could even finish it without regrets. So check it out from the library like I did.<br /><br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">'<span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Areas-My-Expertise-John-Hodgman/dp/B000O17CZ6/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">The Areas of My Expertise</a></span>' <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Areas-My-Expertise-John-Hodgman/dp/B000O17CZ6/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">by John Hodgman</a><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://techhelpvideos.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/areas-of-my-expertise.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://techhelpvideos.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/areas-of-my-expertise.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />I read this for the second time a while ago... Hodgman is great. He does create a divide, however, with his humor. Much of the book is nonsense -- so if you are okay with mundane inanity, then this is the book for you. Hilarious, insightful and overtly tongue-in-cheek, you can swallow this book quickly, or spread it out in bathroom reader style. You'll either roll your eyes or roll in laughter with every page, diagram or chart.<br />_________________________________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">'<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pretty-Horses-Border-Trilogy-Book/dp/0679744398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1279398868&sr=1-1">All The Pretty Horses'</a></span> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pretty-Horses-Border-Trilogy-Book/dp/0679744398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1279398868&sr=1-1">by Cormac McCarthy</a><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.dixcdn.com/leftofcybercenter/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/atph.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 475px;" src="http://blogs.dixcdn.com/leftofcybercenter/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/atph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Okay everyone, I should start with an apology. I gave this book 4 stars. Many people swoon over this book. Many people steal horses over this book. Many, still, do not read this book and vague over-assumptive not-good inside jokes early in the review will go unnoticed. <br /><br />This isn't the first Cormac McCarthy book I've read, and so that might be the reasoning behind my semi-enamored state over the book. Perhaps it is like the Yankees winning the World Series -- surely a big deal -- and responding with, "Oh, they did? That's great. Yawn yawn yawn. I'm starving." <br /><br />I excitedly read the book and purchased the other two books in this trilogy, but I guess my expectation level was too high. Is this modern-day Cormac McCarthyism?<br /><br />Anyway, the prose is excellent -- the man describes landscape in godlike ways -- and it is an enjoyable story that I will pick back up when I decide I am ready for the second part, The Crossing. Perhaps my beef with the story is the cowboy aspect. I've never sided with the cowboys, I've always leaned Indianly in this way. Clint Eastwood, blah blah blah boring. Take your tight pants and grimaces elsewhere, punk.<br />_________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3395637170557548056?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-6289564376825865102010-07-10T01:37:00.005-06:002010-07-10T01:45:17.783-06:00I've decided to create a sports-only blog, <a href="http://thewaterscooler.spruz.com/pt/LeBronocalpse/blog.htm">which can be found by CLICKING HERE.</a><br /><br />I did this for a couple of reasons.<br /><br />1. I've wanted to do it for a while.<br />2. Some of my friends love sports.<br />3. Some of my friends hate sports.<br />4. My friend Bradford told me to make one, so I did.<br /><br />I posted a few of the sports related posts from this blog, and have a <a href="http://thewaterscooler.spruz.com/pt/LeBronocalpse/blog.htm">new one up called LeBronocalypse</a> (<a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/100708">Bill Simmons gets credit for the term</a>)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://thewaterscooler.spruz.com/pt/LeBronocalpse/blog.htm">Click HERE to read my post called LeBronocalypse</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDgkfkki7FI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bWYkbAxDpu4/s1600/LBJheat.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDgkfkki7FI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bWYkbAxDpu4/s400/LBJheat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492179870389824594" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-628956437682586510?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-74835849096318071732010-07-04T15:48:00.012-06:002010-07-31T18:07:21.185-06:00As the U.S.A. turns eleven score and four years old, I hope those in this country reflect on the types of things worth celebrating. All of the pomp patriotism with its stars and stripes and reds blues and whites emblazoned on KMart-ianly ugly attire ought to take a step down and bow to the country - <span style="font-style:italic;">the actual land</span>- rather than those ambitions and Founders I'll clump into the word Imperialism.<br /><br />In my one score and seven years, I've flown or driven nearly the entirety of these states, and lived in almost two hands-full of them. When I see this land, I see god-like land, not God-blessed geography. Rather than bloviate on a soapbox, I will post the song that <span style="font-style:italic;">SHOULD</span> be our national anthem. Woody Guthrie's - via Bob Dylan - 'This Land is Your Land'. Also, a poem I wrote two years ago around this time after a bike ride near the canyon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDEFXBF9inI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bmDMazVXuz8/s1600/thislandisyourland.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDEFXBF9inI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bmDMazVXuz8/s320/thislandisyourland.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490175313729915506" /></a><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Vf31mpk9QY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Vf31mpk9QY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDECL4JsJII/AAAAAAAAAKA/Z88FeXGxKos/s1600/thereisthemountain.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDECL4JsJII/AAAAAAAAAKA/Z88FeXGxKos/s320/thereisthemountain.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490171823816189058" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~<span style="font-weight:bold;">But then there is the mountain</span>~<br /><br />Man of intensity, favored in might,<br />Vigor and unyielded strength.<br />But then there is the mountain.<br /><br />Theme-park, a fanciful retreat,<br />Enjoyment provided to the masses.<br />But then there is the mountain.<br /><br />A rose reaches toward the sky,<br />Fragrant and secure, exceptional beauty.<br />But then there is the mountain.<br /><br />Skyscraper lofty in reach,<br />Soars across heights, awed immensity. <br />But then there is the mountain.<br /><br />Clouds shift with the breeze,<br />Wins over the sky.<br />But then there is the mountain.<br /><br />Scholars and sage alike<br />Showcase secrets and wonders of life.<br />But then there is the mountain.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDECYYbU2cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xEf0oozYuWo/s1600/madeforyouandme.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 23px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TDECYYbU2cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xEf0oozYuWo/s320/madeforyouandme.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490172038638524866" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7483584909631807173?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-57862779055531805352010-06-26T01:25:00.003-06:002010-06-26T01:39:38.955-06:00Narrow and triangulated, this escape spot. Winded-road hidden. Frequented by few. Overlooked by many. Very uncave-like in appearance; it's muggy sense denoted some sort of inanimate shame of the place, as if the area wanted to be left alone. And so it was with it's visitors -- much to the chagrin of some -- who found some sort of emptiness in the sought-after emptiness. "I was looking for my emptiness," said the visitor. "I had my emptiness," said the place. "Your presence took from both of us," it goes on. And such it is that emptiness is never found, because it is nowhere -- for when it is found, it is filled. And felt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-5786277905553180535?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-20969850082258715502010-06-18T23:29:00.001-06:002010-06-18T23:43:58.697-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TBxV2YslKcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v8NT3ly8tNM/s1600/kobe+(AP+Photo:Jae+C.+Hong).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TBxV2YslKcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v8NT3ly8tNM/s400/kobe+(AP+Photo:Jae+C.+Hong).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484352839061154242" /></a> (AP Photo/Jae C. Hong)<br /><br />I read a great article on Kobe Bryant's place among the all-time greats in the Lakers organization. And it also stacks him up against MJ. I agree with the majority of it, and would direct you to it rather than rehash a cliffnotes version of it. Read it <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/playoffs/2010/columns/story?columnist=broussard_chris&page=kobe-100618">here</a>.<br /><br />Here's a quote from the article, "since Kobe came after Michael, he had to hear the "he's never won it without Shaq'' refrain earlier in his career. But Magic never heard "he never won it without Kareem.'' Bird never heard "he never won it without Robert Parish and Kevin McHale.''<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-2096985008225871550?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-92204734559152639442010-06-18T17:54:00.005-06:002010-06-18T17:58:58.403-06:00Question: If, on LDS terms, sex is second to murder in sin severity, then why is killing a murderer an option to "repair" that problem, yet sex can be resolved with a few months of apology to a guy in a suit?<br /><br />I don't see why so many LDS members are bloodthirstily okay with capital punishment yet constantly fall "victim" to the silver-medal sin and can basically "get away with it" without anyone really knowing except a Bishop. <br /><br />I'm not advocating severe punishment for sex in any degree whatsoever - I am merely trying to point out an inconsistency, and would like LDS members to rethink capital punishment.<br /><br />And while I'm at it, we should be more in favor of Capitol punishment, not capital punishment.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TBwILZRCVbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PlsulviGswg/s1600/bishop.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TBwILZRCVbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PlsulviGswg/s400/bishop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484267438084347314" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-9220473455915263944?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-75844828296651790672010-06-09T23:46:00.004-06:002010-06-09T23:51:04.486-06:00<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Freedom-Novel-Jonathan-Franzen/dp/0374158460/ref=reg_hu-wl_item-added"><span style="font-weight:bold;">August 31, 2010</span></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TBB9M8Ej2sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/veQjnUGV01E/s1600/freedomfranzen.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TBB9M8Ej2sI/AAAAAAAAAJo/veQjnUGV01E/s400/freedomfranzen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481018407747050178" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7584482829665179067?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-45416865674874930442010-06-02T23:23:00.011-06:002010-06-03T00:04:51.595-06:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">The G.O.A.T.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdAh7PUvdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hXdWFT8lbnk/s1600/griffey12.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdAh7PUvdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hXdWFT8lbnk/s320/griffey12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478418423301324242" /></a><br />Ken Griffey Jr. retired today after a first-ballot Hall of Fame career. Watching him play when I was a kid is one of my earliest memories. I loved watching Griffey's effortless, exciting approach to the game. He made it fun to watch. A few of his stats: Batting average .284; Home runs 630; Runs batted in 1,836; Hits 2,781<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Kid<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc9KJcU4SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tTnoiyhCuLQ/s1600/griffey11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc9KJcU4SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tTnoiyhCuLQ/s320/griffey11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414716262211874" /></a><br />The prince of baseball, Griffey's father played as well. They were able to play at the same time - including a memorable All-Star game in which they hit back-to-back homeruns.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Backwards Hat<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdBOdBnP_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/WFHWH3rHBBA/s1600/griffey13.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdBOdBnP_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/WFHWH3rHBBA/s320/griffey13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478419188284866546" /></a><br />Griffey brought personality to the game, quickly becoming a hero to many young kids, including myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Hero<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdDaeN9tZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XI34ujvUz1w/s1600/griffey14.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdDaeN9tZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XI34ujvUz1w/s320/griffey14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478421593786791314" /></a><br />I tried to find a picture of me young, wearing my Mariners hat or jersey - but this was the only digital one I could find. There I am, young, wearing my Mariners hat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdDfOY633I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_nT-wGNh6i4/s1600/griffey15.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAdDfOY633I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_nT-wGNh6i4/s320/griffey15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478421675437121394" /></a><br />Here I am wearing my Mariners jersey just after after watching Griffey play for the first time in person. The Mitt Romney bobblehead is in jest. I guess it's okay since I'm related to him in a round-about way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Swing<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc-VGIO-8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/F4DbtKFt1hI/s1600/griffey8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc-VGIO-8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/F4DbtKFt1hI/s320/griffey8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478416003862821826" /></a><br />Griffey had one of the prettiest swings in baseball history. The ball would ricochet off his bat like stones from biblical David's sling.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Wall Catch<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc9mxPSKZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SN_YGtqm8UQ/s1600/griffey5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc9mxPSKZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SN_YGtqm8UQ/s320/griffey5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478415207981263250" /></a><br />Griffey's defense was good enough to earn him 10 Gold Glove awards, given annually to the league's best fielder at each position. He made climbing the wall seem like a common occurrence, and was injured one year doing just that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Simpsons<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc8nk3wFvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hX9A-o3RGWA/s1600/griffey10.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc8nk3wFvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hX9A-o3RGWA/s320/griffey10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478414122329577202" /></a><br />“It’s like there’s a party in my mouth and everyone’s invited!” Who can forget the Simpsons baseball episode, starring Griffey as one of the MLB stars?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Slide (after The Double)<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc_aK3q-nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zvqaHxEl-fk/s1600/griffey6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc_aK3q-nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zvqaHxEl-fk/s320/griffey6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478417190546504306" /></a><br />This is the iconic image of Griffey sliding home safely on after the "The Double" hit by Edgar Martínez in the playoffs against the Yankees in 1995 that arguably saved baseball in Seattle(from city relocation).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*****************************************<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Nod<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc_0CFtJPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BvkPKuzSDag/s1600/griffey2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TAc_0CFtJPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BvkPKuzSDag/s320/griffey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478417634866046194" /></a><br />This photo is taken by me. It was shortly after Griffey nodded to me. I wore my Mariners jersey and yelled at him, pleading for attention. It was the first and only time I saw him play in person. He nearly hit a homerun, but the nod was enough for me. It was time for him to retire, and he leaves the game as one of the greatest to wear a uniform.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4541686567487493044?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-86456522984265918332010-06-01T03:49:00.007-06:002010-06-01T04:14:52.368-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TATXz2QQizI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LNvVl9gxvqE/s1600/brucebowenbowtie.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/TATXz2QQizI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LNvVl9gxvqE/s320/brucebowenbowtie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477740332526373682" /></a><br /><br />Man, I hate <a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/bruce_bowen/career_stats.html">Bruce Bowen</a> with a fiery passion. May he feel the wrath of Dante's hell. So seeing him in a bowtie predicting a Celtics win against the Lakers in the NBA Finals forces the phrase "Bruce Bowen in a Bowtie!" into my vernacular. It will reign in the same realm with phrases such as, "Knights of Columbus!" "Hot pot of Colombian grade coffee!" "Have Mercy!" "Aye Carumba!" and "Glenn Beck is a deceptive babbler laughing and crying and psycho-ing himself to the bank."<br /><br />Also, Lakers in 6. KOBE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emptythebench.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/bruce-bowen-dirty.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 584px;" src="http://www.emptythebench.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/bruce-bowen-dirty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8645652298426591833?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-91144281434398734282010-05-27T20:18:00.003-06:002010-05-27T20:22:58.274-06:00Here is two minutes of audio in which I read the short story 'About the Man Who Began Flying After Meeting Her' from Dave Eggers' "How We Are Hungry" <br /><br /><div> <div style="text-align: left; color: #595653; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 5px;"> Discover Simple, Private Sharing at <a href="http://drop.io">Drop.io</a> </div> <object width="400" height="100"> <param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/stlth/static/production/swf/audio_controller.swf"></param> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param> <param name="flashvars" value="song_label=Voice_Message_Tuesday_05_May_06_32AM.mp3&amp;music_track=http://drop.io/download/public/feumi0rc1bmhkyqtycyh/aa97861fe611f716b8e8b5dcee45eec8e0584b38/Asset/5842864/v3/web_preview&amp;autoplay=false"></param> <embed src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/stlth/static/production/swf/audio_controller.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" width="400" height="100" flashvars="song_label=Voice_Message_Tuesday_05_May_06_32AM.mp3&amp;music_track=http://drop.io/download/public/feumi0rc1bmhkyqtycyh/aa97861fe611f716b8e8b5dcee45eec8e0584b38/Asset/5842864/v3/web_preview&amp;autoplay=false"> </embed> </object></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildriverreview.com/images/photo-DaveEggers-BeowulfSheehan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.wildriverreview.com/images/photo-DaveEggers-BeowulfSheehan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-9114428143439873428?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-52406956802400473312010-05-16T11:35:00.002-06:002011-01-02T14:07:35.839-07:00If you have time to chatter<br />Read books<br />If you have time to read<br />Walk into mountain, desert and ocean<br />If you have time to walk<br />Sing Songs and dance<br />If you have time to dance<br />Sit quietly, you Happy Lucky Idiot<br /><br />-- Nanao Sakaki (longtime friend of Allen Ginsberg and Gary Snyder)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S_AvjfnR4GI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8HZ7QkJnpvI/s1600/nanaopoet.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S_AvjfnR4GI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8HZ7QkJnpvI/s200/nanaopoet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471925834083328098" /></a><br /><br />photo by Bill Braasch<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-5240695680240047331?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-70664415797414804942010-05-10T01:32:00.006-06:002010-06-01T04:15:28.789-06:00Click below for a pdf of my travel essay I've been working on for the last little while. Most of it is set a few years back, during a cross-country trip I went on with my older brother Matt. I would like to add more details to it, but time restraints this semester held me to 34 pages.<br /><br /><a href="http://api.ning.com:80/files/pbSGzol9iSKtDoD1b9Md9oKveXiTcE28PRvf*mSk3kfRZYO5KHfzAuPj*n4jcph7e**YK8grA0-9gmIseqnRNMoYelInV6VC/FINALswingandmissTRAVEL.pdf">CLICK HERE FOR Swing and/or Miss essay</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S-e383bdIEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LJSsdRR2oEw/s1600/swingandmissCOVER.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S-e383bdIEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LJSsdRR2oEw/s200/swingandmissCOVER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469542528763895874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7066441579741480494?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-5609217299892278102010-05-07T11:29:00.003-06:002010-05-07T11:36:32.078-06:00Just read this blog post<a href="http://billysothern.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-louisiana-part-of-our-country-or.html"> HERE</a> and felt the need to repost it. It is about <br /><br /><a href="http://billysothern.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-louisiana-part-of-our-country-or.html">"what the Gulf Coast and Louisiana face from this enormous natural disaster and also what Americans face with minimally regulated capitalism. To be clear, powerful corporations are making choices everyday that put our lives at risk and they calculate our suffering into their profit and loss statements and, frequently, it's cheaper to create misery than to spend money preventing it."</a><br /><br />It was written by Billy Sothern, who's<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Down-New-Olreans-Billy-Sothern/dp/0520904265/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1273253558&sr=8-3"> written about New Orleans in book form.</a> He is also a <a href="http://www.thenation.com/authors/billy-sothern">frequent contributor to The Nation.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-560921729989227810?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-41913153098239081922010-05-07T01:05:00.003-06:002011-01-02T14:07:11.776-07:00and so would like to share a poem I enjoyed reading tonight.<br /><br />Helas! <br /><br />TO drift with every passion till my soul <br />Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, <br />Is it for this that I have given away <br />Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?— <br />Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll<br />Scrawled over on some boyish holiday <br />With idle songs for pipe and virelay <br />Which do but mar the secret of the whole. <br />Surely there was a time I might have trod <br />The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance<br />Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God: <br />Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod <br />I did but touch the honey of romance— <br />And must I lose a soul’s inheritance?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-4191315309823908192?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-30915131342266352052010-05-03T22:06:00.006-06:002010-05-03T23:49:38.784-06:00Dear Anonymous,<br /><br />I have an invitation to you, at the end of this post. But first:<br /><br />You've posted three comments in the last few hours. You have something to hide, or else you'd post with your name. If an anonymous commenter wrote a pointless comment on a pointless post (which are the majority on here) it wouldn't matter.<br /><br />These comments were quite pointed though. Personal enough that it might appear as if you know me. But perhaps you've been told who I am by someone else, someone with an axe to grind.<br /><br />Based on previous comments to me on this subject, it seems a different approach is being taken. This narrows out a few people, and I have a few ideas as to who you might be. <br /><br />Plus, the analytic software will be able to give me an even better idea soon.<br /><br />So, I'd like to give you an opportunity to step forward and confess before I find out. You seem so suddenly passionate about this - I'd like to talk with you. I wonder if you'd be willing to hear two sides to a story. You think you have that much class, coward?<br /><br />Explain yourself. We have some things to discuss. If you fail to come forward, then the person you're defending will find these explanations I'd like to have with you more public. These half truths have come too far, so it's about time a few of you get the details you've been left without.<br /><br />Radical honesty will be employed soon. So come along, dear anonymous. Show yourself. And anyone else who needs to be up to speed on both sides of the situation is welcome to join in.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3091513134226635205?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-621273538476616652010-05-01T22:45:00.001-06:002010-05-01T22:58:22.166-06:00Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. <br />–- Buddha.<br /><br />Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools. <br />–- Albert Einstein<br /><br />Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.<br />-- Mark Twain.<br /><br />An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.<br />-- Mahatma Gandhi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-62127353847661665?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-82102330509491018902010-04-30T21:52:00.007-06:002010-04-30T23:28:27.851-06:00Imagine you could say whatever your mind wants say to someone without the person ever knowing its origin. Imagine the things you could say, the jokes you'd be able to tell, the dirt you'd be able to attempt to unearth. Maybe you'd finally get to attempt to ruffle some feathers.<br /><br />My girlfriend Meghan, whimsically, joined the <a href="http://www.formspring.me/">formspring.me</a> ranks. This website allows a user to field questions from an assumed anonymous interrogator. Most questions are mundane and typical of what you'd expect from such a site. Evolutionarily, it is probably a few steps ahead of Ask Jeeves, only with a more personal flavor to it.<br /><br />Meghan was asked a biting question.<br /><br />The content of the "question" at hand that [anonymous] asked was a noodle-armed attempt to discredit the assumed notion that Meghan is a feminist and by extension that I consider myself a feminist. It is laughable at best - some attempted A-HA! to catch Meg and I in our alleged attempts to prove that we are feminists. In brevity, we aren't subscribers to "ists" "isms" "ologies" or any other similar suffixes. We don't purport to be experts in any of these fields. Sure, we've read books, essays, articles on the subjects. Taken classes in college. But what does that mean? Do I also claim to be a Dadaist or an Ethics and Valuesist?<br /><br />Now, it is obvious who asked this question. It is [anonymous]. The problem here isn't so much that [anonymous] is hiding behind the safety net of anonymity. It's that it was asked. It's that [anonymous] thinks it's an honest question. It's that [anonymous]'s grudges and half-truth perspectives have taken its aim on an innocent Meghan. Meghan has not done anything to deserve this treatment. [anonymous]'s consistent irrelevant conclusions make for unfounded causal relations in regards to Meghan. No, she is not standing in between parenthood and me. Perhaps while looking for what is standing in between, [anonymous] ought to save some time and lay their denying eyes in the mirror.<br /><br />Meghan is such a sweet person without ill intentions. Anyone with varying opinion has kaleidoscopically spun reality into false color and light. A world mirroring Meghan's heart would be a better place.<br /><br />Employing the argumentum ad misericordiam fallacy, [anonymous] has an unfortunate kool-aid troupe, where [anonymous]'s affirming the consequent has time and time again fed, for months, building blocks into the foundational logic supporting this situation.<br /><br />Non sequitur ad infinitum. <br /><br />Leave Meghan out of this, [anonymous]. Your focus and attention is in the wrong place. I will defend myself and Meghan when the shots are fired.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8210233050949101890?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-81947169461879270202010-04-26T14:28:00.006-06:002011-01-02T14:06:54.004-07:00Online representational personas are like neutrinos.<br /><br />They're there, miniscule and difficult to detect. The difference is that neutrinos are real.<br /><br />I think sometimes we need to eat reality sandwiches.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"A naked lunch is natural to us,<br /> we eat reality sandwiches.<br />But allegories are so much lettuce.<br /> Don't hide the madness."</span><br /><br />Allen Ginsberg -"On Burroughs' Work" <br />from "The Green Automobile." San Jose, 1954<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8194716946187927020?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-33422727168482747992010-04-13T02:07:00.006-06:002010-06-01T04:16:49.416-06:00The past few years have been full of forced smiles when it comes to the San Francisco Giants. Sure, there have been high points, the obvious one being Tim Lincecum winning two consecutive Cy Young awards in his first two full seasons in the major leagues. But Lincecum -- and his fellow Giants pitchers -- has had little run support from the offense, and the team simply hasn't been winning at all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S8QpXJFLxTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fRYyFLHq5kc/s1600/lincecumkick.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S8QpXJFLxTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fRYyFLHq5kc/s320/lincecumkick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459534125831275826" /></a><br /><br />But this year is bright! This year is golden! The Giants are 6-1 so far, tied for the best record in the entire major leagues. Yes, I'm knocking on wood. But I think the team isn't in a fluke-ish early stretch here -- they took a tough series against the Atlanta Braves. Lincecum fanned 10 batters in that difficult lineup.<br /><br />So yes, it is early to even talk about success or even the postseason. But why become anxious about the upcoming dinner when breakfast is memorable in its own right, deserving of its own praise and enjoyment?<br /><br />Go Giants!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3342272716848274799?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-4580215882072656142010-03-15T23:49:00.007-06:002010-06-01T04:17:11.783-06:00In the summer of 2007, I went on an across-the-united-states road trip with my older brother Matt. He and I had the intention of visiting MLB baseball stadiums and going to as many games as possible in a week and a half. I wanted, and was told, to write about the trip -- my own Kerouac On the Road-ish experience. I took a few notes, wrote a few poems, took a few pictures. But I never actually got around to writing about it.<br /><br />Finally, I'm able to force myself to do it, in large part due to a writing class I'm taking at school this semester. It's an enjoyable paper to write, and will end up around 20 pages long. It's been fun talking to my brother about the trip, looking back at the pictures we took, reading the poems I wrote, etc. I will post little glimpses from the trip on here, as well as some pictures. <br /><br />Here is a picture of the first game we went to, the Yankees versus the Red Sox in Yankee Stadium. The Yankee faithful weren't too happy that I'd decided to wear a Giants jersey.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S58dNFIrsvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AEvmfTzO7Z8/s1600-h/J%26MYankee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/S58dNFIrsvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AEvmfTzO7Z8/s320/J%26MYankee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449106184695689970" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-458021588207265614?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-82908288323447272052010-01-27T13:48:00.005-07:002010-01-27T14:01:36.615-07:00Today, I was able to give a student presentation in my Travel Writing class(instructed by Dr. Scott Abbott and Dr. Jan Wellington). I read a nine page section from David Foster Wallace's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Supposedly-Fun-Thing-Never-Again/dp/0316925284/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">"A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again"</a><br /><br />I think it went over well -- but I always <span style="font-style:italic;">hate</span> reading things in class. I've never had a problem speaking without notes or cue cards in class, but when I end up having to read eight or nine pages, it kind of makes me really nervous for some reason. Throw me in front of a thousand people with just a microphone, and I'm totally fine. But put me in front of 25 people with something to read aloud and I sort of freeze up. At least this is how it feels to me. I always worry that when I have to pause for a breath, I sound like a complete, scared moron. I have no problem in class speaking up, commenting on the readings, etc. Just reading the presentations aloud.<br /><br />Add to that that I was reading my favorite author's work -- and I want everyone to end up as enamored with him as I am. Plus, I was doing it in front of Scott Abbott, certainly one of my favorite instructors ever, and I don't want to look or sound like an imbecile in front of him, because I respect him so much.<br /><br /><a href="http://uvuwanderlust.blogspot.com/2010/01/david-foster-wallaces-supposedly-fun.html">Here is a post I made of the reading on the class blog</a>, and here is a video of the part of the essay I read. It is the second part of the video, which begins at the 10:00 minute mark.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwS5pEfcQNk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwS5pEfcQNk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8290828832344727205?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-72620110152252118342010-01-20T22:47:00.006-07:002010-06-01T04:17:35.152-06:00...<br /><br />So I can't tell if he's telling me to stop... or be cautious... or to follow the signs because with clarity they display that which a person should do without subjectivity.<br /><br />Basically I was extremely confused when my grandfather told me that I should follow the example of a traffic signal light. He also gave me that not-so-subtle downward nod and wink that can only mean that he felt he had shone light from the cosmos upon me and that I was lucky to receive his wisdom, coupled with the fact that he now also believed that I had immediately snap-of-the-fingers understood his grandiose statement. <br /><br />He then went along on his merry way, finishing off his now warm ginger ale on a steady pace towards the loft area where relatives were watching soccer and generally tossing anticipatory canned-laughter inducing non sequitur remarks while I stood transfixed by the mounting discouragement and sheltered ignorance I felt at that moment. <br /><br />I'd asked him a simple question so as to begin what usually turned out to be an impossible conversation, but instead opened a can of worms so foreign and moon-shot distant that I couldn't put my college sophomore-trained mind at ease the rest of the night because I was rug-swept by an octogenarian.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7262011015225211834?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-35644446659139221682010-01-17T22:42:00.003-07:002010-01-17T22:46:34.618-07:002010 Resolutions<br /><br />Here are a few of my resolutions. I have some personal ones that I will not be posting here as well.<br /><br />I will get the obvious one out of the way. I'm going to begin exercising. There is no target weight or figure here. Much of the reasoning stems from my father, who only days ago returned from a ten-day hospital stay(we spent christmas eve and day at the hospital). I've never had a medical condition, emergency or even prescription. But I'd like to keep it that way rather than toe the fine line until a future scare overwhelms me.<br /><br />I do not have health insurance. So, I resolve to either find a job that offers it or find a way towards reasonably-priced health care. My big toe is in dire need of this. And my teeth. Get on it, America. Enough partisan bickering, just make it affordable already.<br /><br />While on the health kick, I am going to begin pescetarianism again. I won't be able to go vegan, and vegetarian isn't right for me right now, so I will do as Kurt Cobain says on <span style="font-style:italic;">Something In The Way</span>, "It's okay to eat fish, cuz they don't have any feelings."<br /><br />I love reading and spend most of my free time doing it. I plan on continuing this trend.<br />I'd like to read National Book Award winning fiction novels(or a good nonfiction N.B.A.). I've read a few of them already, and look forward to being introduced to great writing and authors that I would probably never have stumbled upon. Do I think that the National Book Award is always given to the actual best novel of the year? No. But, it can be assured that any winning novel is worth the read, so that is why I'd like to start this.<br /><br />Read more graphic novels. I've read them here and there. I plan to read or re-read the ones I own, which are: <span style="font-style:italic;">Maus 1</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Logicomix</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">V For Vendetta</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">A People's History of American Empire</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Dark Tower - The Gunslinger Born</span>. Matthew, I still have your copy of <span style="font-style:italic;">The Fountain</span>, and I will return it to you when I finish it. I've had it FOREVER. Sorry.<br /><br />Read classic novels. I somehow managed to make it to this point in my education without reading very many classic novels. My high school experience was a joke as far as learning is concerned; I barely graduated at all(shout out to you, ALLC packets!).<br /><br />Read Stephen King's <span style="font-style:italic;">Dark Tower</span> series. It has been forever since I've read his writing, and I've recently wondered what kind of affect his books would have on me at this point in my life. So I picked up <span style="font-style:italic;">The Gunslinger</span>, the first book in the seven-book series. And since I was so belated in posting this, I've actually already read the first book.<br /><br />Finish my chronological Dostoevsky quest. In 2009 I read <span style="font-style:italic;">Notes From Underground</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;"></span>Crime and Punishment, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Gambler</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">The Idiot</span>. This year I would like to finish by reading <span style="font-style:italic;">Demons</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Adolescent</span>, and of course his magnum opus - the mighty <span style="font-style:italic;">The Brothers Karamazov</span>. Perhaps another quest can be made with the completion of these books - that of pretension and existentialism combined together.<br /><br />I'd like to write as often as possible. I've never had any formal training in writing. The only reasons my writing might have any strength at all are 1. My father is a lawyer. 2. My mother is a librarian. 3. I read a lot of books. That is it. I can't break down a sentence into its different parts, and I sometimes end sentences in prepositional phrases.<br /><br />Write 300 words a day, as varied as possible.<br /><br />Begin writing a children's book.<br /><br />Play chess more often.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure I've forgotten some that I was planning on posting here.<br /><br />Well, that's all, folks. Hold me to them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3564444665913922168?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-37854108251459980222010-01-17T01:39:00.004-07:002010-01-17T22:47:39.295-07:002009. A little late due to many personal dealings I've had. Here is the winding down of the year. Yes, there are things missing or left w/o much detail. Some sentences are short and longing for explanation. Pardon the brevity; I posted this merely for a sampling of my year. These are cliff-noted, not encyclopedic.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jan</span><br />Sundance Film Festival highlight: watching the award-winning "We Live in Public." Obama's inauguration. Regardless of the cliche, I really began to have hope for America and the way it's viewed abroad. I still do. The New Year resolve for change made me feel uneasy about the direction certain aspects of my life were going. I decided to slowly pull myself away from the situation, only to be kept at bay in large part to complex and complicated happenings tied to the situation. Little did I know that halfway through the month, a seemingly miraculous conception occurred. I did not find out for nearly two months.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Feb</span><br />Easily the most influential Valentines day I've ever had. Perhaps if a song were to be written about my 2009, it would be titled "Make and Break a Heart." Meghan and I went all over Prorem, and we ran into probably a dozen people that day. That day I also fixed a sink, scraped a windshield and sent coconut texts. It was like a movie that has so many things going on so soon after each other that it cannot be possible. But it was. After a disaster of a phone, I finally pick up a BlackBerry. Begin the major preparations for upcoming student body election. Attend a journalism conference in San Diego. I am able to instruct a session at the conference, which went well. I once again realize how much I enjoy teaching; I wouldn't mind doing it in the future. I also realize(as I had many times beforehand) how much of a caricature of myself that 'Jack Waters' is. The day after my arrival back home is when the election begins.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Mar</span><br />Feel more accomplished and visionary and hopeful than any other day of my life on the day of the student body election debate. Finally decided that I wanted to live beyond my 26th birthday(long story) and possibly go to school at Cornell, one of my dad's alma maters. Almas mater? Who knows. News told to me by Mel(pregnancy) hours later(after the debate) changed my life entirely. The next day I find out that we lost the election by a few hundred votes. Was not surprised at the outcome. The odds were stacked incredibly high against us. Realize that people don't vote because they don't care; they don't care because it really doesn't matter. Meghan and I become official the day after my birthday, after I explain the pregnancy and adoption plans to her. It was very emotional and heart-wrenching, but we felt good about our progress together. Take a trip to Moab with a few friends, which gave me a new outlook on life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Apr</span><br />End the busiest flurry of activity in my entire life. I went from: a decent amount of school credit hours(15); Editor-in-Chief of the university newspaper; UVU women's basketball and UVU men's baseball announcer; Community Ambassador for an apartment complex(basically an RA with additional duties); Resident Engagement Coordinator for UVU(this tied in the the RA position); running for Student Government at UVU, etc...<br />To: Unemployed and homeless. From endless meetings and interactions and decisions and smiles and et cetera to nothing. It was a jarring halt that knocked the senses out of me. Also this month: I perform poetry with Alex Caldiero(UVU artist in residence) and others in Salt Lake City, and with members of The Astrals(my friends) in Orem. The week before finals, Meghan and I have an impromptu Beat wedding, exchanging vows and verses while our friend Jennie legitimately married us. We did not, however, sign the legal documents required by The Man of the Land. Nonetheless, it was a remarkable and unforgettable ceremony with many in attendance and only a few clued in as to what was going on. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">May</span><br />Move in with Meghan(and Jennifer and Greg). The Great Summer Read-a-Thon and Unemployed-a-Thon commences. We have countless all-nighters fueled by Rockstars, etc. I reeeeeeeeeally needed to unwind. I also needed to pretend I was a Pier 39 seal and just do as close to nothing as possible.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jun</span><br />Read more and more, get part-time job as an Orientation Leader for UVU, giving in-depth tours to incoming freshman. As if I needed to inundate myself any more w/ UVU. It was nice, however, to have the school so empty in the summer. On a retreat with co-workers to Park City, myself and my friends John and Whitney took a walk to use the bathroom. Upon catching back up with the group, a supervisor asked us if we'd smoked marijuana just then. It's funny because he was serious. You had to be there. Sorry. Meet Bob Woodward an investigative journalism conference in Baltimore.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jul</span><br />Read. Attend my first Real Salt Lake soccer game on Pioneer day with Loyd. Play in softball league with high school friends. I can still hit dingers, but never did when Meghan was at a game. I promise, Meg, I really hit the homeruns in the games you missed. Find out that Curb Your Enthusiasm has a Seinfeld season arc planned.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Aug</span><br />Get a 'real' job since my bank account decided to starve itself. Move in with Rob and Najib. This was a much-needed pit stop for me as I wasn't ready or wanting to move home, but it was here that I made a massive mistake that eats at me daily and nightly. Another one of those "Make and Break a Heart" moments. I'd never imagined myself in this situation before since I'd never done it but had had it done to me. I was ashamed. Faced with an upcoming adoption and otherwise famished emotions, I decided to withdraw from the semester of school. Go to the golfing driving range with Najib, Mark and Britnee. Have a blast. Have emotional breakdowns and read books with the words "Madness" and "Suicide" and "Moby Dick" in them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sept</span><br />Finish Infinite Jest for real this time around. I touchdown spike it onto the library floor. Florida State crushes BYU, making me a very happy camper. My friends Torben and Travis screen their documentary(The Sonosopher) and I am blown away. Meghan and I had to leave immediately afterward because of the way it affected us. We did a lot of writing that night. The film has since been entered into the film festival circuit, and will make its rounds. Another friend's documentary screens at the Toronto Film Festival. Find out that adoption won't be happening and the baby will be kept by Mel.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Oct</span><br />Attend Vegan Pot Luck, and I knowingly brought a pigskin football to play with the Vegans. Bob Dylan concert(Second one I've been to). Grady is born, healthy and happy, and she looks like me. Sort of cheer for the Yankees in the World Series, which is really weird for me to do. Spend Halloween with Najib as Captain Jack Sparrow.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nov</span><br />Finish reading the last of David Foster Wallace's books for the year. I had a new year's resolution to read all of his books in 2009(even ones I had already read before), and I did it. It is the first legitimate and difficult new year's resolution I've ever completed. Meghan and I finally make it to the photobooth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Dec</span><br />Michael Jordan does NOT show up to the Utah Flash game. Felt bad for the families. My father nears death, and it scares me senseless. I am still reeling over it. He spent the last 10 days of 2009 in the hospital. Christmas Eve and Christmas day at the hospital with family = unexplainably difficult. It is hard for me to talk about this, that's why I've only told a few about it. I decided to enroll full-time at school again.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">PS...</span><br />I ate a lot of Vanilla Wafers. I drank numerous Powerade Zeros. Meghan and I spent hours on end at bookstores and libraries. With Meghan, I learned the beauty of Sunday in Salt Lake City. We wrote and wrote but wished we'd written more often. We purchase inordinate amounts of books.<br /><br />There are many more things that happened this year, and many details connected to these brief snippets. But this is my nutshell. I don't have the strength for the details. My resolutions(some of them) will be the next post.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-3785410825145998022?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-60638908748557152402010-01-02T16:51:00.000-07:002010-01-02T17:12:19.821-07:002009 was a whirlwind of a year, what with one unbelievable happening after another. <br /><br />There are 2010 resolutions to come after this 2009 wri[ven]ting. They will come in another post in the near future. The 2009 wri[ven]ting is about you. Yes,about you. Or, if it makes you more comfortable, someone you know. Someone you THINK you know. Someone you think you knew. What's new? All that is old. <br /><br />This might end up a bit fragmented. And some of it may not make much sense to you. It could be long. Do I know my role in what I say here? In what happened this year? Absolutely. This will be speaking to a person, people, groups, schools-of-thought, et cetera sometimes in the same sentence. Oh - this was placed on the blog via a Blackberry, so don't worry too much about mistakes. I anticipate a few. <br /><br />Will it make you uncomfortable? Perhaps. Will you see this as anything other than me complaining? Probably not. Isn't this what a blog is for? Why can others complain while I am not permitted? Am I not on your team? Is that why? Perhaps this will be cast aside because of the melodramatic focus of it. It isn't focused where you want it to be focused. But wasn't it that focus that pushed me away? Wasn't it that focus -the concern and caring that was uncomfortable at first? Why was the focus and concern unheard early on, then expected with no memory of the first focus? <br /><br />So is this really a complaint? Isn't this more tactful than what I can REALLY say? Will what I can really say ever be heard? Will what I decide ever be accepted? In this situation, the grass is less-yellow on the other side. <br /><br />Wow, long preface. <br /><br />2009. So many happenings -- but with hardly any questions coming in, many were left without answers; subsequently, many things were just filled in with half-truths and outright facades. I took the heat, but you've got to realize that the decorative kitchen is actually not the kitchen. How can I get out of a fabricated kitchen? Please, read this as a complaint. Please,read this with the this-proves-it-all mindset. Do you understand what I've been through/continue to go through? Can the past, certainly the catalyst of the Now, be wiped free of the certain complicit details that created the End, the Then, the Now? The means, forgotten. A plea to forget, much after the fact(s). Sorrow expected.So many expectations. So few conciliations. <br /><br />I didn't mean for this to be so... sad. <br /><br />Straightforward: does the word dead-beat create a balmy feeling? Is it true? Or is it something to point at, while hiding? Is the truth ever laid bare? Or is it whispered in person in language and emotion never presented otherwise, hidden away? Are you taking this the right way? Are you sure? Is it hidden because it's treasure? Is it treasured because it's hidden? <br /><br />Is the game plan working? Why must it be mapped-out, plotted out in its ups and downs; minutely micro-managed into a finely structured, PR masterpieceof an emotional macrocosm. Minutely micro-managed into a finely structured, PR masterpiece of an emotional macrocosm. Minutely micro-managed into a finely structured, PR masterpiece of an emotional macrocosm. Radical honesty in a going rogue kind of way. <br /><br />Because isn't this all just some PR scheme? Isn't it really? The feel-good facade to get by, join teams and laugh in the light only to curl up in the dark? The sun's light creates shadows. There were apologies and glimpses of light tossed here and there, but there seemed to be hidden earmarks. Total honesty and forgiveness only in exchange for total... something. <br /><br />Does this seem like a complaint? Do you, outward observer, really know what happened? Do you know the facts? Did you check your sources? What are your motives with your sources? It's okay, you were told this and that - it seemed to hold up, so why ask? Just judge. It's more comfortable that way. Enjoy your motive. <br /><br />If you are complaining about the voice or tone in this post, then why has this voice always been silenced. Why has this voice been drowned in the shrugged-shoulder sadness covering up the truth? Why the 'teams,' the'sides,' the schisms? <br /><br />There's this tightrope I've been walking beginning in and continuing past 2009 with thin ice on either side I walk towards. <br /><br />Do you really know the truth? Do you really understand this torment, this unendurable anguish? Do you really enjoy the comfort you've created? The stories concocted? The rationalizations and clean-slated causations? And as far as enemies go, they are unnecessary. <br /><br />Yes, I see the pain in your heart. I see the joy in your arms. <br /><br />How does it feel? <br /><br />[Look, I just needed to say this. I needed to. Read it how you will, pick itapart how you will. 2009 wasn't completely melancholy. I will write thehappy 2009 post soon. I'm sure this will fuel some more hatred.]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-6063890874855715240?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-20745678074823590752009-11-09T11:55:00.004-07:002010-06-01T04:18:04.987-06:00approaching a certain mtn a bird<br />shifted its glance towards the construction<br />of a new development on the<br />foothills of its usual bird's-eye view below.<br />communicating to its feathered<br />comrade, the bird explained that yes, the<br />high-societal humans sure <br />knew how to clutter <br />the view with awkward intangibilities and<br />commodities in stasis. "just fly," <br />he told his bird friend in regards <br />to the humans. "just fly and stop <br />settling. it gets on the nerves of others."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-2074567807482359075?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-74067438318441148452009-10-21T23:57:00.000-06:002009-10-22T00:02:10.511-06:00Remember when you were young,<br />you shone like the sun<br />Shine on you crazy diamond. <br />Now there's a look in your eyes,<br />like black holes in the sky<br />Shine on you crazy diamond<br />You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,<br />blown on the steel breeze. <br />Come on you target for faraway laughter,<br />come on you stranger,<br />you legend,<br />you martyr, and shine!<br />You reached for the secret too soon,<br />you cried for the moon.<br />Shine on you crazy diamond.<br />Threatened by shadows at night, <br />and exposed in the light.<br />Shine on you crazy diamond.<br />Well you wore out your welcome<br />with random precision,<br />rode on the steel breeze.<br />Come on you raver, <br />you seer of visions, <br />come on you painter, <br />you piper, you prisoner, <br />and shine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7406743831844114845?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-57164775608926925952009-09-13T18:19:00.001-06:002009-09-13T18:31:01.107-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sq2ML9UoclI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3UndrpOCEXg/s1600-h/intheeventofmyDemise.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sq2ML9UoclI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3UndrpOCEXg/s320/intheeventofmyDemise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381111266845160018" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-5716477560892692595?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-77763645801896499782009-09-11T12:40:00.003-06:002009-09-11T12:49:57.153-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/david-foster-wallace-5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 471px;" src="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/david-foster-wallace-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://drop.io/davidfosterwallace911essay">Click below to listen to David Foster Wallace read his essay "A View From Mrs. Thompson's" --</a> which is based on where he was on 9-11 and the day after. It is wonderfully written, and it is around 25 minutes long. Well worth the listen. The last two-thirds of the piece are excellent. <br /><br />The essay is <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/23055650/the_view_from_mrs_thompsons">originally from Rolling Stone</a> and is also featured in his <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Consider-Lobster-David-Foster-Wallace/dp/0316013323/ref=ed_oe_p">collection of essays entitled "Consider the Lobster," which I can't recommend enough.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://drop.io/davidfosterwallace911essay">Click below for the essay. Enjoy.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://drop.io/davidfosterwallace911essay">http://drop.io/davidfosterwallace911essay</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7776364580189649978?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-72194821220922352372009-08-18T01:35:00.000-06:002009-08-18T01:36:13.726-06:00<object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='320' height='305' id='embeddedplayer'><param name='movie' value='http://gannett.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/gannett-detroit-freep-008-pub01-live/current/immersiveplayer/immersive/client/embedded/embedded.swf'/><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'/><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'/><param name='scale' value='noscale'/><param name='salign' value='LT'/><param name='bgcolor' value='#000000'/><param name='wmode' value='window'/><param name='FlashVars' value='playerId=immersiveplayer&referralObject=1201094745&referralPlaylistId=search&adServerBasePath=http://gannett.gcion.com/adrawdata/.0/5111.1/473983/0/0/header=yes;cc=2;cookie=info;alias=&adPositionId=Video_prestream&adSiteId=mi-detroit.freep.com/&gpaperCode=gpaper204,gntbcstglobal&marketName=Freep.com&division=newspaper&pageContentCategory=videonetwork&pageContentSubcategory=videonetwork'/></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7219482122092235237?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-21221703383163292442009-08-12T22:17:00.001-06:002009-08-12T22:20:34.785-06:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNwnMGpW90&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNwnMGpW90&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-2122170338316329244?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-50204032204959020392009-08-01T17:58:00.001-06:002010-07-31T18:02:06.466-06:00For whatever reason -- valid or otherwise assumptive -- I tend to hear about others reacting quite charged over me -- in positive and negative ways. Many of these instances are communicated to me directly. Some days, I am showered with compliments and complaints almost in the same breath; such polarity leads me to feel that I can't reasonably believe any of it to be true. Controversial/refreshing; creative/crazy; charming/brown nosing; smart/snobby or sly; funny/annoying; lazy/contemplative; flirtatious/pleasant; stable/all over the place; cheerful/unpleasant. Sure, not all of these are opposites per se, but they represent a portion of the comments that I receive frequently from people for/against my actions/words/inactions/thoughts/etc.<br />"Jack, you are so _____....." One mad-lib after another, seemingly piecing together my supposed identity. At times(most) I don't really feel like "me," but rather I feel like "Jack Waters" -- some caricature of myself as visualized by those perceptions for/against me or "me." Either/or. Sometimes both. Love/hate. It's really weird to hear that people have deep-rooted, all-consuming hatred for you, or vice versa. Can the opposites truly exist together? The psychological yin-yang?<br />I'm sure a lot of this stems from me carrying on daily in action/thought according to my own "ways," which usually differ from the way many others would act or want me to act. Not so much in the go-against-the-grain type ways just to do the opposite of something, but that I will usually react to social, professional or other situations in a way I feel is necessary at that particular time. I am not very premeditated -- that is almost certain. I am very reactive when it comes to situations. It's not always the same reaction to be counted on, even when a similar situation is at hand. Sometimes I'll throw a joke in. Sometimes I'll be silent for hours. Sometimes I'll intersperse superfluous, weighty words into casual conversation just to see if I can make it, well, seem casual. I've lived with roommates (recently, as in 2008-09) for multiple months without them knowing about my supposed diabolically-dynamic personality. They thought I was a shut-in, shy and repressive with a small social circle. If there were to be a documentary of sorts containing descriptions of me from associates, friends and family, I'm sure it would seem like a discussion of multiple people. Am I true to myself? Am I fake? Am I a constant cry-out for attention?<br />I don't need to go into everything I do. In fact, I don't even know why I am writing this. It isn't really a sob story, a tap on the back or anything at all other than thoughts constantly on my mind.<br />I really don't know who or what I am, and perhaps therein lies the problem. I know that I fuel certain feelings pro/con towards me for my actions. Maybe I paid note-taking and act-like-this attention to 2pac's adage from his role as Bishop in "Juice" --- "you're right. I am crazy. And you know what else? I don't give a f***." Do I care what people think or not? Who knows. Probably both. To give a f***, or not to give a f***, that is the question.<br />.......<br />{{{{{I began this post with an angle in mind -- and even entitled it "Flavored echoes and the surfaced charade" before I wrote a thing. I went into different territory, so perhaps I will touch on the subjects I initially planned on next time.}}}}}<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-5020403220495902039?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-6045592861791876852009-07-21T12:15:00.002-06:002009-07-21T12:21:57.423-06:00Thom Yorke performed this new Radiohead song, "The Present Tense" at the Latitude Festival held on July 19, 2009.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmbg3Z0x6jQ&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmbg3Z0x6jQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />via <a href="http://tdamcbigity.blogspot.com/2009/07/present-tense.html">Tod's "Still Water" blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-604559286179187685?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-82081396312104946662009-06-25T16:45:00.011-06:002009-06-26T15:33:07.458-06:00Well, first a 70s icon died today, and then an 80s icon. I wonder if a 90s is next.<br /><br />R.I.P. Michael Jackson. He was 50.<br /><br />In the last few days, was rehearsing for his return to concert performances at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. He was found at his home without a pulse.<br /><br />I was online while it all happened, and as news rushed in - I realized that this may be the quickest that an unexpected event has spread across the world about anything in history, including the 9-11 attacks, due to technological arenas unavailable during 9-11.<br /><br />That is all for now. Just a few thoughts. I really like his music. My friend and I used to act out MJ music videos. R.I.P. Michael.<br /><br />Poet/Writer/Actor/Artist Saul Williams gave his thanks via Twitter, "I received a Michael Jackson scholarship from the 25 million he gave UNCF for performing arts students. Thank you Michael Jackson for inspiring & funding my dreams & education."<br /><br />Rev. Al Sharpton said, "Michael Jackson learned to create even beyond his own shortcomings. Michael Jackson was a trailblazer, an historic figure. He enabled a culture to accept a person of color. It wasn't Tiger Woods, it wasn't Barack Obama. It was Michael Jackson"<br /><br />Here is a video clip, arguably the moment that cemented Jackson as the King of Pop. He also premiered his famous moonwalk here.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VASYhabHkM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VASYhabHkM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Lisa Marie Presley said, "I am completely shocked and saddened. My heart goes out to his children and his family."<br /><br />Quincy Jones released a statement on his death, which included, "He was a consumate entertainer.... I've lost my little brother, and part of my soul has gone with him."<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5O61yKkdr4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5O61yKkdr4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/SkQEEcdprdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r6tT2OBKh7M/s1600-h/michael_jacksonrip.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/SkQEEcdprdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r6tT2OBKh7M/s400/michael_jacksonrip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351406731629538770" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-8208139631210494666?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-11560551882316438442009-06-23T18:55:00.003-06:002009-06-23T21:50:05.265-06:00This summer, I decided to join somwhere between 4 and 12 book reading groups. Some have worked out, some haven't. But I have found one now that I am hell-bent on sticking to no matter what. It is a worldwide book club reading the late David Foster Wallace's magnum opus, <span style="font-style:italic;">Infinite Jest</span>.<br /><br />I will try to keep a blog throughout the reading process, found here at <a href="http://infinitejack.blogspot.com/">http://infinitejack.blogspot.com/</a> I transformed one of my old dusty blogs into Infinite Jack, which explains the old blog posts.<br /><br />Those familiar with this novel are aware of its sheer girth. It is a pyramidian blackhole of text -- the story enveloping on itself and multiplying much like the brooms on Fantasia - once they are subdued, they double in size ad infinitum.<br /><br />In other words, it ain't easy to read, at 1079 pages.<br /><br />But as a group, now with just under 500 members, we are planning on reading the novel in 92 days, a little more than 10 pages a day. It's entirely manageable. I am stoked to be a part of the group, and invite you to join in. Last night was my first night reading, so it will not be difficult to catch up.<br /><br />Click here for more information. <a href="http://infinitesummer.org">http://infinitesummer.org</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.walrusmagazine.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/5x_infsum_bookmark.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 374px;" src="http://www.walrusmagazine.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/5x_infsum_bookmark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-1156055188231643844?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-79052659070088062262009-05-15T11:13:00.007-06:002009-05-15T11:56:47.859-06:00Thus is the new battle cry for the Republican Party, or it at least seems to be the only viable option for them now.<br /><br />The R. Party has lost a presidential election, any sort of balance in the Senate, and - far more chilling - its reputation. Thanks to the likes of Dick Cheney, W. Bush, Rush Limbaugh, Michael Savage, Sean Hannity and Glenn Beck, the R. Party has suffocated itself with divisive rhetoric and inhumane justifications for actions. While the aforementioned caricatures of human beings will spend the next few years whining about communism this and socialism that, there seems to be a movement (of sorts) within the R. Party.<br /><br />The one that sticks out the most to me(the other would be "center-moving" R's like Jon Hunstman Jr.), is the Libertarian-leaning Republican branch of the party. You know, those Ayn Rand-reading, Ron Paul-revolutionist friends that are always talking to you about taxes and the federal reserve and the failing dollar bill, etc.<br /><br />Well, luckily for our constitutionalistic comrades, they can combine their favorite forces, Ayn <b>Rand</b> and Ron <b>Paul</b>. That's right liberty lovers, <b>Rand Paul</b>. Dr. Rand Paul that is, and yes - he is Ron Paul's son.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sg2rPQWmtOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/m4Rd_dIFWEQ/s1600-h/Rand_Paul.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sg2rPQWmtOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/m4Rd_dIFWEQ/s400/Rand_Paul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336109412080071906" /></a><br /><br />Rand Paul worked on his father's campaign and has recently set up an exploratory committee for a <a href="http://www.randpaul2010.com/">run for the Senate in the state of Kentucky.</a><br /><br />Here is the significance of this run. Republicans have been blamed (with good reason) for the economy, the war, torture, etc. The 2010 election cycle will be very instrumental in the Republican Party's chances in the 2012 election against Obama. Incumbents will have more difficulty than usual(which has always heavily weighed to the benefit of incumbency, minus scandals) in these elections. <br /><br />It will be the fresh faces of the 2010 election cycle that will reinvigorate the R. Party. Sure, the Romney's and Palin's etc will get the headlines now with likely 2012 bids. But the new 2010 faces will be able to say, "I can't be blamed for the crises that have occurred the last few years." They will rally with this new interpretive message of *gasp* CHANGE, and attempt a run against Obama in 2012. This will come from Governors, Senators, and House members. And I would say that Rand Paul will be a frontrunner among them, as his<a href="http://www.randpaul2010.com/issues/"> platforms on taxes and debt, inflation and bailouts </a>ought to ring popular in the ears of the disenfranchised Republican constituencies. Of course, he has to win in Kentucky first.<br /><br />The final paragraph on his campaign Web site states, "Rand Paul is a career doctor, not a politician. His entrance into politics is indicative of his life’s work: a desire to diagnose problems, and provide practical solutions."<br /><br />Here is a video from MSNBC's the Rachel Maddow show in which Rand Paul announces his candidacy. That starts around the 3 minute mark.<br /><div><iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/30754200#30754200" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;">Visit msnbc.com for <a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com">Breaking News</a>, <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;">World News</a>, and <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;">News about the Economy</a></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-7905265907008806226?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-9499129630625435522009-05-12T16:55:00.006-06:002009-05-12T17:27:42.872-06:00"Time to rock and roll!" said Utah's Attorney General Mark Shurtleff in an inadvertent message to all of<a href="http://twitter.com/MarkShurtleff"> his Twitter followers</a> which described his intentions to run for Senator against Sen. Bob Bennett in 2010.<br /><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/MarkShurtleff">AG Shurtleff </a>had better practice his social networking skills soon, or else he might spill secrets to his constituency that he'd not like them to read.<br /><br />The news wasn't completely out of the blue as speculation concerning his possible run had made the rumor mill rounds.<br /><br />Here is a screen capture I took after he had removed the tweets from his page. Nothing, AG Shurtleff, is ever lost online once posted.<br /><br />After he realized the mistake, he tweeted this, "No, I just realized that I was responding to a text from [Ben]. I'm going to pull it off immediately... Take down my last reply to Ben Cannati too. His tweets to me say "direct from Ben, so I thought my reply would go directly back just to him."<br /><br />Realizing the immediacy of communication and a few people (myself included) making screen captures of the exchange, Shurtleff had a slight sense of humor about the situation, tweeting "Thinking of "texting while drowsy" law after private 1AM tweet went public. Formal announcement on 5/20 about senate race and tweeting plans"<br /><br />Here is the screen capture of the <a href="http://twitter.com/MarkShurtleff">Twitter updates:</a> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/SgoDkuUNUZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ljZw8PvSf2E/s1600-h/shurtleffmistake.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/SgoDkuUNUZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ljZw8PvSf2E/s400/shurtleffmistake.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335080638016737682" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-949912963062543552?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-1916742173340687192009-05-03T13:24:00.006-06:002011-01-02T14:04:37.272-07:00Click image to read<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sf3vhZqIlUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rssRJSlOMKA/s1600-h/truthsheep.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sf3vhZqIlUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rssRJSlOMKA/s400/truthsheep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331680890978866498" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-191674217334068719?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-24316450355784705032009-04-16T01:43:00.002-06:002009-04-16T01:59:09.840-06:00Yesterday, Arthur Laffer (Reaganomics) came to campus, and though the topic advertised for the event was "are we heading for another Great Depression," Laffer just gave a history lesson through his lens. In sum, he compared JFK to George W. Bush. He buttered up Bill Clinton as a president but knocked him down as a human being. He did the opposite about Obama - buttered him up as a human being but knocking him as our president. He also talked about "bad guys" in the middle east in charge of "all our oil." <br /><br />Then came the Q&A session, and my question to Mr. Laffer was in regards to the first part of the clip below. In it, a man named Peter Schiff(economic commentator, author and president of Euro Pacific Capital) predicts the economic crisis of 2008. Laffer flat out denies his prediction, and bets him on it. Sure hindsight is 20/20, but Laffer really looks like an idiot, much like he did today at school. He knew where my question was heading, as he had been asked this question before, even by the likes of Bill Maher on his show. The clip below has both the exchange between Laffer and Schiff, and Laffer and Maher.<br /><br />Laffer, you were owned twice. Now go worship your statue of Ronnie Reagan.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BND3F1KfZ0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BND3F1KfZ0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-2431645035578470503?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-18312474307367872902009-04-06T12:32:00.004-06:002009-04-06T17:02:05.168-06:00Dan Meth is great, I have <a href="http://cleverlyeleanor.blogspot.com/2009/04/meth-minute.html">recently found out</a>. <a href="http://danmeth.com/post/93467889/happy-birthday-if-you-were-born-on-april-6th-i">And today is his birthday.</a><br /><br />Here is an old, yet timely piece. Here is the title, and Dan's description about it. Syd Barrett was the original lead singer in Pink Floyd, by the way.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Syd Barrett Visits His Accountant</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It’s that magical time of the year: Tax season. Here’s what happens when the most psychedelic man on earth is forced to do the most boring activity ever.</span> <br /><br /><object width="400" height="302"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1561199&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1561199&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/1561199">Syd Barrett Visits His Accountant</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/danmeth">Dan Meth</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br />Thanks <a href="http://cleverlyeleanor.blogspot.com/">Lmnop</a> for the <a href="http://cleverlyeleanor.blogspot.com/2009/04/meth-minute.html">heads up on <span style="font-style:italic;">The Meth Minute</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-1831247430736787290?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-66745508727496434742009-04-02T13:28:00.003-06:002009-04-02T13:37:24.154-06:00Some of you are familiar with Amir, the glasses-wearing contributor to College Humor. Most of you are familiar with me, the 20/20 eye-vision contributor to Opinuendo.<br /><br />Amir, in his audacity, has stolen my shtick. Or rather, has a caffeine-free diet version of my shtick. This video isn't that funny, so start it out a little before the 1:06 mark(where the offense is at). You will then see what Amir has done. Or, attempted to have done. I, my friends, put Amir to shame.<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1906130&fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360" ><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"/><param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1906130&fullscreen=1"/><embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1906130&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowScriptAccess="always"></embed></object><div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;">See more <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos">funny videos</a> and <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures">funny pictures</a> at <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/">CollegeHumor</a>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206299545934672417-6674550872749643474?l=mercyrhymeswithcontroversy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jack W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08145238245760290309noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206299545934672417.post-51759239609627692492009-03-28T22:52:00.005-06:002009-03-28T23:28:47.436-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sc7_JFc3z8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l1K0y7AqXUY/s1600-h/biglovefinal.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WVcBhchWlXk/Sc7_JFc3z8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l1K0y7AqXUY/s320/biglovefinal.jpg" bord