Showing posts with label bad days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad days. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Pardon My Melodrama

I've just a had really awful time of it the last 5 days and when I throw myself pity parties (and no ones invited! i cry alone) i tend to think of this poem by Dorothy Parker; it always speaks to me, except for the last line- I can't do love.

"Symptom Recital"

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.
Oh Ms. Parker- I do love you.

Prince- The Ballad of Dorothy Parker [mp3]
The Real Tuesday Weld- Dorothy Parker Blue [mp3]

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A Literal LOL

This actually made me laugh out loud, something which was exceedingly difficult today and that i thought might be impossible.

Brief setup: David, son to be internet superstar, just went to the dentist to hvae a tooth pulled and hilarity ensues


Ha! I mean, poor poor kid; in 15 years he's going to have to pay for that kind of high.

PJ Harvey- When Under Ether [mp3]

P.S. I love how words uttered the influence of pain meds can sometimes seem so profound. Y'know like the last words of Dutch Schultz; they're a bizarre and thus beautiful read

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Still "Coping"

Dreams die hard.



But I was thinking about it, trying to be positive and not look back in anger and,...Well at least because of John important issues are actually being discussed in this campaign, even if they are often times obscured by the bickering, the “idea of history” and identity politics.

I just wish I knew who to vote for on Tuesday. I would say I’m supporting Hillary but everything I touch seems to turn to mud.

And have you ever thought that somehow you’re powerful and that you can effect and influence things that you know you can’t? because somehow I feel really guilty for a moment of disbelief last night, maybe while I was sleeping but I was actually thinking about when I should on facebook become a supporter of Hillary and I was thinking about doing it after California but remembered that California was on the same date as so many other primaries and at the last moment, in my thoughts I unknowingly betrayed John.

Sigh, sigh


"John Edwards' bold ideas have shaped the debate in this election. Whether it’s creating universal health care or halting global warming, ending poverty or ending the war in Iraq and restoring America’s moral leadership around the world, John has led with the boldest and most comprehensive plans for overcoming the challenges we face today.

John is the one candidate willing to speak the truth about what’s going on in Washington: big corporations and special interests have taken over our government and taken the power away from the American people. And he knows there’s only one way to get it back: to stand up, take them on, and beat them.

John is ready for this fight – because fighting special interests on behalf of regular, hard-working Americans is what he’s been doing his entire life.
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In America, everyone should have a fair opportunity to realize their dreams, no matter where they came from. John Edwards is running for president to build One America where every American can work hard and build a better life, the same opportunity that Edwards had.
"

someday I hope there will be an America like that

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The Dream is Over

What a way to wake up this morning:
John Edwards to Drop Out of Presidential Race Today
I knew he had almost no chance but still....it's a bad day for the future.
The night of I think South Carolina I remember something that Donna Brazile said how John was running a "rich campaign" on like a poor man's budget because his issues that he's fighting for are so real and urgent and important, it's a idea rich campaign but he just couldn't compete in the face of intense media apathy and the notion of voting for history.
From an e-mail he sent out on the 27th of this month


Dear Jacqueline,

From the very beginning, our campaign has been about one central thing: giving voice to millions of Americans who have absolutely no voice in our democracy.

If you are worried about your health care or, like 47 million other Americans you have no health care, your voice will be heard in this campaign.

If you're one of 37 million Americans who wake up every single day, worried about how to feed and clothe your children and living in poverty, your voice will be heard in America -- and it will be heard in this campaign and we will speak and fight for you.

If you're worried about being able to pay for your child to be able to go to college and being able to pay for tuition and books, your voice will be heard in this campaign -- and it will be heard in America.

If you're one of the forgotten middle class, working and struggling just to pay your bills, worrying every single day about what may be around the corner, we will give you a voice in this campaign.

And if you're one of the extraordinary men and women who have worn the uniform of the United States with pride and honor and served this country patriotically, and you're not getting the health care you need or deserve, your voice will be heard in this campaign. If you're one of the 200,000 veterans living in America who every night go to sleep under bridges, in shelters or on heating grates, your voice will be heard in America.

That's why this campaign moves on to February 5 and "Super Tuesday" when millions of Americans will cast their vote and help shape the future of the Democratic Party and, most importantly, help shape the future of America.

Thank you for standing with me as, together, we take this campaign to the Democratic Convention, to the nomination -- and then to the White House.

Your support as we move forward means that the voices of millions of voiceless Americans will be heard.

Sincerely,

John Edwards



sigh, I'll love you forever John and follow wherever you lead


The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You'll just have to carry on
The dream is over

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Goodbye Iowa*

I'm glad I didn't write last night as the results were coming in or afterwards after I cried some (shut up) and then had a planned a brutla and vicious rant against Iowa and democracy and the moronity of voters and how the elction ager for Preisdent should be raised to 30 and I'm glad I didn't write when I first got up this morning where I was going to discount Iowa and point out how Bill Clinton came in like 3rd there and I'd end up sounding like I had a plate of sour grapes.
But now that I'm calmed down (a little) I "suppose" it's remarkable and esteemable that John who was outspent like 6 to 1 came in second
so Thank You Iowa*


(though we really needed that one and I feel like this commentor right now "But I feel like a failure right about now.It's really, really frustrating to have the most electable, most substantive, most intelligent candidate get swamped by a bunch of people who treat such a serious decision like a rock concert."
I guess we have to work harder for America and for John because I still love that man)

*bastards

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Monday, December 17, 2007

Did You Have a Bad Day?

Well at least your day wasn't as bad as Jerry's


or Kevin's

and of course no matter how bad your day may seem just remember it can never be as bad as Alexander and his Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad one.

From the creative collective mind of Derrick (including "the black guy" Donald Glover who writes for 30 Rock. Since he did go to Tisch I'm thinking he's more Toofer than Tracey. Either way he's funny)

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Wisdom That Comes With Age

Three Dukies over at The Blue Zone (great name,btw) recently wrote a post entitled "Why People Hate Duke Basketball-Part 1" focusing on a "fan" at the Michigan game. In it they decry his media whoring, and according to their description (i didn't see him as I was watching on tv, but I was also washing my hair) it was a pretty egregious violation

"Did he do it to watch the game? No. Not even close. Did he wear a bright orange t-shirt so he could be more recognizable on television? You know it. He waved at the camera and jumped around every time the ball was in front of him. He talked on his cell phone, presumably to his super-proud mother, as she watched her son make an ass of himself on national television.

To top it off, when a group of casual fans (OK, the editors of TBZ and their friends) called this kid out for his media-whore behavior, he had the audacity to make a "T" symbol with his hands and follow it up with an even more douchebaggy "V" symbol. Not only was he acting like a complete sellout, but he was proud of it."


I think it's a general rule that upperclassmen find freshmen as a whole and generally really annoying. But in their description I recognized that what that kid was doing was basically what like 40% (i want to give us more credit) of Dukies have done at some point, though not as annoying and obviously as that guy. Last year when I got tired or incredible squishing and moved over to the White (non tv side) I would alwasy notice some kid in a mustard yellow jacket. And it would always annoy me and piss me off all 4 years that pregame whenever the camera would pan the Crazies that so many people would get all super excited and scream and flash their "We're #1" finger, only to go back to being quiet as soon as the cameras were off (I have a similar minded group of friends who were pissed at this as well.)
And so to be honest as much as media whores angered me, in the picture posted on The Blue Zone there was a far more unforgivable sin happening, namely the girl who was holding up a sign during game action, which is so unacceptable it's sickening (but not nearly as bad as a guy who opened up an umbrella inside during the Carolina game...leading to a Carolina come back that we barely held off 71-70 when JJ stepped out in front of Rashad McCants on UNC's Long Beach play, forcing Raymond Felton to throw the ball out of bounds. I'll never forget that.) The whole point of the game is the game, it's not your clever sign. Signs and costumes are fun and fine, but they are mostly for pregame or halftime, to hold up when the opposing team is near you, or during time outs to mock the other team and its fans. When the ball is actually in play blocking someone's view in Cameron with a sign should be an excommunicable offence.

And as much as I love Cameron (i'm trying to find a way to sneak into the Duke-Carolina game, and I plan on naming one of my kids Cameron as well) I for the most part dissapointed in the deteriorating of our chants and cheers as I went through my 4 years. At times of course they would be amazing (or like my freshmen year when we chanted at the St. John's game "Fire Jarvis" leading to K staring us down angrily, kinda newsworthy) but Cameron just seemed tog row tamer and tamer with most everything being what I called the "roll call" (chanting a player's name followed by 5 claps) or the same tired cheers, including the speeding up of "Let's Go Duke" so that chant which can be so powerful, ends up lasting like 5 seconds before being fast forwarded out of articulation. I mean back in the day, when the Crazies actually earned the title of Cameron Crazies they were making fun of a guy who's parents had both died (I'll admit I tried to get this cheer going against Chris Paul- "How's Your Granddad? He's still Dead") or being allowed to make fun of the other team's fuck up K has cutlitvaed a friendly Cameron where we are to generically support our team while using tame and inoffensive things against the other (at the Maryland game last year me and some friends tried to get a chant for DJ Strawberry "Pass-the-Rock" referring to both the ball and crack, for his dad, it seemed many people were scared to join in.) Of course my friends and I are assholes, we had a fantasy of sitting in the grad student section and injecting a syringe full of AIDS into an opposing player, to make teams fear coming into our house.

And so in order to be constructive and not seem so "back in my day" and old, here are a few chants I have for some of our team this year:

  • Gerald Henderson: G-Love (repeated in the manner of the Landlord chant)
  • Greg Paulus (who I always referred to as Special Sauce when he was teamed with Josh "Big Mac" McRoberts, and especially when teamed with G-Love): from the G.Love and Special Sauce song " My baby's got sauce/ Your baby ain't sweet like mine"
  • Jon Scheyer (one of my jewish friends came up with this one): John-ny Sche-yer MA-ZEL TOV"
  • for Zoubek (because when the Crazies started throwing up a Z for Zoubek it looked like a gang sign, and because he's far from it): Zou-bek's gang-sta clap,clap,clap,clap,clap
  • I'm trying to do something for Kyle Singler referring to Cingular being the New AT&T
  • Demarcus has his D-Marc chant (which is simple and effective)
  • for Taylor King (taken from Harry Potter so everyone would get it): Taylor can sink anything, He never misses with his flings, That's why Dukies all will sing, Taylor is our King!
  • and for Nolan Smith, the theme from Rawhide: Nolan Nolan Nolan/Keep movin', movin', movin',/Though the [insert opposition’s name here] are disapprovin'/Keep them Dukies movin'/RAWHIDE (i guess that can be replaced by Go Duke!)
  • or just a generic "We're Duke. You're not." chant. they'll understand what's being said (or replace "not" with "dumb" or some other pejorative.

I don't know, I just love the alma mater, Duke (dear ol') and I just want Cameron Indoor Stadium to be full of obnoxious kids chanting offensive things or smart things (that we assume the other school wouldn't understand) to show off our intelligence and arrogance and smugness. Everyone hates Duke anyway, I just hope this generation gives them a real reason for it besides our fans being a little overrated now*


*though the Cameron Crazies are still better than any other student section in the country and are the closest thing to those masters of cheering and heckling, European Soccer Fans, that America has.

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Monday, October 1, 2007

Kind Of What My Mind Feels Like Right Now


Joan MirĂ³. Harlequin's Carnival. 1924-25. Oil on canvas. 66 x 93 cm. Albright-Knox Art Gallery

"Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that man would go away."
Hughes Mearns (1875-1965)


you gotta love your family. the only people in your life who can constantly and consistently make you feel horrible. and of course you can never say goodbye

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Friday, September 21, 2007

A Song I Wish I Could've Written

because this is what I'm feeling right now.
Yeah I haven't been having the best couple of days lately, and the cold in the air is probably beginning to affect me but maybe it's why this song sums up how I feel right now, except for the true love part- I've never had one. If I'm ever able to write anything half as good as this I could gladly die.
Anyway it is a most beautiful song by Janis Ian, a song whose title I'm sure must have been inspired by the movie:

Tea & Sympathy

I don't want to ride the milk train anymore
I'll go to bed at nine and waken with the dawn
And lunch at half past noon and dinner prompt at five
The comfort of a few old friends long past their prime

Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone
We'll drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won
It's a long, long time 'til morning plays wasted on the dawn
And I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone

When the guests have gone, I'll tidy up the rooms
And turn the covers down, and gazing at the moon
Will pray to go quite mad and live in long ago
When you and I were one, so very long ago

Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone
We'll drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won
It's a long, long time 'til morning plays wasted on the dawn
And I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone

When I have no dreams to give you anymore
I'll light a blazing fire and wait within the door
And throw my life away, "I wonder why?" they all will say
And now I lay me down to sleep, forever and a day

Pass the tea and sympathy, for the good old days are dead
Let's drink a toast to those who best survived the life they've led
It's a long, long time 'til morning, so build your fires high
Now I lay me down to sleep, forever by your side.


lyrics from Janis Ian.com

Janis Ian- Tea & Sympathy (mp3) buy Between the Lines

(second in an occasional series)

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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Your Stuck in my Head Song of the Day

Today's been kind of a weird day and as usual my emotions have been all over the place and right now I'm hating my family and am rather sad yada yada bitch yada whine (and now in actual shocking news Chris Crocker is a top. Wow that surprised me a lot; who knew?) All in all I wish it were Friday.

But on with the show and today this song has been in my head since about the time I woke up this morning. It is from Andrew Bird and the name of the song is Sovay. The wordplay in this song is pretty sweet and very literate so I am equal parts impressed and jealous. I don't know actually what the song is about, but if I were to venture a guess just based on the lyrics it seems to be an anti-war anthem, with some of the imagery referencing that famous bombing scene in Apocalypse Now, though Sovay originally meant a folk ballad about a young woman who dresses as a highwaymen to test her lover, so who knows what I know. But no matter how ignorant or dumb I am it is still a great song by a phenomenal artist Andrew Bird. So here's Your Stuck in My Head Song of the Day- Andrew Bird's Sovay

Andrew Bird- Sovay (mp3)

good night, good night.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

6 Years Ago Today

In some ways it seems like it was maybe last week though I know it was a long time ago and I've lived lifetimes since that morning. (and don't worry this will be kind of quick)
I always hear old people (people of a certain age) talk about knowing exactly where they were when Kennedy was shot (back and to the left) and the 11th of September is one of those days for us. I was in bed, it was around 6 in the morning and my radio alarm went off and started playing the Howard Stern show (I was young, sorry) and I heard him talking about the attacks. I didn't know if it was a "bit" but after lying in bed for about half an hour and hearing the reality of their anger and sorrow in their voices I got up and saw it on every channel, including like Bravo and ESPN, the BBC and everything in between and I yada yada yada was just like everyone else. I remember seeing the aftermath of the second tower falling and the cloud of smoking billowing through the canyons of the buildings in Manhattan and seeing people dressed for work fleeing and running for their lives and it looked so much like a movie, like Independence Day or some other big budget action movie.
Everyone had so many theories (that I don't actually want to look up but will do from memory) about why they chose that day [9/11=911=emergency] or why they chose those airlines [United and American-symbolism] and those flights [cross country flights to affect people from coast to coast, and also because they had the most fuel for greater devastation] but it really just washed over you as I was just on my couch unable to turn off the t.v. Thinking that it could happen in L.A. but trying to think where such an attack could happen. I remember crying a lot that day and yelling at my brother for being insensitive and that night before going to bed I remember actually kneeling down and praying (for the first time in a long time) that the death toll/the number of people who died would be the smallest it could be. But one thing and one image I will remember is one of the islands or someplace around the harbor CNN, that night, was interviewing an emergency triage set up about how they were ready and expecting a massive number of victims with crush injuries and they were prepared, or something like that, but that none ever came. I remember crying during the benefit concerts especially over U2 and falling in love with Five for Fighting's Superman. I remember during those concerts wondering whether if something like that happened in L.A. would people care as much or would the perception of l.a. as vapid and fake make people less sympathetic. I remember going to the doctor that wednesday or thursday to get the results of my TB test and the streets seemed so empty and silent. But for the rest of that year, and especially that week I actually liked and was fully supporting Gweeb; I actually was two steps from enlisting formally on that Friday ( I felt it was my generation's call to arms/Pearl Harbor moment. I'm glad I came to my senses - that would have been a disaster)
Of course things changed and we realized how big a tragedy it was. While I was doing the above, here is a timeline of what Gweeb was doing on the 11th of September, and we can see here how the rhetoric that I needed to believe in in the month or so after that day eventually devolved into blaming Iraq and wherever the fuck we are today.
Here are some of the songs that Clear Channel deemed inappropriate to play "without great thought" that really seems so dumb even now considering the messages of the songs of hope and optimism and pacifism, or oddly, of war against Arab countries though of course I can understand the reasoning behind many of the banned songs, it's kind of funny that all Rage Against the Machine songs were born (the full list is here) and seems kind of tragic considering that the second tuesday in September 2001 didn't really inspire much great music of itself (and caused Jimmy Eat World to change the name of their album)

Louis Armstrong-What A Wonderful World
Bob Dylan-Knockin' on Heaven's Door
The Holies- He Ain't Heavy,He's My Brother
John Lennon-Imagine
Simon and Garfunkel – "Bridge Over Troubled Water"
Cat Stevens-Peace Train
James Taylor- Fire and Rain
The Youngbloods - "Get Together"

(download zip file)
but yeah let's move on. you were there and i can't possible express anything that you didn't feel yourself. and plus I wanna make penis jokes and be stupid again.

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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

A Crisis of Confidence

Maybe thinking about so many of my self perceived flaws last Thursday was a bad thing and started a rather destructive pattern in my mind for the past few days or maybe it was the insane heat that left me incredibly listless and feeling useless but way too uncomfortable to do anything. Or maybe it's just because I think I'm ugly or that I can't find a job either because I'm transsexual or that somehow I'm incredibly unqualified. As awful as it would be I could deal with the former, I guess. I could always dress and look funny and hate myself and I think that would be no different from someone working at a fast food joint. But the latter would be really devastating not just for the fact my mom would've wasted well over 100k for college and it qualifies me for nothing but that it would give a sense of worthlessness and maybe I'm not so smart as I've tried to believe as a defence mechanism. Well that and the fact that the blog that some of my friends from high school made is incredible and seems so smart and professional, while I do things like whine about wanting bigger breasts and post videos of kittens sleeping.
And this malaise that I'm feeling, which this continuing heat really isn't helping, along with the fact that I think I may have to make a decision soon between hormones and food ( I love my zero-income) has left me rather depressed and in the best way I could put it, I'm in the midst of a rather large (though I've insisted to my friends it's not that bad) crisis of confidence. Of course I didn't believe that I'm anywhere smart enough to think of such a turn of phrase so I figured I must have heard it once and it must have implanted itself in my witticism and stolen poetics lobe. And I was right
It's from the famous "malaise" speech of Jimmy Carter and though that perception of "mourning in america" probably helped bring Reagan to power it is a remarkable speech, one that holds some relevance and pertinence to today's atmosphere,or at least, in my mind the second week of November 2004 when I finally accepted we had 4 more years of this administration (now I'm a lot happier because there is a light at the end of the tunnel and John Edwards will save us all) but it is also remarkable because of the honesty of it but also Carter's belief that American's are grown ups (well, not the kids) and they can be spoken to not in soundbites but in actual discussion. He was our last honest politician. Anyway here is the part of the speech that fits for today. Here is Energy and the National Goals - A Crisis of Confidence from 1979:
These ten days confirmed my belief in the decency and the strength and the wisdom of the American people, but it also bore out some of my longstanding concerns about our nation’s underlying problems.

I know, of course, being President, that government actions and legislation can be very important. That’s why I’ve worked hard to put my campaign promises into law, and I have to admit, with just mixed success. But after listening to the American people, I have been reminded again that all the legislation in the world can’t fix what’s wrong with America. So, I want to speak to you first tonight about a subject even more serious than energy or inflation. I want to talk to you right now about a fundamental threat to American democracy.

I do not mean our political and civil liberties. They will endure. And I do not refer to the outward strength of America, a nation that is at peace tonight everywhere in the world, with unmatched economic power and military might.

The threat is nearly invisible in ordinary ways.

It is a crisis of confidence.

It is a crisis that strikes at the very heart and soul and spirit of our national will. We can see this crisis in the growing doubt about the meaning of our own lives and in the loss of a unity of purpose for our nation.

The erosion of our confidence in the future is threatening to destroy the social and the political fabric of America.

The confidence that we have always had as a people is not simply some romantic dream or a proverb in a dusty book that we read just on the Fourth of July. It is the idea which founded our nation and has guided our development as a people. Confidence in the future has supported everything else -- public institutions and private enterprise, our own families, and the very Constitution of the United States. Confidence has defined our course and has served as a link between generations. We’ve always believed in something called progress. We’ve always had a faith that the days of our children would be better than our own.

Our people are losing that faith, not only in government itself but in the ability as citizens to serve as the ultimate rulers and shapers of our democracy. As a people we know our past and we are proud of it. Our progress has been part of the living history of America, even the world. We always believed that we were part of a great movement of humanity itself called democracy, involved in the search for freedom; and that belief has always strengthened us in our purpose. But just as we are losing our confidence in the future, we are also beginning to close the door on our past.

In a nation that was proud of hard work, strong families, close-knit communities, and our faith in God, too many of us now tend to worship self-indulgence and consumption. Human identity is no longer defined by what one does, but by what one owns. But we’ve discovered that owning things and consuming things does not satisfy our longing for meaning. We’ve learned that piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose.

The symptoms of this crisis of the American spirit are all around us. For the first time in the history of our country a majority of our people believe that the next five years will be worse than the past five years. Two-thirds of our people do not even vote. The productivity of American workers is actually dropping, and the willingness of Americans to save for the future has fallen below that of all other people in the Western world.

As you know, there is a growing disrespect for government and for churches and for schools, the news media, and other institutions. This is not a message of happiness or reassurance, but it is the truth and it is a warning.

These changes did not happen overnight. They’ve come upon us gradually over the last generation, years that were filled with shocks and tragedy.

We were sure that ours was a nation of the ballot, not the bullet, until the murders of John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr. We were taught that our armie were always invincible and our causes were always just, only to suffer the agony of Vietnam. We respected the Presidency as a place of honor until the shock of Watergate.

We remember when the phrase “sound as a dollar” was an expression of absolute dependability, until ten years of inflation began to shrink our dollar and our savings. We believed that our nation’s resources were limitless until 1973 when we had to face a growing dependence on foreign oil.

These wounds are still very deep. They have never been healed.

Looking for a way out of this crisis, our people have turned to the Federal Government and found it isolated from the mainstream of our nation’s life. Washington, D.C., has become an island. The gap between our citizens and our government has never been so wide. The people are looking for honest answers, not easy answers; clear leadership, not false claims and evasiveness and politics as usual.

What you see too often in Washington and elsewhere around the country is a system of government that seems incapable of action. You see a Congress twisted and pulled in every direction by hundreds of well-financed and powerful special interests.

You see every extreme position defended to the last vote, almost to the last breath by one unyielding group or another. You often see a balanced and a fair approach that demands sacrifice, a little sacrifice from everyone, abandoned like an orphan without support and without friends.

Often you see paralysis and stagnation and drift. You don’t like it, and neither do I. What can we do?

First of all, we must face the truth, and then we can change our course. We simply must have faith in each other, faith in our ability to govern ourselves, and faith in the future of this nation. Restoring that faith and that confidence to America is now the most important task we face. It is a true challenge of this generation of Americans.

One of the visitors to Camp David last week put it this way: “We’ve got to stop crying and start sweating, stop talking and start walking, stop cursing and start praying. The strength we need will not come from the White House, but from every house in America.”

We know the strength of America. We are strong. We can regain our unity. We can regain our confidence. We are the heirs of generations who survived threats much more powerful and awesome than those that challenge us now. Our fathers and mothers were strong men and women who shaped a new society during the Great Depression, who fought world wars and who carved out a new charter of peace for the world.

We ourselves are the same Americans who just ten years ago put a man on the moon. We are the generation that dedicated our society to the pursuit of human rights and equality. And we are the generation that will win the war on the energy problem and in that process, rebuild the unity and confidence of America.

We are at a turning point in our history. There are two paths to choose. One is a path I’ve warned about tonight, the path that leads to fragmentation and self-interest. Down that road lies a mistaken idea of freedom, the right to grasp for ourselves some advantage over others. That path would be one of constant conflict between narrow interests ending in chaos and immobility. It is a certain route to failure.

All the traditions of our past, all the lessons of our heritage, all the promises of our future point to another path -- the path of common purpose and the restoration of American values. That path leads to true freedom for our nation and ourselves. We can take the first steps down that path as we begin to solve our energy problem....

I’m proposing a bold conservation program to involve every state, county, and city and every average American in our energy battle. This effort will permit you to build conservation into your homes and your lives at a cost you can afford.

I ask Congress to give me authority for mandatory conservation and for standby gasoline rationing. To further conserve energy, I’m proposing tonight an extra ten billion dollars over the next decade to strengthen our public transportation systems. And I’m asking you for your good and for your nation’s security to take no unnecessary trips, to use carpools or public transportation whenever you can, to park your car one extra day per week, to obey the speed limit, and to set your thermostats to save fuel. Every act of energy conservation like this is more than just common sense, I tell you it is an act of patriotism.

Our nation must be fair to the poorest among us, so we will increase aid to needy Americans to cope with rising energy prices. We often think of conservation only in terms of sacrifice. In fact, it is the most painless and immediate ways of rebuilding our nation’s strength. Every gallon of oil each one of us saves is a new form of production. It gives us more freedom, more confidence, that much more control over our own lives.

So, the solution of our energy crisis can also help us to conquer the crisis of the spirit in our country. It can rekindle our sense of unity, our confidence in the future, and give our nation and all of us individually a new sense of purpose.

You know we can do it. We have the natural resources. We have more oil in our shale alone than several Saudi Arabias. We have more coal than any nation on earth. We have the world’s highest level of technology. We have the most skilled work force, with innovative genius, and I firmly believe that we have the national will to win this war.

I do not promise you that this struggle for freedom will be easy. I do not promise a quick way out of our nation’s problems, when the truth is that the only way out is an all-out effort. What I do promise you is that I will lead our fight, and I will enforce fairness in our struggle, and I will ensure honesty. And above all, I will act.

We can manage the short-term shortages more effectively, and we will; but there are no short-term solutions to our long-range problems. There is simply no way to avoid sacrifice.

Twelve hours from now I will speak again in Kansas City, to expand and to explain further our energy program. Just as the search for solutions to our energy shortages has now led us to a new awareness of our nation’s deeper problems, so our willingness to work for those solutions in energy can strengthen us to attack those deeper problems.

I will continue to travel this country, to hear the people of America. You can help me to develop a national agenda for the 1980s. I will listen; and I will act. We will act together.

These were the promises I made three years ago, and I intend to keep them.

Little by little we can and we must rebuild our confidence. We can spend until we empty our treasuries, and we may summon all the wonders of science. But we can succeed only if we tap our greatest resources -- America’s people, America’s values, and America’s confidence.

I have seen the strength of America in the inexhaustible resources of our people. In the days to come, let us renew that strength in the struggle for an energy-secure nation.

In closing, let me say this: I will do my best, but I will not do it alone. Let your voice be heard. Whenever you have a chance, say something good about our country. With God’s help and for the sake of our nation, it is time for us to join hands in America. Let us commit ourselves together to a rebirth of the American spirit. Working together with our common faith we cannot fail.

Well that ended up being longer than I thought. But it is a great speech. And I'm going to make myself feel better about myself. Maybe I'll have some ice cream.
tldr.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

I Wish To Be The Moon Tonight

Sorry. Today I have had my focus and mind in a million different pieces, on old friends, future jobs, apartments. And whenever I have to write something that I deem important its hard to not have that work on your mind, no matter what else you're doing, and right now I have one and a half letters (I've been working on one unsuccessfully for the last week) to write to the love of my life at this moment, dearest Hubby, I also need to call one of my good friends from Duke and also a really old friend from middle school who I'm getting back in touch with, plus two "life update" letters to AmeriCorps teammates (coming out is fun!), and all the attendant stress (at least for me; I always feel as if I need to entertain in a way, to be all that they expect or at least fulfill my expectations of what they're expecting)

And so I'm oddly happy and content with life, (when you feel love and that someone cares about you it tends to make you feel that but there is so much I can't iron out but like I can't keep a..thought that is not jumbled with so many others. I'm barely coherent to myself right now. Which is why I'm looking tonight to focus on something more than myself and to be calmed by wonder. At around 3:30 tomorrow morning there will be a lunar eclipse [Update: that should be between 1:30 and 3] where the moon turns red. On the West Coast it is supposed to be particularly visible and vibrant but this page has more information and about how it may appear where you are (and thanks to google analytics I know I have people in illinois, new york, iowa and irvine reading this ::knocking on wood::) I'm sure that 500 years ago it would have been a sign of the apocalypse, but know it is perhaps an occasion only for insomniacs, seekers or midnight tokers.

I am actually really looking forward to it. I usually sleep with a mask over my eyes and last night was no exceptions but I guess it was uncomfortable so last night I removed it for a second and saw the clearest and brightest full moon I can remember seeing. It was breathtaking and I stared through my windows for quite some time. I can only imagine what tonight will bring. Hopefully it will not clear but organize my mind yet still remind me of the beauty of it all.

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

The Invisible Hand of the Market

is often times guided by a very vocal mouth. Many of my friends are off in that wonderful world of capitalism hell "week" known as being rookie investment bankers, a/k/a work work work and another of my friends, my esteemed cofounder of LME , is also doing the capitalist thing, though in a less offensive form at Macy's (and now that I know she regularly reads this I have only good things to say about that aristocratics mature pure and beautiful woman- i wuuv you ;) so I found some youtube speeches on the topic to motivate them. The idea first came to me through an online slideshow on Entertainment Weekly about pivotal small role appearances in movies, one of which is Alec Baldwin's speech in Glengarry Glen Ross, naturally I had to see it and it was awesome, so this is basically what I sent to my red blooded american pals.

Here's Alec Baldwin in Glengarry Glen Ross (such a great actor): You gotta have brass balls and you gotta always be closing


Next we have the opening iconic scene and speech in Patton.He would totally have already won the War Americans do like winners. A great speech and great stage set up


This is the famous "Greed, for lack of a better word, is Good.' I used to hate the ethos that this speech espoused and how it could motivate people only for the selfish desire, but it now doesn't seem as offensive as it once did. I still don't agree with everything about it but scientifically I understand the greed gene



and finally this is also from Wall Street about what it takes to be A Player. Hard Work of course, and the do or die all or nothing edge that I guess people who deal with such sums have to live on. but its a warning to try not to end up like a Conrad Black doing it illegally or you may end up in the same jail as Ookie Mexico.


I feel dirty now with all these capitalistic masturbatory fantasies. I need a shower.

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Friday, June 29, 2007

Your Kinda Gay Video of the Day

Today has been a really shitty day for me (hooray mood swings!) so this is going to be short and probably crappy tonight but I'll make it pretty in the morning. Anyway I was originally going to post this last Friday night but I got too philosophical and sanctimonius, it is Electric Six and their amazing video for Gay Bar because if there is one thing I want to do is take you to a gay bar, and spend all your money.
And if you don't enjoy the video for the overwhelming catchiness of the song and funness of the video, then enjoy the thought that, if Abe wasn't President from the mid 19th century, if he was Abe from Santa Monica in 2k he would be going to a few gay bars. Maybe. Enjoy


and I'm going to try to be happy in the morning. I would kill for a ciggie right now; I wish I hadn't given them up.

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

A Pick Me Up (at least for me)

Cuz I really need one right now. My mom, who was quite bipolar with her support of me to begin with today was in her negative mood a/k/a telling me and pointing out all the things I'm sensitive to begin with. My favorite line was her "you'll never be a woman" declaration. This came on the heels of one of my few transsexual (online) friends getting a job, but as a guy and so tomorrow she's going back to being "Dave" and she was one that really seemed to be succeeded and gave me a lot of hope, (though she may not know that. I found out that Jenny got screwed out of a place at Emory Law this fall and now has to figure out her life. And then the worst was my friend, whose mom collapsed and died right in front of her. It's been a very bad few couple of days.

So this poem is by Longfellow, and it is one of my all-time favorites. It got me through a lot of bad days in AmeriCorps, and since. Hopefully it'll get me through this one too

A PSALM OF LIFE

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

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