Archive for January, 2006

Pirates and Ninjas

Monday, January 23rd, 2006

Happy Birthday to Kat with a K on Monday, her real 24th birthday.

The Saturday celebration at her house was big fun.

Lots of pirates, lots of ninjas and a helluva lot of good food and companionship.

The omlette party must also have been fun, considering the confetti egg breaking, sequin skirt flaunting and boob showing display of its only attendees that I saw that night.

And a shout out to the Stringents and Lisa Curl, whose last set I caught at Paseo Saturday night doing Lisa’s “I wish I was Japanese” cut off her new CD. Good stuff.

I suppose I should also mention the three girls in Isis who needed to know what was in a “John Long” and who insisted while smoking some apple tobacco in a hooka that they were “giving the energy” to the room.

But, my mind and heart were still at Kat’s at the time.

First to show up in a really good costume was Sonic’s Sharon (as opposed to privacy shattered Sharon), who appeared at the party as a short skirted pirate. Va Va and Voom.

Later, there would be ninjas galore — a red headed and armed tiny ninja, a silk and lace geisha ninja and The Evil One as a nasty ninja. Ladies, my hat’s off to you. You were charming and beautiful.

I couldn’t believe the food and Kat’s mom bustled around adjusting the groaning board as if it were her own party. In fact, Kat complained about the 58th picture she took of her mom and some chum, but not until then.

It’s not unusual for me to see The Gary and SuzArt, not even together, but there must have been something about the Tom Jones cover played at FiEGGsta that put SuzArt in another gear altogether because she was having big fun.

AWOL showed up drunk and was soon joined by a whole crew on the porch.

Holly and T combined for a keyboards and bass version of Happy Birthday.

It had to be a good party. The police showed up (after I left).

I stalked a Catholic schoolgirl until she caught me at it. Then, like a dog chasing a bus, I didn’t know what to do next.

Brian the chef shared a new concoction, but he was wound too tight for us to enjoy it.

It took me all day Sunday to calm down after my parting hug with the silk and lace ninja. She had flirty eyes the whole night and they haunted me the next day. I thought I’d tossed away my chance with her when she told me I was “on her shit list” and I asked her what I needed to do to get off. Guess she forgave me that one. Maybe it was my obsession.

‘Round Midnight, us grey hairs — Ned, Ed, Dave, Tony, e.g. — left for the comforts of our beds, but there was still a good bit of livliness in the crowd that went on in our absence.

So, happy 24th, Kat with a K. We love you. Even if you are keeping my pussy to yourself.

social notes in passing

Saturday, January 21st, 2006

Still haven’t had much time to extoll the virtues of the mosaic show at LIT bar that opened tuesday night, but Brooks’ work, specifically including “Bucky … “, was a wonderful show and I do recommend you go. Look for the 9 mm bullets used in one of the better works and the lucid gold in several others.

Since then, I’ve been busy.

Wednesday was Paseo dinner and movie night. Dinner at Iron Star and a screening of ” ‘ Round Midnight” at my house just for three guys, but followed by some fun time in the wee hours. yeah, I know you want details, but you’ll have to suffer.

Thursday night, I went to G Spot and heard some good work done during open mic night — in particular an acoustic version of “500 Miles” that got the crowd singing along. From there to Flip’s and from there to bin 73.

Last night, dinner with my buds at Ajanta up on 122nd and Penn. (yeah, Larry P., it’s out of the bubble, but it was still damn good.) Then, we came to my house for a screening of “Broken Flowers”, the Jim Jarmusch film starring a deadpan Bill Murray, Sharon Stone and featuring a delicious bit of (almost) kid porn. The old friends made their way to their respective beds, but I rushed over to the GSpot for the last set EVER of Burschi Brothers on Paseo. Travis Linville was transcendent on his lead guitar. Wow!

Tonight is the fiEGGSta party, the omlette party, as it’s vernacularly known, but I won’t be doing that show, as glitterati as it might be. I’ll be feting Kat with a K at a birthday celebration because Kat’s more important to me than the glitterati I see among the Gang of 500 all too much. Besides, I WANT to dress up as a pirate. Or a ninja. I’ll decide before nine. I’ve been saying pirate, but I want a gold ear hoop and I’m not pierced and well, it’s just all so problematic from a wardrobe point of view… .

I’m in DanO’s lottery pool, but I want to assure you all that I’ll keep blogging even after I’m a milliionaire.

Fascism in Amerika

Friday, January 20th, 2006

Thanks to John X for tracking this down:

By William Rivers Pitt
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
From: http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/011706I.shtmll
Tuesday 17 January 2006

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.
- Abraham Lincoln

Say “fascism” to anyone you meet, and you will conjure images of coal-scuttle helmets, of Nazi boot-heels clicking in terrible unison down Berlin streets during dark days that only a few remaining among the living remember. Each day, members of the generation that heard those heels for themselves go into the ground, taking with them whispered words of warning. I saw it for myself, they whisper before they pass. See this tattooed number? See this scar? It happened. It was real.

Say “fascism” to anyone you meet, and you will be greeted with the boilerplate response of the blithely overconfident: such a thing cannot happen here. This is the United States of America, land of the free and home of the brave. Ours is a nation of laws, of checks and balances, of righteousness and decency. Our laws and traditions stand as a bulwark against the rise of totalitarian madness. It cannot happen here. Thus we are indoctrinated into the school of our own assumed greatness.

“We must disenthrall ourselves,” said Abraham Lincoln, and so we must, because it can happen here. It is already happening. All the parroted recitations of grade school civics cannot erase the fact that a new order is rising. Call it “secret fascism” or “smiley-faced fascism.” Call it a quiet dictatorship. Call it what you like, but it is here with us in America today, and it is growing.

To be sure, there are no coal-scuttle helmets lined in ranks down our broad avenues, no Tonton Macoute savaging dissidents, no Khmer Rouge slaughtering intellectuals and herding citizens from cities to die by the millions on roads littered with skulls. The core strength of our new fascism is that it speaks softly. It does not present itself in such an obvious way that those who subsist on the dogmas of our greatness can point and say there, there it is, I see it.

This new fascism is not fed only by lies, though to be sure the lies are there in preposterous abundance. This new fascism is fed by myths, our myths, the myths by which we rock ourselves to sleep. This new fascism is in truth an elemental fascism, reborn today by a confluence of events; the diligent work of the few, in combination with the passivity of the many, have brought forth this new order.

The writer Umberto Eco, in a 1995 essay titled “Ur-Fascism,” delineated several core elements that have existed in one form or another in every fascist state in history: “Parliamentary democracy is by definition rotten, because it does not represent the voice of the people, which is that of the sublime leader. Doctrine outstrips reason, and science is always suspect. The national identity is provided by the nation’s enemies. Argument is tantamount to treason. Perpetually at war, the state must govern with the instruments of fear. Citizens do not act; they play the supporting role of ‘the people’ in the grand opera that is the state.”

Take these one at a time.

“Parliamentary democracy is by definition rotten, because it does not represent the voice of the people, which is that of the sublime leader.”

George W. Bush has all but gelded Congress in recent months, attaching so-called “signing statements” to a variety of laws, which state that the president may act beyond the laws whenever he so chooses. The United States, fashioned as a republic, has as its voice the congressional body. This is all but finished. To cement his victory over the parliamentary system, Bush has put forth one Samuel Alito for the Supreme Court, a man who believes in the ultimate power of the one leader over the many. The gelded congress does not appear able to keep this man from the high court, thus rendering the balancing branches of government into a satellite system of the Executive.

“Doctrine outstrips reason, and science is always suspect.”

The supremacy of religious fundamentalism within and without government carries this banner before all others. What is reason in the face of the zealot’s faith? Science has become a watered-down vessel for Intelligent Design, and the incontrovertible truths of empirical data are slapped aside. Spencer Tracy, in the film “Inherit the Wind,” bellows the warning here: “Fanaticism and ignorance is forever busy, and needs feeding. And soon, your Honor, with banners flying and with drums beating we’ll be marching backward, backward, through the glorious ages of that sixteenth century, when bigots burned the man who dared to bring enlightenment and intelligence to the human mind.”

“The national identity is provided by the nation’s enemies.”

This has been with us for generations now. Our nation defined ourselves through a comparison to the Nazis, to the Imperial Japanese, and then through decades of comparison to Communism. Terrorism has supplanted all of these, hammered into place on a Tuesday in September by the actions of madmen. We are not them, all is justified in the struggle against them, and so we are defined.

“Argument is tantamount to treason.”

All one need do to see this in action is spend some hours with the Fox News channel. Freedom fries. Why do you hate America? You are with us or you are with the terrorists. Watch what you say.

“Perpetually at war, the state must govern with the instruments of fear.”

The manipulation of this population by fear has been ham-fisted, to be sure, but has also been cruelly effective. We do not want the evidence to be a mushroom cloud. Weapons of mass destruction and al Qaeda in Iraq. Nuclear designs in Iran. Plastic sheeting and duct tape. Orange alert. Argument becomes tantamount to treason simply because everyone has been made to feel fear at all times. A frightened populace is easily governed, and governs itself; this lesson was well-learned in the duck-and-cover days of the Cold War. Those lessons have been masterfully applied once again. Today, the citizenry polices itself, and the herd moves as one body. Even the surveillance of innocent citizens by the state is brushed off as a necessary evil. Remember: you are being watched.

“Citizens do not act; they play the supporting role of ‘the people’ in the grand opera that is the state.”

Once, we lived by the glorious simplicity of the vote. Casting a ballot was the single most patriotic duty a citizen could perform, an affirmation of all we held dear and true. Today, we live in the nation of the vanishing voter. Power has been so far removed from the people by those with money and influence that most see voting as a waste of time. Add to this the growing control of the implements of voting and vote-counting by partisan corporations, and the rule of We the People is left in ashes.

We must disenthrall ourselves from the idea that our institutions, our traditions, the barriers that protect us from absolute and authoritarian powers, cannot be broken down. They are being dismantled a brick at a time. The separation of powers has already been annihilated. It is a whispered fascism, not yet marching down your street or pounding upon your door in the dead of night. But it is here, and it is laying deep roots. We must listen beyond the whispered fascism of today to the shouted fascism of tomorrow. We must look beyond the lies and the myths, beyond the dogmas by which we sleep.

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William Rivers Pitt is a New York Times and internationally bestselling author of two books: War on Iraq: What Team Bush Doesn’t Want You to Know and The Greatest Sedition Is Silence

Outrage, anyone?

Thursday, January 19th, 2006

Former teacher indicted on sex charges involving 14-year-old boy
ASSOCIATED PRESS

TOMPKINSVILLE, Ky., Jan. 18 — A former teacher on Wednesday was charged with having a sexual relationship with a 14-year-old boy who was found with her in a Mexico hotel earlier this month.
A county grand jury indicted 26-year-old Angela Comer on charges of third-degree sodomy, unlawful transaction with a minor and custodial interference.
Comer was the boy’s eighth-grade teacher until she was forced to resign in November amid allegations of an affair with the student.
Mexican authorities located Comer and the boy at a hotel just across the Texas border on Jan. 10, four days after the boy was reported missing. They were brought back to Kentucky last week.
Comer’s attorney, Johnny Bell, said he did not have enough information on the case to comment.
Betty York, the boy’s guardian, said her grandson, who will turn 15 in March, is a talented basketball player who stands 6-foot-2. He’s in temporary foster care, she said.

The child’s street name “Mojo”, you think? He must be charming. How do you foster care a six foot two inch 15 year old basket ball player who is making it with the teacher in a hotel room in Mexico? If she’s a teacher, you’d think she’d be smart enough to wait until there were some endorsement revenues to share. She really wasn’t having sex with the child, he’s just a boy from a poor home and a desire to make it — good — in a bad old world who she was trying to help along his difficult way, your honor. She was more like a mother than a teacher, your honor, and those kisses were merely familial, not familiar. She thought she’d dropped a candle down his pants, your honor, and was merely trying to protect the boy from serious burns and that’s why he appears to have his pants down while she is on her knees. I object to these irrelevant photos and inflammatory and prejudicial porn films, your honor. Here, I pound on the podium and strike what I hope is an heroic pose, chin high to hide my wattle.

Mark your calendar

Wednesday, January 18th, 2006

From Peace House

On Sunday, January 22, the film, “Theologians Under Hitler”, will be
shown at the Church of the Open Arms at 4:30. The church is located
on No. Pennsylvania, on the west side at N. W. 31st. It is highly
recommended and said to be a very important film. Hope you can come.

Dear Friends:
On Sunday, January 29, there will be another Spiritual Walk For Peace around the Alfred P. Murrah Building site in downtown Oklahoma City.

This date marks the beginning of the international 64 day observation of the Season For Nonviolence, inspired by the 50th and 30th anniversaries of the assassinations of Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. We will also be walking to show our support for the four Christian Peacemaker Team members held hostage in Iraq.

We walk past the Murrah Building site to point out the futility of violence as we search for nonviolent solutions to the problems facing us in the world today. Please join us.

Spiritual Walk for Peace

Sunday, January 29

2:00 p.m.

The Episcopal Center

(NW 9th and Robinson)

Thanks,
Tom