You fuckers are reticent, you know that? Reticent.
I don't know nothin' 'bout no meet-ups, but I do know that nobody could rock this outfit better than nosflow.
Maybe we just don't know. I don't know. I would even say that I just don't know. So it is just that I say nothing.
Eh, I don't dig shirts and jackets with graphics like that.
2: Surprisingly enough, it's the headgear that's stopping me short on that one.
Oh, the sleeve on the jacket is ok, as these things go. We're familiar with footy pajamas, why not glovey blazers?
The heart-and-lines crap just gives it that vaguely emo, threadless rip-off look, crossed with any number of douchy shirts.
That outfit makes a bold statement, but it's as ugly as sin. And far too busy for New York.
What time is this meetup?
My calendar says 7pm? Is that right?
I quite like the heart bit, and the cock is very funny. But wtf is that growth on his head?
Don't worry, it's very easy to get to, virtually every subway line possible will put you right next to the bar - you've got the 2,3, 4,5, B,D, M, N,Q,R and both the C and the G are only an extra five minutes walk, plus the LIRR for any Long Island based folks. And it's only two or three stops from Manhattan.
Yeah, I'll be there around 7pm. Woo, meet-up!
I'll try to be there around 7 too. I probably won't stay very late, since I'll need to catch a train back.
I have to miss the meetup -- I'm in Utah for my grandmother's funeral. (It was, as an uncle said tonight at the viewing, about time.) Sorry to miss everyone.
Sorry to hear it, Bave. Condolences on your loss.
Yes, condolences Dave. Even when it's "about time," a loss is still a loss. Hope your are enjoying time and memories with the rest of the family.
Sorry to hear that. A grandaunt who I really liked died the other week. She had been in bad shape for a while, but still... So not good. Though when my grandmother died, I have to admit I wasn't sad at all. Alzheimer's had killed the person I loved long before her physical death.
My probability of attendance at ~85%. Given the likely age distribution, I'll pretend I'm the chaperon.
Headed out of the house now, but I'll see y'all at 7!
I just went past the place in Google Earth's Street View and yelled "Get off the lawn" at the guy in the orange hat. (He's not there in Google Maps' Street View. I thought they used the same info but apparently not.)
Okay, I'm at the restaurant.
I don't see anybody.
Hell with it, I'm leaving, and driving back to Boston.
Lurker here, wondering if I can expect that most folks will still be there around 9.
32: I call shenanigans. I have it on good authority that someone's already there.
33: Seems likely. We're just setting out now.
Wow, I drive fast.
How dare you accuse me of shenanigans, Stanley!
Somebody should drunken-liveblog this, as ever.
I'm in the back corner, sitting by the thing. Come find me.
I'm not in the back corner. I was unable to make it (or, unable to leave early enough to justify going into the city, given how relatively early I'd have to leave Brooklyn before turning into a pumpkin).
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Not enough substance on Unf, DS says. I have been quiet fo like days, but both American teams won in curling, so hey, the mind twists like a worm on a bic.
1) A double cable feature tonight for me, The Reader followed immediately by The Baader-Meinhof Complex, and my first though? "Thus we see what the bourgeois liberals will accept and allow and even assist; followed by what bourgeois liberals will violently suppress.
2) Evidence:Paul Rosenberg says Obama has earned his "Hitler moustache" Links to Balkin and Greenwald in the comments, who are just very upset, very very upset, that John Yoo may practice law and teach another generation of students. They are just so mad. Hilzoy is no longer around, but I am sure she would also be upset, maybe even a little at Obama.
And the torture was done, the perpetrators survived and propered, and it will happen again, and the above will be very unhappy and write nasty blog posts.
My heart and mind is with the Red Brigade.
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Were here, no one we know is dead or naked yet. But it is early
I'm less than five miles from Gary Coleman's house; nowhere near Brooklyn. Thanks for the condolences upthread.
And the torture was done, the perpetrators survived and propered, and it will happen again, and the above will be very unhappy and write nasty blog posts.
And all you'll do is be very unhappy and write nasty blog comments and dream about the Red Brigade, huh?
There is talk of karaoke. Lurkers abound.
Dead to neb being a different matter entirely.
Why isn't there more drunken liveblogging? (I'm starting to wish I had gone, but I didn't feel up to another train ride after an eight-hour trip home earlier today.)
41:I certainly am not going to elicit a premature and preemptive visit from the suits.
And you are absolutely right, the authorities have nothing to worry about with me, and never will. I am just a blowhard on the Internets, indulging in nostalgic fantasies.
You must be the drunken comment you wish to see on the blog, dork.
45: Perhaps Balkin, Greenwald, Hilzoy, et. al. are also not risking a premature and preemptive visit from the suits.
49: But perhaps the people contending they're not worth a visit by the suits are just saying that 'cause they're really worthy of a suited visit.
(Near as I can tell, the suits don't much work on inspiration and intuition, they work on perseverance and perspiration. So, being clever doesn't buy much. They'll get around to you anyway, Bob.)
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Hey Sifu, but can you send me an e-mail? I can't find your address (maybe I'm just dense and it's somewhere really obvious on the Poorman site).
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We went to Famous Park Slope Karaoke Venue and only Stanley and eekbeat got on the mic (with [possibly unwanted?] help from me) and Stanley got yelled at by KJ for using the mic as a percussive instrument with his beer.
Lurker Mr. Blandings and I beat Mike D and Jackmormon 2/3 at pool.
It was a Weezer tune, the one about alcoholism. I could look it up.
My head hurts, my pants smell like beer and I don't love Jesus.
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Surprise front window birdwatching - a couple bluejays (which we don't see much of) and a small woodpecker (which I've never seen in this neighborhood).
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55: Huh. I never noticed what that song was about.
I always think Weezer is a bit more interesting than they are, because I think of Ween, but then I remember "Buddy Holly," which I really like, and they settle in as OK.
That song title makes me think of Julie London. WHich is never a bad thing ...
Memory can be so strange; it makes me think of Buddy Holly.
Over 90 where it counts, motherfucker lay...deez.
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A not explicitly revolutionary trolling
Curling visual coverage. We get closeups on the rock, either groundlevel front and rear of the shooter, or overheads of the sweepers and house. Rarely we get a shot from the house at a little above eye-level of sweepers and rock approaching the house.
But we never get the neatest most beautiful shot, at ground-level from the shooter's perspective, a long shot that shows the rock moving straight for x yards and then making it's curve or hook into the house. This would be magic, the magic of curling.
This obsession with closeups of people, even when it is only the tops of the heads of the sweepers, is a key to our modern corruption and decadent banality. Context must be kept as small, tight, personal as possible. Like identity politics.
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I'm pretty sure the camera angles for curling are chosen so as to obscure the fact that there's a second shooter.
At one point, a college buddy of mine showed up at the bar where we were. Stanley and eekbeat tried to convince them to come to karaoke with us. They told us they were coming, but did not.
Sordid!
Also, I didn't get stinking drunk, and am learning to pace myself better as old age affects my alcohol-absorption capabilities.
Sordid!
JM and teraz talked about living in Europe. I lectured obnoxiously about the 1740's. JP curses in casual conversation, which few NYers do, and which, frankly, I miss about non-NYC places. Teo was fun but left earlyish. JP, Mike D, and Lurker Blandings all (IIRC) bought me beers, which was kind of them. It was decided that Lurkers Sam and Blandings should comment more/at all. We all rotated around a lot. Everyone wished Bave had been there. I theorized that Flip showed up at the bar but left without introducing himself. We waved a little "RESERVED FOR: MUTOMBO" sign at everyone who came in the bar alone, just in case essear or Flippanter made it after all.
Sordid!
JP curses in casual conversation, which few NYers do
YMMV? You clearly know more NYers than I do, but I know more than a few, and the tendency toward cursing seems as variable among them as among any other population.
Teo was fun but left earlyish.
Not earlyish enough to catch the 11:58 train, as it turned out, but I did manage to catch the 12:43 train. I got home at 2.
There was much complaining about the half-hour walk to the other bar. I thought they'd be grateful for the exercise and fresh air but I was wrong.
And while some of us are intermittently decent at pool, we all suck horrifically at darts. Seriously, there was not one of us who had any consistency or control. But we didn't have any chalk to keep score anyway.
I thought NYers, by stereotype, curse more in casual conversation than the rest of us.
The last sentence of the second paragraph of Haig's obituary:
He knew, Reagan's aide Lyn Nofziger once said, that "the third paragraph of his obit" would detail his conduct in the hours after President Reagan was shot, on March 30, 1981.
The third paragraph:
That day, Secretary of State Haig wrongly declared himself the acting president. "The helm is right here," he told members of the Reagan cabinet in the White House Situation Room, "and that means right in this chair for now, constitutionally, until the vice president gets here." His words were taped by Richard V. Allen, then the national security adviser.
Freaky.
71: It's maybe more of a class-marker here than other places? Or it's possible that in other places I've lived, I haven't hung out with the non-cursing class? I've become quite aware of how it codes here in a self-conscious way. But I also didn't learn a lot of things about class markers until I moved here, so YMMV. Like, at my job at the spa my first summer here, I learned that it wasn't that I was physically fatter than the other counter girls that was offensive; it was that I had breasts. Could I please do something like buy a more squishing-effect-type bra, because I'm really bringing down the class of the establishment, etc.
75: I recommend Phil Nugent's Haig obituary.
74: Ich bin ein fucking New Yorker.
73: There was much complaining about the half-hour walk to the other bar.
I was a bit surprised the group managed to come back together there after it briefly broke into four different groups near the end of that stroll. Thought things might go Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist at that point.
Off to the brother and sister-in-law's place.
77: thanks. That was good.
I liked Eric Loomis's note: "I literally cannot think of a single good thing to say about Haig."
I slunk off to take the opportunity to pee at my own apartment, rather than sit in a stranger's seat-puddle yet again (OMG evil stupid people please stop doing this you disgust me).
If there is a class of Pittsburgher that doesn't curse, I haven't met a member of it.
JP's casual cursing at the meetup was quite impressive, I must say.
Is Haig a great example of the banality of evil? Boring, ridiculous, and terrifying is how I remember him.
I also remember the line near the end of Lives of Others, something like "...that people such as you held power."
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Following on 64, and thinking on vs Last House on the Left (remake) which was last night's bedtime movie, I came across a phrase by Haneke "...clarifying distance in place of violating closeness..." but modern media, entertainment, and social interaction as "violating" is...well I won't go there. Not with that word.
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Sorry about 83 html fail
...Funny Games vs LHotL...
Speaking of casual cursing, what's the title of this thread a reference to?
But we never get the neatest most beautiful shot, at ground-level from the shooter's
perspective, a long shot that shows the rock moving straight for x yards and then making it's curve or
hook into the house. This would be magic, the magic of curling.
Wait for the first-person-shooter style video curling.
-- E, too obtuse to think Pacific Standard would be on the right coast.
82 - we need examples of impressive casual cursing!
Nice job, Bridgeplate. Keep up the good work.
87: You know, just fucking swearing and shit.
what's the title of this thread a reference to?
I assume this: http://www.worldlingo.com/ma/enwiki/en/TKM
Wow. So it turns out that teraz kurwa my is the master of casual swearing. Even better work.
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At abut 15 minutes into The Reader, I started to tear up at the wonder of the multiple readings made available by great art and literature. Class, sex, art, power, history, innocence. I am sure the book would be different, tho maybe not better. Winslet is a force.
About the only meta-line provided, early in the movie, a guide to the perplexed, is "character is determined by secrets."
This relates to 64 and 83.
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You know, you can always delete me like the ToS.
The Reader got irritatingly complicated by the end. Bad woman kept her secrets, good man freed himself with openness. All is well.
Panopticon my ass. I need a social theory that explains a society where we all enthusiastically put webcams in our bathrooms.
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After reading some of the discussion and controversy, and presuming nobody cares about spoliers, and understanding that multiple interpretations are available:
1) Hanna Schmitz remains a monster unto death, and her very death is attempt to maintain dominance and control.
2) The illiteracy (German feigned ignorance of the Holocaust) is very obviously a means to power, a self-recognized though publicly hidden shame to hide a greater private guilt, even and especially from herself.
Ignorance can be a tool and a weapon. See the Teabaggers. I should be reading the social theorists who probably covered this ground twenty years ago.
3) This method of admitting (or hiding) one flaw to hide (from) another greater crime, and the public's gleeful acceptance of this shallow tactic, irritates me to no end in modern society. "Bush lied about WMD" and the questions stop. Greenspan says he overestimated market rationality.
4) And in the most general terms, this public self-shaming may be being used to distract from our complicity in globalized imperial post-capitalism. Oh look, did someone hurt the feelings of the disabled? And in Afghanistan, two empty shells of buildings...oh never mind.
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I slunk off to take the opportunity to pee at my own apartment, rather than sit in a stranger's seat-puddle yet again (OMG evil stupid people please stop doing this you disgust me).
I'm not trying to be flippant, and people who leave puddles on seats are indeed evil and stupid, but why not just wipe off the seat before sitting on it rather than sit down blindly, hoping for the best?
96: One forgets, or it does not look wet.
Urine is usually sterile. There's a good chance that pee is helping keep that seat clean.