December 13, 2002

Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down

Welcome to the Beantown, mfer.

People they come together...people they fall one can stop us now...because we are all seeing stars...

December 11, 2002

Deep Thoughts From IU

Oh this is a funny transcript. So Bill O'Reilly has been going apeshit for weeks over this porno filmed at dorms and off campus apartments at Indiana University. He thinks its morally outrageous and he wants it stopped. [pounds fist]

So O'Reilly has been talking to a bunch of people about it. He's talking to the smut peddlers, he's talking to student body know...all the players.

But it never approaches the funny from Josh, 21 year old former IU student. Josh seems like a regular Big Ten dude. Chicks, basketball, maybe a bit of the beer pong. But now Josh has appeared in portions of the film..and O'Reilly wants to talk to him.

Let's take a look at the highlights, shall we?

O'REILLY: So why did you help this porn outfit out, Josh? You didn't get paid for it. Why did you do it?

JOSH, FORMER INDIANA UNIVERSITY STUDENT: I thought it sounded like a good time, you know? I mean, it's kind of the stuff dreams are made of. I want to make it known now that I had no sexual encounter with any of these porn stars. I was just on there clowning and being myself.

Yo...I was just clowning, dog.

O'REILLY: OK. Now. You can understand, Indiana University facility paid for, subsidized by the taxpayers, this is going on. Now, the administration says didn't know anything about it, even though these guys were around. There was a lot of publicity, didn't know anything about it at all. Do you buy that?

JOSH: Not really, because, I mean, you'd have to be pretty dumb to not know that was going on. I mean, they're not exactly indiscreet. They're porn stars. They're hot girls, they're big stud guys walking around on campus talking to students, e-mailing students, which -- e-mail is not a secure medium. So IU definitely could peek on somebody's e-mail. I don't mean to be like Mel Gibson in "Conspiracy Theory"...

Apparently you can't be one of the "big stud guys" at IU unless you're a porn star.

O'REILLY: You think the administration may be lying?

JOSH: Yes, I do. I mean, God bless IU, all you Hoosiers sitting there watching this, but I think that that's just ridiculous that they would claim that that wasn't going on. And I also think it's ridiculous how they think it's such a horrible thing for the university. Because it's going to boost, like, enrollment and participation...

O'REILLY: But it might not be...

JOSH: ...and all sorts of stuff.

O'REILLY: ... the right students, you know what I mean, Josh? Now, look, I want to talk about you... credit. Punch it in. Oh...but the best is for last. Out of the mouths of the recently graduated.

O'REILLY: You're 21 years old. All right? You're 21 years old.

JOSH: Right, 21 years old.

O'REILLY: If you're in this movie, and I don't know whether you are or not, I haven't watched the movie, if you're in this movie doing a sex thing, that's going to hurt you. That's going to hurt you the rest of your life.

JOSH: Right, I know, but I'm not [d]oing a sex scene in it. I'm just in there doing a little bit of shaking around, you know?

O'REILLY: All right. But even that's not going to help you. You know?

JOSH: Yes, I know. But, I mean, you've got to have an in somehow. I mean, I'm talking to you, aren't I? [ed.--Damn...nice opening of the sociological window]

O'REILLY: You're talking to me about what happened there. This is not going to hurt you.[ed.--feeble attempt to close sociological window.]

JOSH: That's true. This is (UNINTELLIGIBLE)...

O'REILLY: If you -- unless you're...

JOSH: ... this -- my dream doesn't stop here. I'm want to try to be a rock star, so...

O'REILLY: All right, Josh, but look, this stuff ain't going to help you be a rock star. It's not going to help you be a lawyer, it's not going to help you do anything. We appreciate you coming on and telling us what really happened. We agree with you, we think the administration did know.

JOSH: Thank you very much, Bill.

December 10, 2002

The V Stops Here

dead subway carThis is a picture of a hibernating V line hanging out at 2nd Avenue. The V doesn't operate on the weekends. Unless for some reason the A, C, or E lines are screwed up and the E is really a phantom V. Nobody except people who live near this stop likes the V. Why? Because it looks like an F at Broadway-Lafayette. Only problem is the V terminates at 2nd can hear the muffled groans of Brooklyn when it passes by. No Park Slope, no Carroll Gardens, no Boerum Hill.

Anyway, I'm wondering if this is what I'm going to see next week if there's a strike. Well, I doubt I'll even get in the station if that is true. But the whole underground could be one giant graveyard.

Tumbleweeds and leftover homeless folks.

Trail Of Dead And You Will Know Us By

I've noted in the past my use for eBay indie rock purchases. Sometimes I shake my head at how stupid some people are. A good example is the sale of a bunch of Neutral Milk Hotel t-shirts over the past few months. I know this because I have kept bidding (and losing) for a UK Holland 1945 7-inch picture disc over the past few months. Anyway, some dumbasses (probably in high school) keep paying thirty dollars or more for "rare" or "impossible to find" Neutral Milk Hotel t-shirts. Why are they "impossible to find"? Most likely because they aren't "official." Instead somebody is just producing these "impossible to find" t-shirts on their own and selling them to duped indie-idiots willing to pay $40 for a bootleg Neutral Milk Hotel t-shirt. And gee...I can't imagine wherever they got the image for their t-shirts...

But that's looks like they have a competitor in these guys from "SEATTLE GRUNDGE CITY" who found the same photo and decided the t-shirt was actually gray. Hmmm..."Hotel Milk Neutral"?!?! I can't wait for the dope who bids on that one. Although I did enjoy their graphical representation of Neutral Milk Hotel's "number one hit album" In the Aeroplane Over The Sea.

Right on.

**UPDATE** I've revisited the misspelled t-shirt and now it actually says "Neutral Milk Hotel." So apparently they were able to make more "rare" t-shirts.

My Impending Walk 42 Blocks North/South, Seven Blocks East/West

Since I started my job in midtown Manhattan the first week of September 2001, I have walked the distance between my work and home three times. Usually I walk to the 6 at Bleecker and just take it up six stops to Grand Central. My office building lies 42 blocks north seven blocks east of my home. The first time I walked 42 blocks south and seven blocks east was on the morning of September 11, 2001.

Although I watched the towers burn from the top of my apartment building on the LES, I still thought I had to go to work that day. I didn't know at the time the extent of the horror. I thought it was some sort of accident or perhaps a despondent lover with a Cessna and a suicide wish. So I walked to the 6 at Bleecker and rode six stops to Grand Central. I meandered through the chaos at Grand Central for around five to ten minutes. My office building was closed. The Hudson News was packed with people gasping and shouting at the television sets. Then the NYPD began evacuating everybody.

tried to jump back on the 6 or at least the 4 or the 5 in a hope to get to 14th St. but all lines were shut down. So I started to walk home. 42 blocks south, 7 blocks east.

Around 33rd and Park I saw a friend of mine who lived in New Jersey. He started to walk with me back to my apartment because he didn't know what else to do. As we walked, we saw speeding ambulances caked in white dust running up and down the avenues. We passed man after woman walking slowly covering their mouths with flimsy paper surgical masks. Large groups of people stopped to huddle together around open car doors. They were listening to the news on the radio. We stopped a couple of times to join them. People were running in and out of any place that had a payphone or a working television. Of course, my cell phone didn't work. The signaling tower had been on the top of one of the towers. I didn't realize the towers had collapsed until we started getting closer to my neighborhood. They were usually visible from where we were. But nothing was there. I felt real confused and I kept telling my friend "You could see them from here before. I'm positive...really." So we asked somebody walking hurriedly past us what the status was and he told us they had both collapsed. I didn't believe him. Not until I was at home and saw a replay of it on television. Field Mouse watched it live from our roof.

A week later our building had a bomb scare. A panicked co-worker ran into my office and told me that we needed to get "the hell out of here." We took the elevator. Probably not a good idea, but I hadn't seen a Rescue 911 rerun in a while. We waited outside the building for about ten to fifteen minutes until it was announced that everything was fine but that our office would close for the day. Everybody was too freaked to return to work anyway. I didn't want to get on the subway. I thought everyone was out to get me. So I walked 42 blocks south, 7 blocks east. For the second time.

I have a stressful job. One day the stress was overwhelming. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't eat, couldn't be calm. Okay, so this lasted longer than a day. But on this day I didn't walk 42 blocks south, 7 blocks east because I had to. I chose to walk that distance home. I wanted to calm down. Walking that distance tends to have an empowering effect. There's an end point to the task, but I can get there a lot of ways. And maybe I'll pick a interesting solution. Or at least a fast one. I think that day I walked through Stuyvesant Town and received a tiny American flag pin manufactured in China for some sort of Stuyvesant Town patriotic celebration. Must have been Veteran's Day. Could have been an early Fourth of July. I don't remember what day it was. I don't remember how long ago it was. By the end of the walk my feet killed and my legs burned and that's all I thought about. It's easier to think about feet and legs.

Next week, the MTA is threatening to go on strike. No trains, no buses...which also certainly means no cabs. I don't think I would have sprung for one anyway. I don't own a bike. My apartment is too small. I also think I'm a bit too timid to jockey for position with crazy cab drivers and bike messengers. So if this strike does indeed happen, I will be walking 42 blocks north and 7 blocks west for the fourth time. Although this time, it will not be the apparent end of the world, I will not have been scared out of my wits, and I won't receive an American flag pin manufactured in China. It will just be cold and windy and gray...and as always...long.

December 09, 2002

Is This Thing On?!? I'd Like To Say Something Inappropriate, If I Could...

Is it a bit mindblowing to consider the fact that Strom Thurmond is so old that he ran against Harry Truman for President in 1948?!?! As you can hear from this speech, Strom was spitting tacks mad at Truman's desire for racial integration. Is it a bit mindblowing that Sen. Trent Lott, Senate Majority Leader from the fine state of Mississippi wishes that good ol' segregationist Thurmond won?

Sen. Lott drops this doodoo:
"I want to say this about my state, [Mississippi],: When Strom Thurmond ran for president, we voted for him. We're proud of it. And if the rest of the country had followed our lead, we wouldn't have had all these problems over all these years, either. Like these damn mixed-race water fountains and the O.J. Simpson trial."

Okay...the last sentence is fake, but the rest of all astoundingly real. See for yourself in this CSPAN video, just fast forward to around 32:40...

Maybe Deputy Mayor Marc Shaw didn't see Lott's dreadful public speaking performance when he left this verbal turd on the floor regarding New York City firefighters a year and a couple of months after September 11th.

"[Firefighters] only fight fires 5 percent of the time - they're hanging around doing nothing the other 95 percent of the time."

Yeah, what did they ever do for New York...except die.

Where Art Thou, Expense Indie Rock Seven-Inch?

From time to time I've been known to kick it around the world of eBay. I like to check out the Big Ticket items and see what tremendous opportunities are available. Like this Antique Stone Castle 3 Story, Full of Antique.

It's full of antique, WORD.

I was looking for a Complete Egyptian Mummy Coffin...from Egypt. My mind wanders into nefarious territory when I consider what I could accomplish with this baby.

Anyway, all of this is an elaborate lead-in to what I really want to talk about. Purchasing historical indie-rock records for way too much on the internet.

For the most part I have no dreams. I've been beaten down by the economic expectations of education and modern living to the point where I think an amazing and interesting life without favorable familial connections or a sizable check from a lottery organization is damn near impossible. But I do want the first three Pavement records. I want Perfect Sound Forever. I want Demolition Plot J-7. I want Slay Tracks (1933-1969)

I may soon have all of them...or so it would have been. I bought Demolition Plot J-7 first. I recently purchased Perfect Sound Forever. In between I purchased Slay Tracks (1933-1969). I opened it up. Looked at it a bit and marveled that I had the first thing Pavement ever put on wax. Only 1000 copies were printed...and there were surely less existing now. I carefully put the record back in the postal envelope it arrived in...and now looking at all casual existing evidence...I accidentally threw it away.

Yes, I believe I threw this holy grail dork indie rock collector wet dream of a fucking record away. Now the thing is selling on eBay for over $200.00. I believe I paid something like $75 for mine. The record sleeve had a corner cut off of it...which probably brought down the price. I didn't care about that. For me it was always about the record. I don't think I would have ever sold it.

So much for idolatry.