October 18, 2004
Comedian of Mythic Proportions or Partisan Hack
A lot of us enjoy "The Daily Show with John Stewart." Craig Kilborn could never have done anything like this and the direction that John Stewart (or whoever is at the helm of the show) has taken the show has been nothing less than fantastic. Watch him on Crossfire and you'll see why.
Posted by marc at 9:33 AM
September 24, 2004
We Finally Know Who "They" Are!
Do you think he might be a member of the illuminati, throwing out a dupe just trying to throw us off again?!
Reminds me of that guy who wanted to sell the rights to his child's name and he was willing to name his child Microsoft if the price was right.
This guy did it for nothing.
I think I'm going to change my name to ..!)), but how do you pronounce that?
Posted by marc at 8:31 AM
September 13, 2004
Putin and Centralizing Russian Authority
Putin pressing to centralize the Kremlin's authority.
Considering the situation that has developed from the recent terrorist attacks within Russia proper, Putin is proposing legislation that establishes greater authority under the executive body of their government. By reducing the power of the independent states, in favor of a centralized authority, the legislation proposes the appointment of pre-selected individuals to governorships that meet the criteria of the controlling party. Though the proposals also call for proportional representation within the Duma (Russia's federal legislative body), the legislation chips away at the soveriegnty of the people and places it under a despot, removing some vestiges of local autonomy from the states. In addition, the proposals call for NGO's to monitor the actions of the state, but this attempt at policing an ever increasing police state fails to have the authority and power to make necessary changes when the government infringes too much on the rights of the people.
Posted by marc at 8:56 AM
March 12, 2004
Shots Ring Out
Last night I went out on my stoop with Irene and while we were there, I heard 4 or 5 gunshots. A few minutes later, sirens could be heard coming from everywhere. I didn't know where they were coming from, but I knew it was somewhere near. A few minutes later my roommate and his girlfriend left.
A couple minutes later, they called me and let me know it was around the corner at Haight and Stanyan, right at the entrance to the Golden Gate Park. They said they saw someone lying on the ground, an ambulence, and police everywhere.
My neighborhood is overrun with street punks, thugs, hippies, and the homeless who have hung around here since the sixties. The street punks intimidate the neighborhood and push everyone around. Last week, they stabbed a hippy in the neck after an argument insued over something.
I like my neighborhood, I like my neighbors. I don't like the way the homeless and street punks threaten and disturb everyone that is here. Mark at the coffee shop is working on doing something about it, something ideological--that's just the way he is. I don't have such opptomistic outlook. I wish the police would finally do something, they seem to be a bunch of corrupt bastards that don't care.
March 11, 2004
My hands are with yours.
Posted by marc at 5:59 PM
March 5, 2004
Instead of Across the Street, I went 70 Miles
My senior thesis paper is about the Maine Secession movement from 1785-1790. I know it doesn't sound like much of a page turner for you, but for me, I think I might just wet my pants in excitment. There are a lot of possibilities to examine with this subject. However, there are not a lot of primary sources available.
Which brings me to why I'm posting tonight. Yesterday, I decided to head over to the California State Library in Sacramento to check out some books and microfilm slides that are available. Since this is such a sought after topic (please tell me you get the sarcasm), the availability of the information I need is located in sparse places: the post-Revolution newspapers are at UCLA; the Collections of the Maine Historical Society are at the California State Library; and a few other sources are located in Irvine, Santa Barbara, San Diego, and, I am assuming, the State of Maine.
Which brings me back to what happened. So I get there, begin searching on their catalog for the items that I need to research, and...low and behold...each of them are located at the Sutro Library on microfilm...across the street from my school. Nice waste of a day.
On a positive note, the capitol is a nice place... if you like poorly kept streets and the misguided Sacramento Kings fans. And since I'm on the subject, Arnold is not my favorite choice for governor either.
Posted by marc at 12:56 AM
February 19, 2004
Bye Bye Bush Bananza!
If you look to the right side of the screen, just below the calendar, you will see a new addition to the sight. That's right! A counter that counts down the days of when Bush loses his second election! Hurrah! If you would like one for your nifty website, just click on the "Talent Show" link and it will take you to the gentleman that created it. Enjoy!
Removed the "My Revolution" page. Could never get that damn thing to work. By the time I figured that out, I completely forgot my ideas on what I wanted the revolution to encompass. If I remember correctly, it had something to do with Pink Jumpsuits.
Recomended reading for the month (even though I won't be able to finish it until the semester is over): Giorgio Agamben's "Homo Sacer." My teacher introduced him to me last semester by discussing the concept of the "state of exception." You might of heard of this concept and didn't know it: Nazi concentration camps and Guantanamo Bay are both "states of exception." Good stuff. Maybe i'll tackle it here sometime.
Posted by marc at 6:46 PM
February 12, 2004
Odd objects appearing on my stoop over the past couple of months:
1. Empty bottle of vodka at the end of a trail of blood leading up to my door.
2. Passed out drunk homeless man who called himself "Mr. Perky."
2. Business records for a ski shop.
3. Big collection of metal clothes hangers.
4. A microwave that had seen its heyday circa 1980 and food cooked around the same time plastered to the inside.
5. A VCR.
How did each of these objects find themselves there? My neighbors and myself have no idea. And strangely, its consistant. One disappears, a new one appears the next day. My stoop seems to be a strange vortex that attracts various objects of junk through, what I'm assuming, is loitering.