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Friday, October 9th, 2009Crack Nem Pensar
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009Here in Brazil there is a new anti-drug campaign, “Crack Nem Pensar” which means, Crack Don’t Even Think About It.
You find stickers that say this all over the place. Like in a nutritionist’s office. Or one of my favorites, on a cuia at the gym. Just in case you popped over for some quick communal chimarrão and were thinking that you would rather have crack.
The irony, which hasn’t really occurred to the campaigners is this: I wasn’t thinking about crack until I saw the stickers. There is nothing sensible about a movement that only says, don’t think about what I am talking to you about.
The campaign is exactly the same as this:
Elephants. Whatever you do, don’t even think about elephants.
Top Chef Poetry.
Saturday, September 5th, 2009This is almost a haiku, and I think it is a beautiful poem.
| I think I’ve really learned |
| a little bit about what |
| really matters to me. |
~ Preeti Mistry, eliminated from Top Chef Season 6, Episode 3
Healthcare.
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009I’m watching another Adam Curtis documentary and also reading the headlines. The documentary is “The Century of Self”. You can watch it on youtube, or download it for free from archive.org. The headlines are the same spooky, bizarre, crap as always. It’s kind of nice, because now instead of just shaking my head when I see people doing sick and twisted things (like comparing the option of public healthcare to Hitler) I have some idea of why they are doing this. Reassuring… sort of…
You can see the way the corporations, who have real interest in making sure that there is no public healthcare, have adopted a logo (the swastika) a spokesperson (Palin) and a product (death camps?). They’ve even got an army of salespeople brainwashed into thinking that free healthcare will kill their grandma.
Aw, forget it, I’ve been living outside the US long enough to have an open mind. I have used NHS healthcare and wasn’t sent to a death panel. I have no real interest in joining the debate, and I am freaked out by the right.
It is just amazing and sad that so many Americans are so insane.
The Decline of Western Civilization.
Tuesday, May 26th, 2009I found a video of an exercise on youtube in which you use a sledgehammer to bang on a tractor tire. I had this fairly snarky and (if I say so myself) relatively clever blog post to write about it. But then I felt a bit sad. It is just too much wasted energy. Perhaps a metaphor for our times.
Now people are doing what used to be called “work” in their leisure time in order to get in shape. Being in shape used to be a means to end, i.e. if you were strong you could break more rocks and get paid more. Now people are using their precious calories banging on tires.
Get a job doing some kind of manual labor. Then instead of paying $100 a month of gym membership, you can get paid $6.55 an hour.
December Grudge Match.
Monday, December 15th, 2008Put up your dukes Bernard Madoff.
November Grudge Match
Thursday, November 13th, 2008In keeping with my new monthly challenge, I hereby challenge Hank Paulson to a vale tudo / cage match.
If he excepts the challenge, I would like the winner to receive 800 billion dollars of U.S taxpayer money. If he is victorious, he could use the money to bail out his larcenous buddies at Goldman Sachs… oh wait, he did that already…
“Let’s get it on!”
Bailout.
Monday, September 29th, 2008Just for the record, this bailout plan sucks.
It is just going to help a financial elite of bankers that have already hidden the billions of dollars they received when they gamed the system. The entire thing is a con. The bankers convinced the politicians to hollow-out the Glass-Steagall Act, which paved this nightmare. Now, the people who are most harmed by the meltdown are going to have pay for it: the average American taxpayer. You can’t just print up 700 billion dollars without inflation.
Personally, I believe any bailout plan should start with the bankers giving back their bonuses. Step two, should be to let the chips fall where they may.
It’s like that saying, if you lend me a hundred dollars and I can’t pay you back, I’ve got a problem. If you lend me 100 million dollars and I can’t pay you back, you’ve got the problem.
The banks have the problem. Let them go out of business. That is what the FDIC is for, to pick up the pieces when banks fail. So let them. Let the “free markets” cull the herd of sick financial institutions.
This is another example of socialism for the rich, with the bill going to the poor.
And in this corner, Matt Damon…
Friday, September 26th, 2008The gauntlet has been thrown, I hereby challenge Matt Damon to a cage fight.
Matt, don’t pretend you haven’t read this, I’ll say it again, in case you don’t read so good: I challenge you to fight me.
You pick the rules. I prefer a no-holds-barred contest. You pick the location: be it a ring, cage, octagon, or shark filled waters, those are all fine with me, but I prefer something within walking distance of my home.
I eagerly await your response.
Chicken …. bawk bawk bawk.
My screenplay dammit… mine!
Monday, March 31st, 2008I have an idea for a screenplay that would be fun to write, but I don’t have the time… (more on that later).
It is about gasoline tankers, you know the ones:
(They are called different things in different countries.)
Ok, well, here is the story. The “elevator pitch”
“The year is 2050, the price of gasoline is 200 dollars a gallon, a tanker holds 9000 gallons. If you can hijack one, without blowing it up, the total value of the gasoline, minus the truck, $1,8000,000.”
This would be a easy story to write. If you were lazy, you could even do it using “the formula”, well, here it is:
The tanker drivers:
- White, alcoholic, mildly suicidal driver who lost his wife to petroterrorism. (Is he crazy, or just crazy enough?)
- The tough Latina / love interest driver who “don’t take no shit from nobody”. I already love this woman.
- The black guy who is driving the truck to pay for his kid’s kidney transplant. (Beat: he is the one who learns of the plot and tries to warn the other two about the dangers, and is ignored. And the black dude dies, in a fiery explosion. (Get used to fiery explosions.)
This would be a great story, there is nothing like suspense that could be generate on having to drive a 2 million dollar bomb around.
The bad guys.
You start off thinking they are from the Arabian Peninsula. But in reality they are …. duh duh duh…. white dudes.
People like Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney who are hoarding the oil to finance another war to steal more oil to finance another war to steal more oil… ad nauseum.
So the story in three acts, there is an escalation in the number of hijacking of oil tankers, in one of them the black dude dies, latina woman and white dude fall in love, Latina gets kidnapped and then white alcoholic has his epiphany, goes into the belly of the beast and sets everything on fire by driving his truck into something. Bad guys burn. Fade to black.
This is just a rough draft.