Rants, ramblings, ravings and other ammunition used to wage the only war worth fighting; the war against the imagination
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Stellar production, problematic play at the Chance Theater
July 23, 2013
The Counting Crows at the Pacific Amphitheater in Costa MEsa
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January 30, 2013
Here is the link to this week’s review in OC Weekly of Jean Genet’s play, “The Balcony.”
January 23, 2013
Journalism, Politics, Rantings and ravings Aldous Huxley, Breaking Bad, fermented beers, George Orwell, Jim Morrison, Joel Beers, joel beers blog, Michael Shamus Wilses, Neil Postman, Patton Oswalt, police state, Sly and the Family Stone Leave a comment
Now, most people familiar with the song realize that, lyrically, it smells like the combination of long hair, unwashed bodies, patchouli (which Patton Oswalt equates with the aroma of a hobo fucking a pile of dirt) and reefer of the counter culture: ladies with mustaches, the silver of your spoon tarnishing and your Sunday School lessons meaning nothing. Just a groovy, power to the people, let’s all love one another kind of deal. (unfortunately, Sly kind of turned out on the flip side of the hippie dream
But others, looking at the song title alone, will undoubtedly agree: someone is watching you. All the time. It’s Big Brother, with all of its chilling Orwellian, dystopian overtones (although as Neil Postman eloquently argued 30 years ago, we’re far closer to a drug-addled Huxlyean world than Orwells’). It’s the Police State. Your government, being something separate from you, being something that is your enemy, as opposed to an extension of yourself and your common citizens, is watching you. Intently.
If you’re in the latter camp,if you really fear that Big Brother is truly watching you, I have one question:
What are you doing that’s so motherfucking important?
I mean, really, if you’re doing something that you don’t want the government to see, it must be fucking awesome! Are you building a time machine in your garage? Are you feeding Kimba caviar and pate? Are you thisclose to cracking the code to the Philosopher’s Stone?
Yes, i know you believe passionately in privacy and being left alone and all that bedrock foundation of the U.S. Constitution stuff that really is important–when it’s not being appropriated by extremist nutjobs who sense a gun-grab in every sneeze from Lady Liberty’s nose–and i agree that government surveillance of citizens and out-of-control law enforcement agencies that fail to serve and protect (HELLO FULLERTON!!!) are serious issues that need to be addressed, but only in rational, reasoned daylight, not the dark halls and shadowy corridors that the paranoid conspiracy fringers spin their webs in.
But, really, if you are doing something so secretive, so sexy, so underground, so mysterious, that you don’t want the government to see what you’re doing, all i ask of this: be a real American and make money out of it. Upload some videos to
YouTube, start your own on-line subscription service. Whatever. Just get some kicks out of your peculiar obsession before the whole shithouse goes in flames.
Me? I’ll be sitting in my living room with the windows wide open just grooving to Sly…