Last night’s concert was a notable for the energy and the easy informality that all three bands brought to the stage. I had the impression that a lot of the band members were still at the “holy-fuck-we’re-on-a-REAL-stage-and-playing-in-front-of-LIVE-people!” stage of their careers. The Go! Team was especially fun to watch. It’s impossible to reproduce the sampling and mixing that’s present on the studio version of the album, but they know how to shape their songs for a live audience. We were even treated to a few cuts that aren’t on the album (“Ice Storm” was especially good). It will be interesting to see this band again in a year or two. Will their music still be as upbeat or will they try for something darker and more menacing? And what will be the first television show or film to incorporate their music into a soundtrack?
I have tickets to see The Go! Team at First Avenue, so I’ll try posting a longer entry later. But before I go:
Is it wrong to grin and maniacally rub your hands while reading the news?
Somewhere in Georgetown, a woman named Harriet Miers is curled up on her sofa in her spartan but meticulously clean 1-bedroom apartment, tears silently streaming down her face as she watches a tape of the President announcing her SCOTUS nomination. She rewinds the tape again and again, basking in the blue glow of past glory, the fleeting apotheosis of decades of concerted ass-kissing and kowtowing. And now it’s gone. All gone.
If Miers had a public history of being a loud and proud right-wing zealot, she would have survived the confirmation process. If she had a CV that illustrated a long and rich career of Constitutional litigation and scholarship, she would have survived the confirmation process. She had neither, and that’s what killed her. Now we wait and see whether the next nominee will trigger holy war or not.
The Village Voice had a recent article on disability studies and how the field is gradually gaining recognition in colleges and universities. I’m not sure why the Voice treats this a new development. There have been several well-known scholars who have written extensively on disability theory for many years. I have mixed feelings about identity studies in general; there seems to be a lot of time spent navel-gazing while not really engaging with society in an effort to create change. But a desire for a better society that is grounded in the theory and history of a group’s oppression can be a powerful thing. Since people with disabilities inhabit every circle of society, it would make more sense for disability not to exist as a separate academic ghetto, but instead it should infiltrate other fields such as literature, the social sciences, etc. Others might disagree with me, but we spend so much time fighting for inclusion that it seems counterintuitive to create a wall around our own academic playground.
Lifehacker is a kind of self-improvement blog for geeks. It offers little bits of advice on things like how to do your own podcast or where to find an especially useful Firefox extension. About a week ago, they featured a clever article distinguishing between television and television programs. In summary, plopping yourself in front of the television and randomly flipping through channels is bad. Using your television as a monitor for specific content (whether a DVD or a TiVo’d program stripped of ads) is okay. Which is a relief, considering that the latter describes how I use my own television. But I do need to get out of the habit of having it on as I get ready in the morning. There’s something about starting your day watching various items of bad news scroll across the bottom of a screen as the pretty anchorwoman chirps happily about the latest technology fad that is jarringly absurd.
I’ve been ruminating over Time Magazine’s list of the 100 best English-language novels from 1923-present (of which I’ve read about 15%). It’s a curious list. I was surprised to see two thematically similar SF novels (Neuromancer and Snow Crash), along with two fantasy classics (you can probably guess which ones). It’s nice to see the genres getting some love, but I might have picked someone like Bradbury over Stephenson. A lot of the selections are relatively recent, as well. Never Let Me Go was released just this year, while White Teeth and The Blind Assassin were published in the last five. And to not include anything by John Irving seems negligent almost to the point of criminality.
Lists like this are silly, anyway. It’s impossible to pick 100 books and declare them artistically superior to all of their peers; such declarations being inherently subjective and more than a little arbitrary. But I’m curious to know what other works you think should have been included in the list. It might give me some ideas for my next book run.
I was also going to mention that I ran into my Con Law professor when I was at the Law School on Friday. I was impressed that he was able to call me by name, considering that he’s probably had a few hundred additional students in the intervening eight years. For a brief instant, I thought he might ask me to explain the difference between rational basis review and strict scrutiny and my palms got all sweaty, but I was able to talk myself down without anyone noticing my momentary panic.
The Harriet Miers jokes were also flying at the symposium, both from the left and the right. If Miers wants to have any chance of getting through the confirmation hearings, she’d better start putting pen to paper and charm the Judiciary Committee members with some of her trademark eloquence. “Dear Senator Specter, you are the best Senator EVER! You are the smartest man I know (who isn’t President). Pennsylvania is blessed. Much Admiration, H. P.S. Can you recommend any good books on Constitutional law? This is a little embarrassing, but I kind of had to fake it when you asked me about the Griswald (sp?) case. Won’t happen again, promise.”
Yesterday, I attended a symposium on the Supreme Court and one of the presenters was the Chief Inquisitor of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy: Ken Starr. Much to my astonishment, he does not have horns growing out of his forehead and his eyes do not glow with a sinister red light. These last few years at Pepperdine must have mellowed him out some. In fact, he has a very polished speaking manner similar to those narrators of books on tape. I, for one, would pay good money to hear Ken Starr do an uncensored reading of Valley of the Dolls.
It’s been a busy day and I have a few things to share, but I’m leaving soon to see North Country with a friend. If I’m feeling ambitious when I get home, I’ll post again.
If I do ever find myself in a senior management role in a government agency, please, someone, do not let my assistant write embarrassing (and badly spelled) e-mails about me. The career staff at FEMA must be reading these disclosures about former director Mike Brown’s aloof incompetence with a mixture of relief and shame. At least these revelations are being publicly aired, but the agency’s image and reputation has already been badly damaged. Jesus, couldn’t have someone at least told the guy that it might be a better idea to grab a bite at McDonald’s? What exactly does this Administration have against anything resembling meritocracy? It’s fine to appoint people who supported you back in the day, but shouldn’t those people have some demonstrated skill, some evidence of expertise in managing complex, changing situations? Maybe it’s the fact that Bush himself is the personification of mediocrity, and so he feels most comfortable around other people of mediocre skills. Maybe it’s the fact that he still has a knee-jerk disdain for bright, insightful people that probably goes back to his frat-boy days. Sure, he has a few genuinely brilliant people in his inner circle (like Rice and Rove), but in general he seems to value loyalty over capability. And that’s okay if you’re mayor of a confederacy of dunces. But it’s not okay when you’re the President of the United States.
