picture from here.
Just out of curiosity: Is the shortened final season of 30 Rock coming back in the fall, or as a mid-season thing again?
This morning I walked into work and said something to one of my co-workers along the lines of, “So, is your life any better now that Osama is dead?” She looked at me said, “OMG, the President is dead?” And I said, “Huh? What? No. NO. Osama. Bin Laden!” And then she squinted, looked at me curiously, and said, “What the fuck are you talking about?” Just then another co-worker held up the front page of the newspaper which had a huge picture of the deceased terrorist mastermind on it and a massive headline that said “BIN LADEN DEAD.” Or maybe it said “BIN LADEN KILLED.” Honestly, I can’t remember anymore. But the headline was huge.
A week ago I said to a friend: “Dealing with your enemies is simple and easy. The best way to combat them is to simply make friends with them. Make friends with them so hard that it hurts.”
It’s so weird to me still that one of the time I felt most unified with this crazy, amazing, fucked up country was on 9/11. The wost metaphor I could use here would be: It’s like that girlfriend, the one who’s really fucking amazing, if a little weird, and way too good for you, and you just treat her like shit. She should really quit you and your bullshit. You just don’t appreciate her and for some reason she just won’t leave you. And you don’t realize how important she really is to you until someone else threatens here. Some clarity only comes to us on the precipice of great and terrible disaster. Life is funny like that.
Part of me is glad that Bin Laden wasn’t captured and forced to answer for his crimes to us and to the world in person, though I would have wanted that, of course. Part of me was glad to hear that this was finally over, that everyone who had been wounded by the tragedies that seemed to be dialed up at this man’s fingertips can now crawl just one more inch ever so slowly and painfully into the past. I wouldn’t really call this “justice “though because, well, there is no such thing as justice. Scales aren’t balanced because Bin Laden is dead. His life will never ever begin to be equal in worth to those lost on 9/11 or those who have put on an military uniform and defended a certain set of ideals and beliefs that we all take for granted every single minute. America is a brilliant, beautiful idea, but not a perfect one, and it can be hurt and it can be dented, but it’ll always be stronger than some cheap thug, no matter where he lives, no matter what he looks like, no matter what he worships. It can only be killed by those who give up on the idea, or who sell it out bit by bit in the name of “freedom.”
The death of what we consider to be an evil man on the other side of the world doesn’t bring back all those special people that we lost but hopefully it helps some people to breathe easier. Hopefully it reminds us why those people were special to us and hopefully we never forget what they meant to us. I’d like to say that hopefully it makes us appreciate each moment we have on this planet all that much more, but we should’ve been doing that long before now, and of course should continue doing that to the moment we draw our last breath. Hopefully someone like Bin Laden will never ever come close to challenging that idea every again.
I’ll admit to being conflicted or just confused about this news and how I should be feeling, but I’m lucky. Lucky to be here, lucky to be typing this in the land of the free, home of the brave. I’m lucky that I didn’t lose anyone ten years ago on that strange September day or in the fights and wars that followed. Who Osama Bin Laden is and what all of this means is something for you to decide. I can tell you that I don’t view this man’s death as closure, but honestly, I won’t look down on anyone who gets it from this news.
Thank you, mom. Thank you, God. Thank you, Barack Obama. Thank you, Donald Trump (with your stupid ass hair and head full of shit). Thank you, Pakistan. Thank you, India! Thank you, everyone who’s ever stood up for what they believed in and put that belief above themselves. Thank you, Bill Murray. Thank you, internet jokesters and “expert thinkers.” Thank you, Doctor Who. Thank you to the moon and to The Onion, both. Thank you, mainstream media. Thank you, “Mission Accomplished.” Thank you, those who agree with me, and thank you to those who would never agree with me in a million years. Thank you, Jack Donaghy, and thank you, Condoleezza Rice and thank you, Margaret Cho (for guest starring on 30 Rock). Thank you, strange new/old world that has such people in it. Thank you, post-Now. Thank you to everyone who thinks this matters and everyone who knows that it really doesn’t. Thank you to all those who never forget and especially thank you to those who are doomed to remember.
The terrorists are always winning. And the terrorists are always losing. And the battle will keep raging and hopefully we’ll never forget what we’re fighting for or who we should actually be fighting.
Well, because the story’s not over and the dream is never ending.
And like PKD said, Maybe the Empire never ended?
Like fake MLK said, “I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy.”
It’s been over 24 hours now and tonight when I go to bed I’ll be thinking the same thing I was thinking last night, “Okay, so Osama’s dead. And what will tomorrow look like?”
It seems like the theme of Sunday’s Grammys were “I don’t know who this person is.”
The most British movie ever.
The Machinist‘s Brad Anderson to adapt J.G. Ballard’s Concrete Island, starring Christian Bale.
Robots to get their own internet.
You can buy the new Radiohead album this Saturday!
PLAY The Great Gatsby for NES.
Sex, drugs, and cannibalism: the Chilean miners’ story.
Hello! And RIP Uncle Leo.
House group proposes shifting Earth science funds to manned spaceflight.
This guy will buy you breakfast if you can explain Lost to him.
The science of heartlessness.
Michel Gondry is adapting Philip K. Dick’s Ubik.
Michael Moorcock on J. G. Ballard.
What makes black holes so black?
Crystal Renn addresses her weight loss and maintaining plus-size model status.
The Criterion Collection is on Hulu Plus (and so is your mom).
Americans know so little about the bible.
Also: Aaron Sorkin to guest as himself on 30 Rock.
“We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind — mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery, the increasing blurring and intermingling of identities within the realm of consumer goods, the preempting of any free or original imaginative response to experience by the television screen. We live inside an enormous novel. For the writer in particular it is less and less necessary for him to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer’s task is to invent the reality.”
-J. G. Ballard
The sun unleashed a huge solar flare towards the Earth.
CBS News’ Lara Logan hospitalized after sexual assault in Egypt.
Living towers made of humans.
Hans Zimmer promises that the score for The Dark Knight Rises will be both “epic” and “iconic.”
Also, 1 in 5 films coming out in 2011 will be sequels.
Click here to see the beginning of something wonderful.
Natalie Portman cries a lot.
Who makes shittier movies, Guy Ritchie or Zack Snyder?
by Jason Brockert, from here.
Pakistan issues arrest warrent for Pervez Musharraf.
There’s a DuckTales comic coming out. How awesome is that?
Twitter, translations, and the new geopolitics.
The Onion’s AV Club interviews PJ Harvey.
You rock, rock.
Why I want to fuck J. G. Ballard.
Maria Bello a reasonable replacement for Helen Mirren in the unnecessary remake of Prime Suspect?
An underground village in France where people lived for hundreds of years.
Jeff Mangum is touring.
Billy Ray Cyrus blames the Devil and David Lynch for his problems.
Facebook’s growing web of frenemies.
Michael Emerson to star in Person Of Interest, the CBS pilot from J.J. Abrams and Jonah Nolan about predicting/fighting future crime.
Pitchfork gave the new Mogwai album a 6.6.
Top 10 famous people who didn’t actually exist.
Donnie Darko‘s Richard Kelly to do a normal, traditional thriller next.
There’s a campaign to replace the N-word in Huckleberry Finn with “robot.”
“I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that’s my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again … the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.”
-J. G. Ballard
I like and respect Jill Thompson’s visual take on Wonder Woman.
Speaking of which, Adrianne Palicki is the new Wonder Woman (in that David E. Kelley TV pilot).
…and here is the audition tape for Tanit Phoenix, who didn’t get the role, that shows how obsessed the pilot script seems to be with breasts.
Iain Sinclair on J.G. Ballard’s favorite artwork.
The underage cast of MTV’s Skins pose in their skimpies in Elle. Now go crazy, people.
The age of consent around the world.
“The businessmen drink my blood just like the kids in art school said they would…”
The guy who was raised by cats.
From the internet:
The difference between the US version of Skins and the UK version of Skins.
How to use eHOW to turn yourself into a comedic force to be reckoned with.
“Brooklyn style, bitch!”
Bond is back.
by Kelly Reemtsen, from here.
The Day The Universe Came and other incredibly amazing and erotic pulp science fiction book covers.
The afterlife of David Foster Wallace.
What really happened to Endor when they ganked the Death Star?
Twitter’s response to the WikiLeaks subpoena should be the industry standard.
FYI: The Prisoner is probably still my favorite show ever.
Meg Ryan and John (Cougar!) Mellencamp are dating and that’s a little too much for me to handle this early in the new year.
Kepler spacecraft finds hot, distant planet.
An infographic history of the Batmobile.
via Boing Boing.
Mona Lisa landscape mystery finally “solved.”
People can build bombs out of anything. Including vibrators.
The Counterforce post with the best pictures.
Myspace cuts half it’s staff in half.
Here’s 12 ways to spot a cheat.
Literal New Yorker cartoon captions.
What would Jesus do about sex trafficking?
There’s going to be another Neil LaBute movie, this time starring Brendan Fraser.
Did Kanye steal Dr. Dog’s music video?
Also, Kanye got his album cover banned on purpose. Sigh.
Atmosphere’s self-cleaning capacity surprisingly stable.
I really like this mash up between Doctor Who and Dr. Seuss.
Ghostbusters meets Inception.
The eurotrash and their monetary destiny.
The ALA’s Youth Media Award winners.
Grant Morrison’s 2002 performance piece for Steve Cook.
Charlize Theron to star in Ridley Scott’s Alien prequel?
Visualizing the deletion process on Wikipedia.
Interesting photos: The photo that Anna Wintour famously axed from Vogue and Wastelands by Dan Dubowitz.
Climate change to last a millennium. Deal with it.
NASA called 2012 the most flawed sci fi film ever.
Transcending the human, DIY style.
Four new/upcoming movies presented with practically no comment…
1. Hall Pass.
Coming out in early 2011, directed by the Farrelly brothers (Jesus, remember them?), and starring Owen Wilson, SNL’s Jason Sudeikis, Jenna Fischer, Christina Applegate, Alyssa Milano, Vanessa Angel, Joy Behar, and Stephen Merchant. Your new ridiculous phrase: “monogamy time out.” Brilliant.
2. The appropriately titled Friends With Benefits.
Due to be released in the middle of next year and starring Justin Timberlake, Mila Kunis, Emma Stone (one of the current new It Girls), Woody Harrelson, and Patricia Clarkson.
Oh, and I just noticed that the red band trailer is now online.
Not to be confused with the mid-season replacement TV show starring Ryan Hansen from Party Down.
3. The Freebie.
The only non “romantic comedy” in the traditional sense on this list, but something from the mumblecore school, starring Dax Shepard and writer/director Katie Aselton. You can find a short scene from the film here.
Directed by Ivan Reitman and starring Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher. Talk about beauty and the I don’t give a shit about watching this guy. Also featuring Olivia Thirlby, Greta Gerwig, Cary Elwes, Mindy Kaling, and Ludacris.
Is this a hip and interesting trend in movies, one that you are desperate to see?
And, Hollywood, if you’re out there, I totally have an idea for a screenplay combining your love of hip and naughty things that young people do such as FWBing that also combines your other favorite topics of over-saturation (example: time travel and vampires). Just give me a call and write me a check and we’ll print up some money.
Are “masters of the universe” born or bred?
Weezer offered $10 million to split up.
Natalie Portman to offer “gratuitous nudity” in what is not but certainly sounds like it would be a sequel to Pineapple Express.
(But that still doesn’t tell us who she’s fucking these days, does it?)
The musical farewell to Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse.
Angelina Jolie’s Bosnian rape romance.
Making sense of The Shallows.
Aaron Sorkin responds to a blog commenter about The Social Network‘s misogyny.
Best Coast and Deerhoof to guest on the new Go! Team album.
Who is the biggest drunk on Mad Men?
Look at this fucking article about hipsters.
“A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.”
-Jorge Luis Borges, from Dreamtigers.
The Soviets’ secret, failed moon program.
Those lovable scamps in ICP are actually hardcore Christians. Whatever.
Brett Ratner and Eddie Murphy.
You have the right to go topless.
Don’t forget that Mad Men‘s season finale is tomorrow night!
A reminder that those World Of Warcraft nerds are still fucking perverts.
One-way mirrors and social media “stalking.”
Of course one of the 33 Chilean miners was having an affair!
Hollywood needs to turn towards Warren Ellis and Grant Morrison.
The ballad of Mick and Keith.
Yesterday was 23 things and today it’ll be shorter, though not necessarily sweeter, with a mere five things…
Oh, that Nic Cage. Amazing and strange as usual. And totally an animal lover.
2. Molly Lambert’s piece about Tina Fey/Jon Hamm on This Recording today. It’s a wonderful, honed bit on comedians and characters and gender politics and objectification, and it’s brilliant. And aside from that, as she frequently is, so is Molly Lambert, who stands out amongst most internet writers for me in that she writes in quick bursts of sharp, insightful thought on a subject, but also survives in the long form where as so many other writers on the interwebz only seem to generate a few decent pull quotes to be linked to and reblogged ad nauseam. She tackles issues both old and new in a fresh way, in a smart way but one that’s also accessible to all the various levels of the hoi polloi, and she has that quality that you loathsomely envy: She writes in a way that feels like it’s resonating both with the thoughts you had on an issue, but are always worded better through her view on the matter, or, more honestly, she says the things you wish you were thinking/saying.
3. Praising Molly Lambert isn’t exactly a new thing, nor should it be, but the post about Jon Hamm/Tina Fey/Don Draper/Liz Lemon is really that good. And I love that it tackles how weird these characters are in so many ways, but refreshingly weird, but also that these are sex symbols for smart people, or for anyone with eyes, sure, but also for us sapiosexuals in the audience as well.
And she mentions something that I’ve never thought of before, but the idea that masculinity is basically a performance, not just between “bros,” I wouldn’t think, but in general. All the world’s a stage, I suppose, and all the men and women on that stage are players in a game of some sort. Especially those of us with the Y chromosome, which I feel. I mean, it’s not something I really considered before, though I kind of did, but now I really feel it. Never mind, that sounds stupid, but you get what I’m saying?
3A. Can we ever talk about just how fucking weird Jon Hamm the real life person seems? I kind of love the impression that I’ve gotten that he’s the exact opposite of Don Draper, not stupid (but more than a little dorky maybe)(but endearingly dorky, you know?), of course, but closer to his character on 30 Rock. Is Don Draper the ultimate vista to the wider landscape of manhood?
4. This article here from the BBC, about how scientists have made a breakthrough in “artificial life,” developing the world’s first synthetic living cell. I saw this at work today and shared it with this guy that comes in sometimes, my local atheist friend. He and I have bonded over the years over our hatred of intolerance towards scientific exploration and a favoring of antiquated notions like “organized religion” instead of advancement of all the wonderful aspects of the human race. This phenomenon reached something of a fever pitch during a particularly turbulent period in our country called “The Bush years.”
Anyway, so my atheist friend and I were talking about all of this as we tend to do and laughing and riffing on it and basically griping about how science (especially things dealing with like stem cells, for example) is held back or considered not interesting in America or, my favorite, the work of the Devil. We had a good laugh about that, talking about science as “the work of the Devil,” and because I have a vivid imagination, I literally imagined a guy who looks like this…
…in charge of a lab somewhere, ordering scientists around, approving budgets, and demanding more breakthroughs. “We’re trying to save them, but they refuse to see!” the Devil would say (as I said in my beast throaty demon voice), shaking his cloven hoof/fist angrily, and then they head into the break room to celebrate the birthday of one of the girls in the geophysics department, ha ha.
5. Today I had to make a nearly impossible decision, but also an incredibly mundane one. All the same, it was a tough one. It was the eternal debate of which movie to watch over my lunch break, and the choices came down to…
But I do like them both. I appreciate them both. And, well, I kind of hate both as well. But I put it to you, gentle readers, before I say which one I picked, I’m a bit curious, which would you have picked? Metaphorically, the lady or the tiger?