• [A] perspective that seems to have all bad things springing sui generis from the lunar face of Ronnie Reagan or the stroke-victim jaw of George W. Bush […] magnifies the manifold weaknesses of the progressive analysis. They see some bank taking a house without proper documentation, and it suggests to them that Barack Obama should call for a “moratorium on foreclosures.” But of course the issue isn’t foreclosure at all, which is merely a minor current symptom. The question is ownership. The question is who has a right to his possessions in general in this society. Who owns what? And more importantly, who, or what, owns whom?

    —Who Is IOZ?: Goodbye, click that, so and so, you’re an island and on your own.

  • Seeing Republicans win doesn’t make me happy, but seeing Democrats lose doesn’t make me unhappy. Therefore, I give you Jello Biafra in 1991. Some of the names are even the same.

  • Of course, there are practical issues in marking this most solemn and Catholic holiday. Some pious folk insist on dressing their children only as saints or angels. This works very well for girls up to the age of ten and boys too young to pronounce the word “lame.” It’s cute for parents to doll their children up as friars like St. Francis or nuns like St. Therese, but the kids know perfectly well they’re being cheated: This holiday, the night before the Feast of All Saints, has always been our way of confronting the eerie, appalling fact of death – the uncertainty of our individual fates, our powerlessness before the scythe that cuts down the just and unjust alike. We want – we need – to face these fears, to play on the brink of the abyss, to shudder in “haunted” houses and whistle by the graveyard.

    —My High Holy Day (via Eve Tushnet)

  • I needed a job. A straight job, that could provide me with any kind of stability. Badly. So when I saw a Craigslist posting for a Web Editor position — something with which I’d had some experience — at National A-1 Advertising (an almost comically innocuous moniker), I sent off my stuff and hoped for the best. Not long after, I got a call to come in for an interview. I was ecstatic — I’d been living on mac and cheese for so long, I would have jumped at any job, pretty much. I put on a shirt and tie and got ready to go back on the grid.

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    :::Philebrity…media, culture, music and more::: » Blog Archive » Joey Sweeney’s True Tales Of Editorial Angst: I Worked At HotMovies!

    Good Joey Sweeney.

  • One of these people has an unexpected audience.