Thursday, April 12, 2007

Markets in Everything

Tyler Cowen is not as smart as he thinks he is edition.

Look. If the little AIDSies wanted food bad enough, they'd enter what we call a market. In this case, the relevant market is the lobbying market and its attendant United States Congress. There's a price function here; obviously if the utility the starving children stood to gain by having food exceeded whatever labor cost it took to make enough money to pay lobbyists in the United States to get them food they would do precisely that. Given the uncontroversial presumption of rational actors, one can surmise that working that hard - laboring sufficiently to eat - is worse than death.

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Friday, April 06, 2007

DL suck on my C

Harold Ford Jr., intra-and-inter-party-election-loser and head of the Democratic Leadership Council, guest-blogging at TPM this week, offers this as part of his Joe-Lieberman's-a-Democrat-too campaign in which he plaintively longs for reconciliation between netroots and Emanuelites:
Also, I would remind the DLC critics who believe that we never criticize the Bush administration and support its major domestic and foreign policies that the DLC and its think tank, the Progressive Policy Institute, has published millions of words admonishing the administration on just about every issue.
Setting aside the quality of the writing (Mr. Ford has never claimed to be an academic, having failed the bar exam after graduating from UVA Law); and tabling the eerie similarities between Ford's approach to "fellow Democrats" (i.e. actual Democrats, rather than Democrats who look talk walk speak and shit like Republicans) and his approach to his ostensible foes, Republicans; we'll simply examine the words Ford used. Look closely - Ford reminds those who believe the DLC fails to criticize the Bush administration that the DLC and its think tank have admonished them, like, a lot! Excuse the pedantry, but let's take a look at the definition of admonish:
ad·mon·ish [ad-mon-ish] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –verb (used with object)
1.to caution, advise, or counsel against something.
2.to reprove or scold, esp. in a mild and good-willed manner: The teacher admonished him about excessive noise.
3.to urge to a duty; remind: to admonish them about their obligations.
Tepid, isn't it? Congratulations, DLC, you've managed to chide this administration. Gosh, I bet Dick Cheney was quaking inside under your relentless...counseling. Maybe with just a teensy wee-bit more mild and good-willed reproving we'll be out of Iraq!

So what say I to Harold Ford, Jr.? Well, taking a cue from John McClane...

Asshole? Asshole? I'm not the one who just got butt-fucked in a Senatorial election, Harold. Now you're not being part of the solution, you're part of the fucking problem. Quit being part of the fucking problem. And put the other guy back on.

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Friday, March 23, 2007

More Like Daily Nickel

In their best/worst section, ESPN's Daily Dime is generally rather predictable, singling out name players whose performance the previous night was a couple standard deviations removed from their normal output, in the appropriate direction. Stephon Marbury's inclusion for a 6-22 shooting night is no exception. Dime author Andrew Aryes' snarky tagline, "[w]hen you miss 16 shots, that's not good," would be appropriate, had he not singled out Kobe's 60 point performance for praise. Kobe's 60-points on 20 for 37-shooting, that is. Andrew, (37 - 20) > 16, so is it more worster than missing 16 shots?

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Saturday, March 17, 2007

Presidential Predictions '08

What I'd like to see: Obama over Brownback, with Ralph Nader getting assassinated on the campaign trail and none of the major news outlets reporting it until several days later. After the election, Brownback comes out as gay for a short while before getting cleansed. John McCain is caught in a valium-percocet-alcohol induced semi-coma pissing on the Vietnam Memorial, shouting about the "chinkey-eyed bitch" that produced this "ridiculous wall, which is only harming the morale of the troops and undermining the war effort."

What I think will happen: Obama vs. Romney.

Verdict: Obama wins, but it's much closer than people anticipate after all the major evangelical organizations come out in favor of Romney late in the game.

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Oh Thank You Our Lord Jesus Christ Who Art In Heaven

for providing the whole world with the poetic efforts of J. J. Redick, and thus with a glimpse at your genius as refracted through one man. I quote in full; there is simply nothing else:

July 7, 2004

As I decide to fulfill my life's strategy
The devil insists on trying to battle me
I meet him in an empty field on the high plains
He throws temptations my way to inflict internal pain
Life and death matters, this ain't no game
It's mind over matter, the power of my brain
He thinks I'll give in if my muscles start to strain
He believes I'll submit to the evil of society's frame
And benefit from notoriety's gain
He says I don't have to properly train
and that he'll give me all the fame
and everyone will know my name
But I think he's insane
'Cause I know the truth- to gain is to give
To have pain is to live
So I call on my heavenly Father's name
And slowly watch the thunder and rain subside
I'm finally able to push the temptations aside
I went blow for blow, I went face to face
Now the devil knows, I'm able to escape
Not by a back door or an alternate route
I saw the middle high ground and I ran right through

July 15, 2004

No bandage can cover my scars
It's hard living a life behind invisible bars
Searching for the face of God
I'm only inspired by the poems of Nas
Because the truth has carved my life's patterns
The reality of pain, and the joy of laughter
My hopes and dreams shattered
by the miscalculation of my own situation
It's difficult to keep my nerves patient
Facing the forecast of fears
that none of my peers have ever been faced with
I wanna reach the top floor, but I'm stuck in the basement
With not enough juice to burst through
the chains that have shackled my brain
It seems my dreams have carried me to a separate peace
apart from reality
Society is allowing me to grow into the man I'm destined to become
But how can I move when my entire skeleton is numb?
Numb from the obstacles that I've been given
Suddenly the bars connect to walls
and I find myself contained inside life's prison

September 5, 2004

My life story is read in poetic stages
I was once weak-minded, now I'm courageous
The cause and effect of a thousand actions
The mathematical breakdown of micro-fractions
It's difficult to fathom the coming of the rapture
What if I awoke in an empty pasture?
Suddenly every ounce of passion had been depleted
And all my determination had been defeated
The rain pours, my tears fall
The pain subsides, I stand in awe
A lightning bolt strikes, I feel a sudden energy
Thunder clouds approach, I can't run from destiny
A tornado tears me down, but I will stand again
My life is a hurricane, but I'll weather it to the end

October 2, 2004

Ten minutes pass without a notice
Nine times in my life I've felt hopeless
Eight friends I've lost on purpose
Seven broken bones my skeleton felt were worthless
Six days of work, but only one day of worship
Five ways I feel pain, but that's only on the surface
Four corners of the earth, all touched by God's churches
Three sisters have influenced my poetic verses
Two years that I completely lost focus
One brother for which I wrote this
Ten minutes pass without a notice

November 10, 2004

I can't see what my future has in store
but I move forth with the strength of a condor
The courage of a warrior
The commitment of an American soldier
Despite this weight on my shoulder
my inner forces circulate to form
a nucleus of an unbreakable bond
These words describe the soundtrack to my life's song
My mind and body united like the Colors of Benneton
My destiny isn't told by the creases of my palm
A sharp thorn once cut my soul
The blood flowed
But no bandage would cover the wound
I couldn't help but stare at the distant moon
Waiting for a resolution to come at an instant soon
I asked the Lord, "What am I to do?"
He said, "Son, I made the sky blue
The rain falls because of me
Leaves change colors on a fall tree
I was the inspiration to Martin Luther King
I'm the reason Ray Charles could sing
I've changed others through and through
And my son, I'll do the same to you"

Well I guess we know why JJ's averaging 6ppg. Seems about right.

Right now, Ben Stiller is having sex on my television. The movie is Your Friends and Neighbors, written and directed by LaBute. It's the best movie I've seen in years. The ass-fucking monologue is divine.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Today at Work

there was a small celebration of sorts, which included a few pies. The pies looked a bit worse for the wear, a fact remarked upon by an entering employee. "Wow, who dropped the pies?" he asked, to laughter, before quickly adding, "they're ugly but I'm sure they're delicious."

Standing in the corner, I said, rather too loud, "like children!"

A few people tittered, including one boring girl who shouldn't have but did and then smiled at me because she was so naughty. The pies were tasty and I wanted to kill her.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Today on Captivate

the wonderful elevator news network, I learned that the Mt. Hood survivors stayed alive by making use of such tactics as "exercise and pep talks." Guess the idiots who died last month didn't think of that.

Oh yeah, this group also had an "electronic locator" that "helped" "rescuers" find them.

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Sunday, February 18, 2007

Work Ethic

Mark Buehrle, RP ChiSox, had a terrible second half of the season last year, and so made sincere efforts to improve this offseason. Just ask him:
"I'm excited," Buehrle said before working out on an elliptical machine. "This is the most I've done in an off-season to get prepared. The way I feel and the way I've been throwing bullpen sessions, I'm pretty excited to get going."
Indeed, sounds impressive. Check out the regimen:
Buehrle said he hired a personal trainer this off-season and played catch and long toss more frequently around his hometown of St. Charles, Mo.

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Commercial on Right Wing Television

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Any questions?

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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Super Bowl Whatever

The best play of the game was the first.
The MVP should be Prince.

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Friday, February 02, 2007

Quick Hits

Farah Fawcett beats cancer. What kind? She wouldn't say. This, however, from a credible source:
Her ex, Ryan O'Neal, told People magazine she was being treated for anal cancer.
He's been there many, many times. I believe him.

It was raining lightly earlier; now it is raining harder. It is quite miserable outside, like a remote control whose batteries are running low. You try to change the channel, but you press 2 - 8 - enter and it goes to channel 8 and you curse and press 2 very hard and then press 8 and it goes to channel 228 which is in Spanish, a language you do not know. So now the kid outside is screaming about his bleeding head, which through no fault of yours happened to intersect with the unique if somewhat random flight path of the remote control you threw out the window of your 10th story apartment. You had another remote - doesn't everyone? It had batteries. So you close the window because the kid's screaming coupled with the sirens are drowning out your second watching of last Thursday's Jeopardy - What are the Alien and Sedition Acts? - and you jog your leg as you wait for your food to be delivered. Mmmm...tuna.

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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Blogger Beta

You know it's coming, the day when the option to sign in with your blogger account will suck you in, only to have your blog forcibly ported, officially, to google's servers, necessitating the creation of a new gmail account, etc. So, now you may email kingspawn69@gmail.com in addition to kingspawn@kingspawn.net. Either, or, both, neither, whatever.

Anyway, here're some great pictures of an MLK party some wild and crazy kids threw at Tarleton State University (in Texas).













































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Sunday, January 21, 2007

Perhaps the time has come

to break my habit of providing Andrew "anal-object-oriented" Sullivan snide and generally homophobic nicknames whenever I reference the old salad-tosser. But honestly, when Andrew "my asshole is a bear trap - pun intended!" Sullivan is tossing off doozies like this post...I mean, I have certain limits. Generally 10 mph over on surface streets, 15 - 20 on the freeway; 4 joints and I pass out on the couch; 4 minutes and I ejaculate or just stop out of boredom. Sullivan's obsession du jour is the hijacking of conservatism (one of about a million posts to choose from) he claims to have watched take place; he got so worked up about the whole thing that he fucked a bunch of different men. By fucked a bunch of different men, of course, I mean fucked a whole slew of different men, and, between sessions, wrote a mediocre book on conservatism. Here's Sullivan hawking it; here's Sullivan offering to read any number of reviews of the book and respond; here's the best review out there; I would say here's Sullivan's response, but he never came up with one. Here's something else entirely.

In any case, back to the post at hand. Sully approvingly quotes H. L. Menken:
Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on 'I am not too sure.'
Sully then quotes himself, in rather congratulatory fashion - "here is my version":
"The defining characteristic of the conservative is that he knows what he doesn't know... The first thing to say is that this philosophy is not warmed-over relativism or nihilism. While the fundamentalist knows the truth, the nihilist believes it is an illusion, that nothing is true, and everything is valid. The conservative differs from both. While not denying that the truth exists, the conservative is content to say merely that his grasp on it is always provisional. He may be wrong. He begins with the assumption that the human mind is fallible, that it can delude itself, make mistakes, or see only so far ahead. And this, the conservative avers, is what it means to be human."
Of course, Sullivan has just equated "the truly civilized man" with "the conservative...[the] human," who is neatly opposed to "the fundamentalist." One wonders whether the liberal exists in this formulation, or is simply lumped in with Osama and Hitler. Orwell, whom Sullivan quotes/references with sycophantic regularity, at least cloaked his clumsy political stereotypes in animal hides, providing himself a cute excuse for vague, implicit, and simplistic/fascist prescriptions.

This tendency toward questionable abstraction - which then allows for reinterpretation to no end as the author draws "lessons" from the model he created - fits into Sullivan's general pattern of identifying a particular policy he favors and then arguing for its conservativeness based on a rather inchoate set of arbitrary moralisms and selective- distillations/modernizations/convenient-misreadings of philosophical and religious texts. The result is a mishmash of vague, nearly conflicting policy ideals uneasily rubbing shoulders, constantly agitated by shifts in public opinion, spilled out like so much semen from the anus of an overwrought Brit onto the helpless (if plentiful) tissues of the internet.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Early Indications

are that Ilan's going down tonight on Top Chef. Which sucks, although he's gone a bit crazy in the past week or two. Padma looks good in the leather jacket, but her bangs are parted weird. In any case, if Marcel goes home I'll be happy I guess - the blond, arrogant, overly-artsy/pretentious Stephen was eliminated in this position last season - but Marcel's the primary antagonist this year, while last year after Stephen's elimination Tiffany filled in ably. Nobody remaining (other than Marcel) is truly hateable, and Elia's the only woman, so that leaves Sam/Cliff/Ilan. Sam's the best chef on the show and Cliff's black and has won some events; Ilan's been in the bottom three in like 4 straight events (elimination from 2 episodes ago, both challenges last episode, and totally dissed in the quickfire tonight). Sigh.

UPDATE: Ilan's dish in the elimination challenge was just quite well-received, and Marcel just dropped a cooking pan (ruining a large component of the dish). They just showed a preview of Elia saying "I made a big mistake...I quit." So it looks like one of them's going home.

UPDATE: Marcel's came out ok; he could still go home on teamwork issues. Cliff was a dark horse (lol!) to go home, but Tom's ripping the dish, as is the guest judge, so maybe Cliff. Elia gets ripped for promising and not delivering on a chocolate heart, although the rest was great.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Regarding UCLA's 65-64 defeat over USC at the Galen Center...

Just like football (clap clap clap clap clap) Just like football...

Upon (Repeated) Rewatching

Mr. & Mrs. Smith ranks as the primary cinematic accomplishment of '05.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Talk About a Double Whammy

"Herpes Might Cause Alzheimer's"

I wonder if Ronald Regan had the herps.

Nick Saban is a douchebag, because the Dolphins were close to being good. Now he looks like another college coach who couldn't make it in the big leagues and ran back to school with his tail tucked between his legs. He self-Pitinoed.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

I think we can officially

say that Pat Robertson, for the sake of credibility if nothing else, is rooting for a large-scale terrorist attack on the United States during the latter half of 2007. It's breathtaking how neatly prophecy demands and political thirsts are satisfied in Robertson's world. I'd make a crazy joke, but the crazy thing is how much power this guy wields.

I'd take even money that he's gay. And a rapist.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Wisdom from Men's College Basketball's New Wins King

"Everyone that's been a part of what we've done, has had something to do with this."

--Bob Knight, on circular logic

"You are the best there's ever been. I'm so glad you've been my mentor, you've been my coach and you've been my friend. On behalf of all the players and coaches who've been fortunate enough to be a part of your system, we want to congratulate you on this. It's really not surprising to the guys who played for you or coached with you."

--Mike Krzyzewski, on asshole licking.

funny picture!


These toilets were removed from a bathroom in the subway station of the Vienna opera house because feminists deemed them offensive. I guess reclassifying something that is blatantly sexist and borderline misogynistic "funny-offensive" won't rehabilitate it in the eyes of these people, but urinating in stylized female-mouths prior to a rousing rendition of, say, Lolita, is definitionally funny-offensive, and by that I mean funny.

also, AG and/or MJ, you guys should hit this up tomorrow (today) before you skip town.

also, AG, you left your Nivea for Men Sensitive Skin Shaving Gel at my (newly clean) house, you man you.