Kudos to TechCrunch’s Devin Coldewey for a sensible and important conceptual arrangement of the media ecosystem in his piece “Real Time, Real Discussion, Real Reporting: Choose Two“. It confirms that it’s okay to deeply hate each of the legs of the tripod for their failings, that there is no “new media” and dissemination of non-news as news isn’t the end of news, it’s the end of news cycles. (Link swiped from Andy Lester.)
Archive for November, 2009
RW370 gets a lot of traffic from searches on “David Yow“, which means I feel kind of extra-compelled to repeat reports that Mr. David Yow may have broken a rib during the second encore at last night’s Jesus Lizard show in Chicago. Eyewitness accounts say that a bit of crowd surfing went badly and dropped the often-pantsless greatest singer ever to the floor from an injurious height. An ambulance was sighted outside the club.
Best wishes to Mr. Yow! Are these reports correct and complete? Will he quickly recover? Will my tickets for tonight’s Jesus Lizard show become collector’s items?
UPDATE: I got an email from TJL’s manager relating that David’s injury is a rib contusion, producing a lot of pain, but nothing more serious, and that “The intention is to continue with tonight’s show but you won’t see him in the crowd.” Not for the first time, anesthetic wishes are extended from these pages to Mr. David Yow and his oft-battered chest cavity.
You can’t make up this stuff. Mary Matalin, weathered GOP strategist casually lets it slip that life on the Republican national campaign trail is a great place for a gal to get smacked in the mouth – and that’s just dandy with her.
Comedy is dying before our eyes. Case in point: the Libertarian boobs at the Mises Institute are actually endorsing the stateless state of affairs in Somalia, honest to shit. No, really. That’s so funny, it’s not funny, which makes it funny, even though it’s not funny. There must be big bowls of khat on the conference tables in the Howard Roark Pavilion at Mises.
I really enjoyed Christopher Ketcham‘s recent piece on ex-CIA spy Bob Baer, upon whom the George Clooney film Syriana is based. Baer’s an eyewitness to the institutional absurdities of the Agency and by extension, US foreign policy and the recent privatization mania infecting the Beltway. He’s also an author I plan on reading, starting with his reflections on Saudi-US mutual exploitation Sleeping With The Devil. From the interview on his days in the field, Baer lays it out:
Tradecraft was the key. You learned to dodge surveillance and to run surveillance. You learned how to tap phones and to make sure you weren’t tapped. You learned about the enemy’s weapons, battle plans, the latest technologies. You devoured books, a CIA man devoting himself as a regional scholar. You learned to use the toys of the trade, weird poisons like “Who, Me?”, which makes the victim smell literally like shit for days, the stench seeping from his pores. You used standard-issue James Bond items like microdots, photographic negatives reduced to the size of a period on a page, and you learned stegonography, the art of caching data inside photographs. You learned disguises. Baer thought highly of the Diamond-Tooth Disguise – a false diamond incisor in your smile-line and “the only thing people remember about you is that diamond.” You learned covers for action and covers for status, the latter being the big picture explanation for why you’re in-country. Most often your cover for status is that you work in some capacity for the US embassy, a day job shuffling paper (Baer, like all CIA case officers, is constrained by lifetime contract with the CIA from revealing his status covers over the years).
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WWII USAAF pilot and trumpeter Col. Jack Teuller (ret.) tells a war story of how music preempted killing one night in Normandy. Even if it may be, as are so many stories told in uniform, bullshit, it’s beautiful bullshit.
One can only hope that a similar tale may one day be told by a veteran from our Middle East adventures. Perhaps a poppy-growing sniper in Afghanistan will be soothed and disarmed by hooking an iPod to a Humvee PA system to blast the Insane Clown Posse, leading to a tearful thug-hug.
What’s this on the House floor? Common sense. Comparative numbers. Simple realities. Get out of Afghanistan.