First of all, I would like to apologize. No one really wants to hear any more about Sarah Palin now that the election's done, and everyone hopes that she'll go away, but the truth is that she's still the governor of Alaska, and there's not a snowball's chance in hell she won't be on the Republican ticket for at least the 2012 primaries, so I might as well keep building evidence against her and her stupid family.
I just read an article from my favorite journalistic source, People, and it's something I would like to share with you all. My favorite two passages:
"You need to know that both Levi and Bristol are working their butts off to parent and going to school and working at the same time," Palin told PEOPLE in a phone message Wednesday. "They are certainly not high school dropouts."
Let's examine. First off: "... Palin told PEOPLE in a phone message..." What? Does she spend her time calling news outlets to report family news? Was this call solicited? Who the fuck does that?
Two: "You need to know that..." You need to know? Who the fuck does this woman think she is? Her stupidly-named daughter gets herself knocked up by her high school dropout boyfriend and everyone needs to hear all about it?
Oh, wait, "They are certainly not high school dropouts." Well that's good. Except for this little gem, found a mere four paragraphs later:
"Levi, also 18, told the AP in October that he had left high school to enroll in an apprenticeship program training him as an electrician."
I'm going to need to check on this, but I'm pretty sure leaving high school before you finish qualifies you as a dropout. By definition.
Oh well, what do I know? I'm not the governor of Alaska.
UPDATE!
Shockingly enough, these people are still ludicrous.
Favorite quote: "He has to do everything by the book now"
1.03.2009
12.21.2008
what the hell is all this white shit?
Seattle has a temperate climate. It's wet, sure, but everybody knows that the temperature holds fast at around 40 degrees all winter, effectively preventing all that snowy goodness that seems to exist in other parts of the country.
This year the system broke down. Seattle has had snow on the ground since last Saturday, and a flurry of recent -- I apologize in advance -- flurries has left about a foot and a half of powder.
This is a huge problem. On the east coast, or in Minnesota or some place like that, a foot and a half of snow is no big deal. They salt the roads, get out the snowplows, and all the streets are clean by 6 am. The City of Seattle has precisely 27 snowplows to service the entire city. They do not stock up on salt or sand, and Seattle is probably the second-most-hilly city in the U.S.
Basically, we're fucked. Half of all roads are completely closed, no one knows how to drive, and I'm stuck in the house.
The best part, though, is that it's supposed to warm up just in time to have our usual rainy Christmas.
Happy Holidays, everyone! And happy first night of Hanukkah, Jews!
This year the system broke down. Seattle has had snow on the ground since last Saturday, and a flurry of recent -- I apologize in advance -- flurries has left about a foot and a half of powder.
This is a huge problem. On the east coast, or in Minnesota or some place like that, a foot and a half of snow is no big deal. They salt the roads, get out the snowplows, and all the streets are clean by 6 am. The City of Seattle has precisely 27 snowplows to service the entire city. They do not stock up on salt or sand, and Seattle is probably the second-most-hilly city in the U.S.
Basically, we're fucked. Half of all roads are completely closed, no one knows how to drive, and I'm stuck in the house.
The best part, though, is that it's supposed to warm up just in time to have our usual rainy Christmas.
Happy Holidays, everyone! And happy first night of Hanukkah, Jews!
12.17.2008
omfg videos!
A number of people (okay, one person and my mom) have pointed out that I don't update this blog nearly enough to keep everyone's interest. This is true. I apologize, and will do my best to update more often.
But for now, let me present the first ever videos on the hurwitz. Both made for my music video/commercial class. Enjoy.
But for now, let me present the first ever videos on the hurwitz. Both made for my music video/commercial class. Enjoy.
11.18.2008
yes, it is
Last Wednesday, the USC College Republicans sent a letter to the Daily Trojan that made me so furious I couldn't focus on anything else until I had come up with an appropriate response. So after a few minutes of thinking, I wrote a reply and fired it back to the DT.
Today, they published it. Apparently. I say "apparently", because although I've received a few scattered "nice letter"s and "good job"s, the link on the DT's website goes to a letter to the editor espousing the virtues of classical opera. Or something. I didn't read the whole thing.
So I've decided to publish it on the internet myself. The letter went something like this:
"I am deeply disappointed in the attitude expressed by the USC College Republicans in Wednesday’s Daily Trojan, which frames Proposition 8 as purely a political issue. The USC College Republicans claim that many Proposition 8 supporters “actually support gay marriage.” If this is true, those people disgust me more than those who can at least be honest about their bigotry.
If you want to vote against judicial activism, start gathering signatures to create a proposition against judicial activism. Don’t deny a minority group rights because you want to stick it to those pesky liberal judges. A vote “yes” on Proposition 8 was a vote to eliminate the rights of a minority group, and I consider this bigoted no matter the rationalization.
Civil rights are not political. They are politicized, certainly, but I was brought up with the idea that all Americans, regardless of gender, race, background, socio-economic class, political affiliation, and even sexual orientation should be treated as equals under the law.
It doesn’t matter if 52.5%, 61%, or 100% of Californians voted to ban gay marriage – it’s still a civil rights violation. It doesn’t matter if its supporters are liberal or conservative – it’s still a civil rights violation. Supporting Proposition 8 isn’t supporting anything except a state-sanctioned right to discriminate against a minority.
And telling opponents of Proposition 8 that they should stop protesting a violation of their civil rights is – frankly – un-American."
Today, they published it. Apparently. I say "apparently", because although I've received a few scattered "nice letter"s and "good job"s, the link on the DT's website goes to a letter to the editor espousing the virtues of classical opera. Or something. I didn't read the whole thing.
So I've decided to publish it on the internet myself. The letter went something like this:
"I am deeply disappointed in the attitude expressed by the USC College Republicans in Wednesday’s Daily Trojan, which frames Proposition 8 as purely a political issue. The USC College Republicans claim that many Proposition 8 supporters “actually support gay marriage.” If this is true, those people disgust me more than those who can at least be honest about their bigotry.
If you want to vote against judicial activism, start gathering signatures to create a proposition against judicial activism. Don’t deny a minority group rights because you want to stick it to those pesky liberal judges. A vote “yes” on Proposition 8 was a vote to eliminate the rights of a minority group, and I consider this bigoted no matter the rationalization.
Civil rights are not political. They are politicized, certainly, but I was brought up with the idea that all Americans, regardless of gender, race, background, socio-economic class, political affiliation, and even sexual orientation should be treated as equals under the law.
It doesn’t matter if 52.5%, 61%, or 100% of Californians voted to ban gay marriage – it’s still a civil rights violation. It doesn’t matter if its supporters are liberal or conservative – it’s still a civil rights violation. Supporting Proposition 8 isn’t supporting anything except a state-sanctioned right to discriminate against a minority.
And telling opponents of Proposition 8 that they should stop protesting a violation of their civil rights is – frankly – un-American."
11.15.2008
r.i.p.
There was a man in Seattle that everyone knew. He was a street performer who sat outside every single sports game and played the tuba for the crowds walking to and from the stadium. And he was pretty freaking good at it.
Today, I learned that this man, whose name was Edward Scott McMichael, was beaten to death by a group of teenagers last month.
May they forever rot in hell.
Today, I learned that this man, whose name was Edward Scott McMichael, was beaten to death by a group of teenagers last month.
May they forever rot in hell.
10.31.2008
dream come true
Those who know me too well know that I have a strange obsession with the concept of a bionic eye. While I'm still waiting for scientists to make their big announcement, my hometown U came up with a nice temporary solution.
I've never wanted something so badly that has such little use to me.
I've never wanted something so badly that has such little use to me.
10.26.2008
9.08.2008
people in politics
As we all know, People magazine is an American institution, making the lives of the middle class more interesting with stories of much-richer people and pictures of them walking their dogs.
However, in the wake of the collapsing economy and the ongoing war in the Middle East, People has started shifting it's focus away from the world of the frivolous and into the realm of thought-provoking political journalism. As an avid People reader, I've noticed this trend, and have decided to document it on my blog.
Welcome to my new segment: People in Politics.
First up: a hard-hitting examination of Sarah Palin's record. This mother of five and governor of Alaska has made her name for herself as a maverick in the Republican party, eliminating pork-barrel spending and wiping out corruption among her ranks. However, at 44, she is one of the youngest VP-candidates ever and has been governor of Alaska for a scant 2 years -- less time than Barack Obama has been running for president of the United States. Is she really qualified to be the second-in-command of the free world? People asks the tough questions.
However, in the wake of the collapsing economy and the ongoing war in the Middle East, People has started shifting it's focus away from the world of the frivolous and into the realm of thought-provoking political journalism. As an avid People reader, I've noticed this trend, and have decided to document it on my blog.
Welcome to my new segment: People in Politics.
First up: a hard-hitting examination of Sarah Palin's record. This mother of five and governor of Alaska has made her name for herself as a maverick in the Republican party, eliminating pork-barrel spending and wiping out corruption among her ranks. However, at 44, she is one of the youngest VP-candidates ever and has been governor of Alaska for a scant 2 years -- less time than Barack Obama has been running for president of the United States. Is she really qualified to be the second-in-command of the free world? People asks the tough questions.
9.01.2008
cotton dreams
I slept with a blankie until I was 18.
This isn't something I'm especially proud of. In fact, I spent most of middle school and high school ashamed of this fact, and spent a lot of time and energy figuring out how to best hide this from my friends. I was pretty sure I'd be a laughingstock when everyone found out their senior class president still slept with a security blanket -- the same one he'd had since birth.
Actually, it wasn't quite the same one. The first one, lovingly sewn for me by my grandma, was left at an airport after some trip when I was 3 or 4 or 5 or some age like that. I cried for days, until my grandma sent down another one, hurriedly sewn in the interim. That temp-blanket slept with me every single night of my life until I left for college. I took it to camp, I hid it in sleeping bags when I spent the night at friends -- I couldn't sleep without it.
I loved it, my blankie. I loved the way it smelled, I loved the way it felt, I loved playing with the frays and numerous holes that formed in the 15-or-so years I owned it. Every night I would carefully place it between my knees, and blankie would do his job, making sure those knees never touched when I curled up in the fetal position to sleep.
Then, when I left for college, I decided I didn't need blankie anymore. I decided the comfort I felt every night holding blankie in my arms wasn't worth the shame I'd feel every day, having to hide him from roommates, hook-ups, friends, and girlfriends. And I didn't regret that decision. In fact, I didn't give blankie a second thought.
Until tonight, that is. For whatever reason, when I pulled the covers up and closed my eyes, the first thought that ran through my head was: I wish I had my blankie back. I don't really know what that means, but I considered it significant enough to roll back out of bed and brush the digital dust off this sporadically-used blog.
I guess we all have to come to terms with becoming and adult at some point. With growing up, with change. With new stress and new circumstances. I know I don't need my blankie anymore, and now I have something else (someone else, really) I get to sleep with that provides security in a way blankie never could, but it's interesting how when life gets overwhelming, we revert back to the things that first gave us comfort.
And with that little diatribe, I'm going to sleep. Sans-blankie.
This isn't something I'm especially proud of. In fact, I spent most of middle school and high school ashamed of this fact, and spent a lot of time and energy figuring out how to best hide this from my friends. I was pretty sure I'd be a laughingstock when everyone found out their senior class president still slept with a security blanket -- the same one he'd had since birth.
Actually, it wasn't quite the same one. The first one, lovingly sewn for me by my grandma, was left at an airport after some trip when I was 3 or 4 or 5 or some age like that. I cried for days, until my grandma sent down another one, hurriedly sewn in the interim. That temp-blanket slept with me every single night of my life until I left for college. I took it to camp, I hid it in sleeping bags when I spent the night at friends -- I couldn't sleep without it.
I loved it, my blankie. I loved the way it smelled, I loved the way it felt, I loved playing with the frays and numerous holes that formed in the 15-or-so years I owned it. Every night I would carefully place it between my knees, and blankie would do his job, making sure those knees never touched when I curled up in the fetal position to sleep.
Then, when I left for college, I decided I didn't need blankie anymore. I decided the comfort I felt every night holding blankie in my arms wasn't worth the shame I'd feel every day, having to hide him from roommates, hook-ups, friends, and girlfriends. And I didn't regret that decision. In fact, I didn't give blankie a second thought.
Until tonight, that is. For whatever reason, when I pulled the covers up and closed my eyes, the first thought that ran through my head was: I wish I had my blankie back. I don't really know what that means, but I considered it significant enough to roll back out of bed and brush the digital dust off this sporadically-used blog.
I guess we all have to come to terms with becoming and adult at some point. With growing up, with change. With new stress and new circumstances. I know I don't need my blankie anymore, and now I have something else (someone else, really) I get to sleep with that provides security in a way blankie never could, but it's interesting how when life gets overwhelming, we revert back to the things that first gave us comfort.
And with that little diatribe, I'm going to sleep. Sans-blankie.
7.02.2008
still alive
I've been a bad blogger. I start to make good on my promise to write more and then completely shut down, letting the site go dark for over a month.
It's funny, though, because the reason I started this blog in the first place was to get me writing. Writing anything, really, although I did my best to be entertaining. However, since school's been out, I've been doing a pretty damn good job of writing things that are actually productive. And while I'd love to report that I've finished those projects and can move on, we all know that's not the case.
I am, however, about 3/4 of the way through the first draft one of one them, which is a big deal for a guy who's never really finished anything in his life. So fear not, one or two readers of this blog, for a lack of posting means I'm actually getting real work accomplished, and that's something I can feel pretty good about.
In other news, I dropped my phone in the toilet on Sunday and some woman totally hit me with her car today. All in all, not a good week for me, technology-wise.
Happy Day-We-Told-The-British-To-Fuck-Off Day, everyone.
It's funny, though, because the reason I started this blog in the first place was to get me writing. Writing anything, really, although I did my best to be entertaining. However, since school's been out, I've been doing a pretty damn good job of writing things that are actually productive. And while I'd love to report that I've finished those projects and can move on, we all know that's not the case.
I am, however, about 3/4 of the way through the first draft one of one them, which is a big deal for a guy who's never really finished anything in his life. So fear not, one or two readers of this blog, for a lack of posting means I'm actually getting real work accomplished, and that's something I can feel pretty good about.
In other news, I dropped my phone in the toilet on Sunday and some woman totally hit me with her car today. All in all, not a good week for me, technology-wise.
Happy Day-We-Told-The-British-To-Fuck-Off Day, everyone.
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