Crap that I'm sick of...
Because there's crap...then there is crap that I'm sick of
This week's list
1. Wesley Clark: Democratic Savior: Before Clark made the decision to run, there were many of the Democratic persuasion who thought that General Clark has the best chance to beat Bush in 2004. Really, what it comes down to is playing intellectual tongue hockey with a candidate who has a military record. Granted, Wes was out leading troops in Kosovo, while President Bush left a ship out at sea for a few hours just for a photo-op, but you know you have lost faith in a party when you hinge your hopes for winning the election on a wait-and-see general hoping to take advantage of a dramatically split vote.
2. Isabel: We're getting the remnants of this latest "storm of the century" here in Boston: some wind gusts and periodic rain and the very real likelihood that the classic rock stations are playing hurricane themed music, a practice that has all the subtlety ofan early Van Halen album. If we didn't know it was a hurricane we would be none the wiser. There is a savage beauty to watching satellite images of hurricanes develop and move in their path. It is amazing how much square mileage is taken up by one storm.
3. Wedding planning: The S.O. and I hit the wall this week with wedding planning. What we have come to realize, without getting into specifics, is that there are many people who will turn your big day into some kind of drama. In other words, it is about everyone else. We can't wait for the honeymoon. And, no, jilted guests for the Affleck-Lo wedding are not invited, but their gifts are more than welcome.
4. Will they or won't they? An appeals court is considering moving the California Recall election back to October 7. Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney is leaning toward backing Arnold. Vituperative comic, Mallard Fillmore, is accusing Cruz Bustamante of ties to a racist Latino organization, based on a Fox News (News in name only) report. Verbal Jazz, since we do not vote in California, formally endorses no one in the race. However, we are still for the idea of an office lottery pool tossing its hat into the ring.
5. Drugs, in a vague, non-specified kind of way: Last night the S.O. and I were watching our favorite comedy, 7th Heaven (it is on Monday nights, but we taped it), a show about the travails of a minister and his family. The cognitive dissonance of this show, with adherence to moral themes while featuring a (mostly) photogenic cast and approving of sexual situations for only married couples (quick! Let's marry them off so we can make sure this girl gets lucky!), really makes this worth watching in an ironic, I don't buy this bullshit kind of way. Monday's show featured teenager Simon brooding in a dark Harry-Potter-in-the-latest-book, Hamlet kind of way about his tragic rundown of a fellow teenager on prom night. It turns out the kid (i.e. the dead one) was whacked out on "drugs" in a vague, non-specified kind of way. Verbal Jazz would like to note that while addiction is a terrible thing, TV shows that focus on "drugs" skirt the problems by massing all drugs into one generic category. Thus when their target audience is faced with "drugs" (as in brand specific ones like marijuana, heroin, cocaine, Oxy-Contin), they will realize the inherent dishonesty of a message targeted at "drugs." Maybe in book six Harry will try "drugs."
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Because there's crap...then there is crap that I'm sick of
This week's list
1. Wesley Clark: Democratic Savior: Before Clark made the decision to run, there were many of the Democratic persuasion who thought that General Clark has the best chance to beat Bush in 2004. Really, what it comes down to is playing intellectual tongue hockey with a candidate who has a military record. Granted, Wes was out leading troops in Kosovo, while President Bush left a ship out at sea for a few hours just for a photo-op, but you know you have lost faith in a party when you hinge your hopes for winning the election on a wait-and-see general hoping to take advantage of a dramatically split vote.
2. Isabel: We're getting the remnants of this latest "storm of the century" here in Boston: some wind gusts and periodic rain and the very real likelihood that the classic rock stations are playing hurricane themed music, a practice that has all the subtlety ofan early Van Halen album. If we didn't know it was a hurricane we would be none the wiser. There is a savage beauty to watching satellite images of hurricanes develop and move in their path. It is amazing how much square mileage is taken up by one storm.
3. Wedding planning: The S.O. and I hit the wall this week with wedding planning. What we have come to realize, without getting into specifics, is that there are many people who will turn your big day into some kind of drama. In other words, it is about everyone else. We can't wait for the honeymoon. And, no, jilted guests for the Affleck-Lo wedding are not invited, but their gifts are more than welcome.
4. Will they or won't they? An appeals court is considering moving the California Recall election back to October 7. Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney is leaning toward backing Arnold. Vituperative comic, Mallard Fillmore, is accusing Cruz Bustamante of ties to a racist Latino organization, based on a Fox News (News in name only) report. Verbal Jazz, since we do not vote in California, formally endorses no one in the race. However, we are still for the idea of an office lottery pool tossing its hat into the ring.
5. Drugs, in a vague, non-specified kind of way: Last night the S.O. and I were watching our favorite comedy, 7th Heaven (it is on Monday nights, but we taped it), a show about the travails of a minister and his family. The cognitive dissonance of this show, with adherence to moral themes while featuring a (mostly) photogenic cast and approving of sexual situations for only married couples (quick! Let's marry them off so we can make sure this girl gets lucky!), really makes this worth watching in an ironic, I don't buy this bullshit kind of way. Monday's show featured teenager Simon brooding in a dark Harry-Potter-in-the-latest-book, Hamlet kind of way about his tragic rundown of a fellow teenager on prom night. It turns out the kid (i.e. the dead one) was whacked out on "drugs" in a vague, non-specified kind of way. Verbal Jazz would like to note that while addiction is a terrible thing, TV shows that focus on "drugs" skirt the problems by massing all drugs into one generic category. Thus when their target audience is faced with "drugs" (as in brand specific ones like marijuana, heroin, cocaine, Oxy-Contin), they will realize the inherent dishonesty of a message targeted at "drugs." Maybe in book six Harry will try "drugs."
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