Monday, July 1 – 8:00pm
Tickets: $10 Advance / $12 Day of Show
Mitchell was making music videos before there were music videos.
The eruption of Mount Tavurvur volcano on August 29th, 2014. Captured by Phil McNamara.
Just what does the fashion-conscious, America-hating, “liberal fascist” wear to impress comrades when the left gathers to plot world conquest and the destruction of capitalism? Forbes has your answer, just not in those terms. Jonah Goldberg probably would not approve of What To Wear: Netroots Nation ’14:
Here are two inspirational style guides for Netroots Nation ’14. I chose to highlight a simple dress and trouser pants in neutral color palettes, because each take comfort as well as style into consideration and you, likely, already have something similar in your closet (no shopping necessary), plus both pieces are versatile and can easily be styled to convey ‘working’ elegance or ‘sleeves rolled up’ casual wear. It is about dressing to feel and appear accessible to whomever you are speaking to or conversing with, and making it easy.
Yes, you read right.
Two weeks from now, we’ll let you know how many of the almost “3,000 political organizers, activists, and progressive thinkers” in Detroit took Forbes’ advice.
Okay, maybe Sen. Elizabeth Warren. Vice-president Biden? Probably not.
You “meet” lots of interesting people online. Some of them you get to meet in person. Gaius Publius at Americablog (who I have met) transmits the powerful story of a mutual online friend (who I have not met) who served in Vietnam. The former Navy Seal’s take on the Bergdahl release carries a tad more weight than that of all the bloviators out there. Someday, I hope to meet this guy in person:
One of the things that was drummed into us, beginning with the recruiting process (when I joined the teams you had to be invited by UDT/SEALs to the training; you couldn’t just walk up and say, “Dude, I want to go to BUDs) was that “There has never been a SEAL captured or left behind, living or dead.”
During our training, if a classmate or crewmate (we were divided into boat crews by height — since you spend a lot of time carrying those f*cking boats, that part makes sense) got hurt, if the injury was not life-threatening (and believe me, our instructors had a strange scale to measure what constituted life-threatening), then it was our duty to carry that person through the rest of the exercise while the instructors screamed into our ears — “There has NEVER been a SEAL captured or left behind, living or DEAD!”
Sometimes, if no one got conveniently injured, an instructor would touch someone of the shoulder and say, “Your leg’s broken.” And the same drill would ensue with the appropriate screaming at us. Times were not adjusted to account for the extra effort, because there are no such adjustments on the battlefield. If you blew your time, your time was blown.
In Quang Ngai during a recon I caught a bullet in the hip. It blew off a chunk of my iliac crest and cracked my pelvis. The guys on my team did the usual bandaid-type first aid, rigged a stretcher, and humped my ass the hell out of there nearly eight miles to try and reach a place where the choppers could reach us to evacuate.
The following post is a guest post from Devin Walsh. Read his blog here.
Added to the list of Names of our Future Cats (Sports, Action, Snakebite), let’s put “Peeves”.
Couple weekends ago we were sprawling throughout the parents-in-law’s living room, Arielle and I plus her sister and sister’s husband in various stages of recovery, raining out and the kids installed at the neighbors’ (“We want to play with Nedgie!” “We want to go to Nedgie’s!”) and Arielle asked everyone kindly to list their pet peeves.
I was surprised: for the first time in my life most of my pet peeves were aimed at myself. I didn’t say this, of course. I hinted at a mountain of grammatical issues that bug me. But really I was thinking: I swallow too loud, especially in the middle of the night, half sitting-up in bed to slug some water; and I’m prone to sloth; I pretty much suck at self control; I postpone the inevitable to the detriment of my health; and I do this horrible thing when asking someone a question. I’ll go, “What’s the capital of Virginia?” And they’ll say, “Richmond.” And I’ll say back to them what they just said: “Is it Richmond?” while nodding knowingly, as if it had been on the tip of my tongue and all I needed was a hint. “What’s the atomic weight of a helium molecule?” “It’s blobbety blah.” “Is is blobbety blah? Of course. That’s what I thought.” I hate when I do that.
This is my work week.
Comedian and activist, Lee Camp, will be appearing again in Asheville this Monday night at the Altamont at 8 p.m.
I saw Lee’s show when he was in Asheville to benefit Occupy and have met him a couple of times. Great guy. I’ll be there.
Monday, July 1 – 8:00pm
Tickets: $10 Advance / $12 Day of Show
“This up-and-coming US star is already developing a reputation for fearless political comedy, with some calling him an heir to the crown of the late, great George Carlin. ….He gets our seal of approval.”
-Time Out Sydney
“Their tears are delicious.” – Marcos Moulitsas
Don’t miss my friend, Joel Silberman’s, 5-minute talk at 28:00: “The Deeper the Closet, the Bigger the Hair.”
I missed a good part myself. I’m watching it like this right now.
I don’t know if it happens at your place, but at the familial headquarters of our little clan where Papa resides in his beautiful late autumn of life, at some time in between the setting of the table and the saying of the graces there is a moment when everyone joins hands around the room and we each get to announce, in various shades of sarcasm, pride, religious zeal and weepy sentimentality, what it is we are most thankful for.
Despite my best attempts at maintaining an ironic distance from this sappy display of Americana de la Rockwell brought to life, it never fails to make my chest swell and my eyes water.
Because really, there is so much to be thankful for. These family rituals serve to remind us that we have people around us near and far to love, admire, bitch at and brawl with. For me, that includes the people who come here and read, speak their minds, argue and exposit. Thank you Hooligans, for keeping it interesting.