In the general categories of reclassification

Before I get started, I just have two words (actually three letters) about how Alex Rodriquez came back so quick from that surgery: HGH. It can't currently be detected, so the only way to get caught is if you're supplier gives you up. No piss test will pick it up.

Regardless, Manny, oh, Manny, I really hope you're telling the truth. And if you can't prove your innocence than just keep quiet. Don't say peep (while I'm doing business here).

And if this rumor about Ortiz being on the list of 104 is true. I will be truly heartbroken.

Again, regardless. I spent my Thursday this past Thursday meeting with the head of the Economics Dept. at U-Mass, and it was very productive. I'll be sitting in on 6-8 classes over the next two years, hopefully collecting research and data for my tentatively titled book:
Applied Superstructure Theory in Political Economics/ The case for a compherensive philosophy of economic pluralism as a transitionary economic structure hopefully helping to move farther in the direction of a cooperative political economy.

And got tix for the Bo-Sox tomorrow. Hope Beckett can get his groove back.
I'll say the same thing for myself, and all those who lost their grove somewhere along the way.

tantamount to laughter

If magical thinking existed not as a psychosis but as a real thing, how would that work. I mean, how would you get it? Would it just be something you either had or didn't, or could you develop your magical thought abilities? By fixating on your own megalomania for example. I think that's how I got mine. That's right. Augusten Burroughs isn't the only one who can claim to have magical thought powers just because some ad exec he hated died.
I won't say that the Bush administration was my fault entirely, but I will shoulder a certain amount of responsibility for having been in such a deep denial about the connection between all this outward irresponsible destruction and my own internal irresponsibility and destructiveness, which is how all that nonsense got past the web of my magical thought. I also should accept my culpability in the Red Sox collapse in '03. You guys can stop blaming Pedro and Grady Little. It had more to do with universal forces showing me the deepness of the metaphor of baseball as life, my life specifically.
I'll try to do better for big B now that he's up in the White House. He may not need as much of my magical thinking as Dubya did. Lord knows he needs all the help he can get, and truthfully psychosis isn't really that disfunctional. At least, not anymore. It's practically an adaptive strategy for post-modern living.

Just a slight correction

I had forgotten that when you save a blog entry and then post it, it gets posted as on the day you initially saved it, so those last two blog entries were from the date that will show up with this blog post. Whatever that is. Maybe February the 5th. No that's not right. Well, whatever. You'll see. And if you're that obsessive about when I post stuff, well, it cool. I promise never to try and get a restraining order against you no matter how many crazy letters you send me. Just don't threaten my characters. Otherwise, y're cool.
Okay, so in a rambling kind of mind, but I did have one more thing to...oh, I forget. Never mind.

The re-return

So, trying to get back to the blogging thing. And not because I feel some sort of compulsion to exhibit my life, which I do, of course. That complusion is getting deeper and spreading farther afield. I'm facebooking now, and I just started twittering or tweeting or whatever the hell you call it. The point is I'm writing again. Right now, I'm absolutely murdering Mythic Structures, my novel, but I'll get into that over on access the process, one of my other blogs.
Now that I've been at this for awhile (admittedly all of my blogs have been in hibernation for quite some time), it occurs to me that it might've made more sense to make all my blogs one, and just have different sections for each of the overarching topics. One of these days I'll get around to reviving ye' olde' html skills, and doing a total redesign and get rid of the, not awful but just overused and so overseen, templates blogger offers up.
The point I was going for was that I'm back, baby, and better than ever. Well, I will be. I think.
I am going to start posting video and audio. All self-generated stuff though, no links to the outside world. That is one thing this blog will always be is intensely and almost exclusively self-referential cause I'm just that egomaniacal. I really am.
Okay, so, good to be back.

Papa Bear and RockNRolla

I saw Bill O'Rielly on the Daily Show last night, and Jon Stewart made him look unintelligent. Well, really he made himself sound unintelligent by repeatedly calling Stewart names while Stewart was just laying the tracks right across. Both him and Colbert are really hitting on all cylinders. Colbert's interviews are devastatingly funny, ironic, and pitch perfect, even as both shows interview period is way too short. Stewart, at least, ought to get half hour for interviews. I can understand why they wouldn't want to stretch the main show. Bringing a half hour comedy show to an hour is a lot, but honestly just let stewart interview for another half. Maybe break up the interview with a bit 3/4 of the way through.

Really the best thing to do would be to combine it with The report and make the whole thing half hour longer, so they both get 15 extra minutes to interview. Maybe 10 for Colbert and 20 for Stewart. It must require an incredible amount of concentration for Colbert to due those interviews. The technique is amazingly executed. When that show first came out, I thought it was hilarious, but that it couldn't last. It didn't occur to me that Colbert might perfect his character after several years on the air. I missed the middle years, but I've come back to the shows streaming though comedy central's website. Bitingly funny. Really good stuff.

Anyway, I started this entry about a month ago and never came back and finished, so I don't really have much to say about RockNRolla except it was thin. The story was pretty weak. The characters were flat, and the color tones kinda' clashed at times, and the rest of the time they were just kinda' drab. Still somewhat entertaining though. And now that I think about it, it was one of those movies were you come out feeling like a badass. I remember leaving the film and walking down by the bar where the first scene of The noir movie in Mythic Structures happens, and I had that look in my eye like I had just figured out the secret meaning of life, and maybe, just maybe, I might let you in on it if you ask me reaallly nicely. That was how I was feeling afterwords.
So, I guess as far as a results oriented look at the film, it kicked ass.