Keith Olbermann speaks bravely and clearly and forefully. This is a truly excellent speech. I beg you to watch or read it.

Smithers, You'll Have to Drive the Cab!

Senator Conrad Burns, from Montana, says a "faceless enemy" of terrorists "drive taxi cabs in the daytime and kill at night."

Are we Being Protected now?

These nasty edges of The Republican Party are making me think of the Bosses in videogames where, after a long long battle, the thing stops moving, a light grows within their body, bursting out at the seams, and then they explode.

This is the same asshole who called his housepainter a "nice little Guatemalan man" - and there's more at that Washington Post story.

(via Think Progress)

The other day I finally got around to buying the three new Cure reissues. Buying reissues makes me feel like an aging hippy buying the umpteenth reissue of some Eric Clapton something-or-other, but maybe I understand their mindset a bit more now (?).

I've now bought remasters I love of The Cure, Echo/Bunnymen, Slowdive and the Cocteau Twins, and have loved every minute of it.

This time it was

- Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me
- The Top
- Head on the Door

I always adored The Top (especially Bananafishbones), felt lukewarm about Head on the Door, and felt all over the place about Kiss Me.

Once again, however, the damn Pitchforkmedia ends up being more right than I want them to be. They gushed about Kiss Me, and after a lot of relistening in the last couple of days, I have to say I agree with them. It's an astonishing album, and really really holds up over the years.

This blog has been dead for a bit, but I'm resurrecting it, with a slightly different approach. I don't always (much?) agree with Dave Winer, but I enjoy his stream of posts approach. That's not to say I won't ever post longer "pieces," but for now I'm looking forward to posting whatever observations or small (even IMAGE-less!) thoughts I have.

Lucky for you.

The other night I was watching The Colbert Report, and was stunned to see the TV Ad he selected as representing, in his glorious sarcastic way, some sort of centerpiece of our current American experience. It was that damn "Crubelievable" ad from Kraft that I was going on about a few months back! Oh, well, I can pretend that my blogging inspired him.

The video's up at Comedy Central, called American Pop Culture: It's Crumbelievable!