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…are dead.

Both died yesterday–Salinger at 91, Zinn at 87.

Christ, this week has been a death free-for-all.

It feels weird to post videos for either of these guys (especially since Salinger was a total recluse), so instead I’ll post a short piece from each of them:

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They’re quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They’re nice and all–I’m not saying that–but they’re also touchy as hell. Besides, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy. I mean that’s all I told D.B. about, and he’s my brother and all. He’s in Hollywood. That isn’t too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every week end. He’s going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar. One of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him damn near four thousand bucks. He’s got a lot of dough, now. He didn’t use to. He used to be just a regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret Goldfish, in case you never heard of him. The best one in it was “The Secret Goldfish.” It was about this little kid that wouldn’t let anybody look at his goldfish because he’d bought it with his own money. It killed me. Now he’s out in Hollywood, D.B., being a prostitute. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies. Don’t even mention them to me.

The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger

In this atmosphere, Senator Joseph McCarthy of Wisconsin could go even further than Truman. Speaking to a Women’s Republican Club in Wheeling, West Virginia, in early 1950, he held up some papers and shouted: “I have here in my hand a list of 205–a list of names that were made known to the Secretary of State as being members of the Communist Party and who nevertheless are still working and shaping policy in the State Department.” The next day, speaking in Salt Lake City, McCarthy claimed he had a list of fifty-seven (the number kept changing) such Communists in the State Department. Shortly afterward, he appeared on the floor of the Senate with photostatic copies of about a hundred dossiers from State Department loyalty files. The dossiers were three years old, and most of the people were no longer with the State Department, but McCarthy read from them anyway, inventing, adding, and changing as he read. In one case, he changed the dossier’s description of “liberal” to “communistically inclined,” in another form “active fellow traveler” to “active Communist,” and so on.

McCarthy kept on like this for the next few years. As chairman of the Permanent Investigations Sub-Committee of a Senate Committee on Government Operations, he investigated the State Department’s information program, its Voice of America, and its overseas libraries, which included books by people McCarthy considered Communists. The State Department reacted in panic, issuing a stream of directives to its library centers across the world. Forty books were removed, including The Selected Works of Thomas Jefferson, edited by Philip Foner, and The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman. Some books were burned.

A People’s History of the United States, Howard Zinn

Salinger is the Michael Jackson to Zinn’s Farrah Fawcett,

-Shady

dead at 76.

Go toward the light,

-Shady

Learn more here.

Details coming soon,

-Shady

…continue to impress me.

I wrote a little bit about them here a few months back. Today, the trio released a new video for their single “All Hail.” The entire video is one constant shot, and was filmed here in L.A. at Runyon Canyon. The best part? It’s a live recording of the song, not an overdub from the studio album.

Dig it!

Seeing ’em in March,

-Shady

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…was wise beyond words.

That pretty much sums up my life philosophy,

-Shady

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First, “Exit Through the Gift Shop” debuted at the Sundance Film Festival this week.

And now I find out that… Joan Collins is a fan of Banksy?!? And they made a movie about it?!? WHAT?!?

No shit. Check out this trailer for “Banksy’s Coming for Dinner” by director Ivan Massow.

So bizarre it has to be real,

-Shady

…for a sneak footage preview from their upcoming film “Hubble 3D.” The documentary follows a team of seven astronauts on an thirteen-day mission to repair the Hubble Space Telescope.

Holy… crap.

I’m not always impressed by IMAX (especially when the technology is used unnecessarily in blockbuster films like “Transformers 2”), but seeing the galaxy on an enormous screen and in 3D was damn impressive.

The movie won’t be out for another two months or so (it will be in most major theaters just in time for the twenty-year anniversary of the Hubble Space Telescope launch), but when it does make its way to your city be sure to check it out.

In the meantime, watch the trailer here:

The final frontier,

-Shady

…was the biggest (non-Jorge-helping) week yet on The Blarg!

The site clocked in over 3,000 visits! Woo-hoo!

Thanks to everyone who visited!

Let’s rock 4,000 this week,

-Shady

…a lot like this:

Pretty neat,

-Shady

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Go fuck yourself.

Not a Packer fan, just a Favre hater,

-Shady

PS: Nice interception!

Old Poop!