Now that it’s officially official that Mitt Romney will be the Republican candidate against Barack Obama in November, we can finally start talking about what matters—Urban Outfitters t-shirts. Never one to let something that could be ironic go by without becoming ironic, Urban Outfitters has stocked its on-line store with shirts featuring both Romney and Obama (and Ron Paul, but haha). But which one is more ironic?
Let’s take a look.
Almost perfectly coincident with Vladimir Putin's recently renewed pledges of allegiance as
Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of Rigged Elections President of Russia is news that he has been constructing, allegedly of course, "Project South," a massive private palace on the Black Sea.
Since his reiterated swearing-in was met with mass protests, which were then met with a heavy police crackdown, which then elicited US statements of disapproval—which have more recently been followed by by Putin saying he would not attend the forthcoming G8 meeting at Camp David, which was nonetheless followed by bilateral statements of continued commitment to a "reset of relations" via "sustained high-level dialogue"—it is possible that news related to "Project South" lost some degree of newsworthy thunder.
And that's fine, but the story is full of good intrigue. Even a major art buyer plays a part.
I am not on strike. In protest of my own non-striking, here's a picture of the 1926 general strike in Britain, for which my grandfather marched down from Glasgow (7th from the left, 6 back).
Happy May Day. We'll have oodles of Occupy coverage coming down the pike, until then, please enjoy these many versions of The Internationale.
I was working two part-time jobs that barely kept me in my apartment. How could I afford to treat a chronic illness? The doctor at the clinic prescribed me a mid-cost insulin—not the best treatment, he said, but the best in my price range. It was about $55 a bottle, and would last roughly a month; a box of syringes cost another $25. I had to buy a blood-sugar testing machine (a one-time expense), plus a supply of testing strips (a chronic expense), plus the lancets used to prick your finger, plus alcohol swabs to keep me from catching an infection. I have to resupply these things regularly, for the rest of my life. Diabetes isn't cheap.
It might seem an oversimplification of convenience, for instance, or perhaps an unjustifiable banalization of issues to conflate a few recent 'news' items related to copyright infringement (maybe) with a recent report of the violent repression of artists in Syria, but I hope not. Or at any rate, I should elect to prefer to side with hoping not, for neither do I hope to present a true argument. I'm not sure I have the right to do so.
Do I? Don't I? Might I?
It might not matter, really. I'm not quite sure there's need to.
So what are they going to do? Dahlia Lithwick at Slate has a much more politically intelligent read of things than I do.
As the birthplace of presidents, New York State is tied with Massachusetts for producing the third most; only Ohio (?!) and Virginia have made more commanders in chief. Franklin Roosevelt and Martin van Buren were born in the Hudson Valley; Millard Fillmore was born in the Finger Lakes region.
Welcome back to work. It's 2012—you know, a presidential election year! Jesus H. Christ, already. So in between your busy schedule of having tiresome, emotionally fraught conversations about whether or not the current administration's vulnerability is entirely or only partly its own damn fault, please do ensure that your voter registration information is up-to-date. Do so now; shit sneaks up on you.
Also, if I may: resolve, in 2012, to become a more educated voter, and not one of those people who self-identifies as a liberal based on the fact that you love gawking in a can-you-believe-this-shit way at whatever some wingnut said at the Iowa state fair trail. Reading Nate Silver on the horse race and Roy Edroso on the far-right crazies, though fun, is not the same as understanding policy; being an adult means knowing at least as much about your own elected officials at the state and local level as about national-narrative stuff.
Unlike Mark's considered examination of recently-deceased North Korean dictator (and sex symbol?) Kim Jong-il's cinephilia, the funny new Tumblr Kim Jong-il Dropping the Bass simply features images of the curious tyrant photoshopped into sweaty clubs, often spinning alongside some of the world's most famous DJs. (BoingBoing)
Remember the lock-out of Upper East Side art auction house Sotheby's unionized art handlers that began all the way back on August 1st? Well, it's still happening. Last week two of the 43 locked-out art handlers confronted Sotheby's boardmember Diana Taylor—girlfriend of New York City
general mayor Mike Bloomberg—during a public meeting, and things didn't go so well (video below!).
At the time, Hernandez was working on a piece about the obvious cronyism that passed for the administration's "public search" for the best candidate, and figured that conversations between Black and the Mayor's office would be illuminating. (Emails sent from government addresses generally constitute official government business and are, with few exceptions, fair game for FOIL requests.) The Mayor's office denied the request under an exemption for "communications that, if disclosed, would result in an unwarranted invasion of personal privacy."
Assembleyman Hakeem Jeffries also seems set to run in the 2012 Democratic primary, after redistricting; Barron previously ran for the seat in 2006, taking 35% of the vote in a three-way race (Towns won with 45%, as sleazy Atlantic Yards opportunist Roger Green, whose state Assembly seat is now held by Jeffries, took 15%).
Last year, you may recall, he lost handily, shortly after Brooklyn Paper revealed that he owed more than $600,000 in unpaid taxes. Given the two-year election cycle, he's been running for Congress more or less continuously for longer than I've lived in the neighborhood (before the 2008 general election, his people were already leaving spam comments about his 2010 candidacy. That was fun).
But this glorious age of Kevin Powell's permanent unsuccessful candidacy for the U.S. House of Representatives has come to a close, the Patch reveals, quoting a letter Powell sent to his supporters in which he announced his intention not to run for Congress in 2012. Farewell, Kevin: we'll always have the frank discussions about race you facilitated on MTV in the early 1990s.
The U.S. economy is probably going to stink for a few more years...
Well, sure, probably.
It is beset by short-term problems (low consumer demand, uncertain housing prices, too much debt) and long-term problems (wage stagnation, rising health care costs, eroding human capital). Realistically, not much is going to be done to address the short-term problems...
Does David Brooks's version of Microsoft Word not flag the passive voice? Let's reword. "Realistically, congressional Republicans will maintain a unified opposition to any prescriptive economic policy, an electorally motivated stance given the vaguest ideological cover with word-cloud callbacks to economic principles that are inexplicably fondly recalled despite their deep anti-populism and documented ineffectiveness." See, now the sentence has a subject and an object.
Last we heard it sounded pretty likely—though not completely certain—that current Brooklyn borough president Marty Markowitz will be retiring from politics when his current term ends in 2013. But just because he's (probably) leaving public office doesn't mean he has to cease being Brooklyn's most boisterous spokesman: the Brooklyn Nets need an announcer, and we think Marty'd be perfect for the job.
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