I have now, officially, diversified out of the dollar.

Also, as an American taxpayer and therefore the rightful owner of Iraq, I demand free gasoline.

Um... What day is it?

Politics makes strange bedfellows.
From: Ha'aretz:

"WASHINGTON - MK Benny Elon (National Union) invests more time and effort than perhaps any other Israeli in nurturing the relationship with Evangelical Christians in the U.S. As minister of tourism during the intifada, Elon promoted visits by Evangelical churches to Israel, and he continues to attend their conferences and speak out against diplomatic compromise on the Land of Israel.
In Elon's view, it is a productive relationship; Evangelical churches in the United States, with a combined membership of more than 50 million, are the closest thing to the Yesha Council of settlements on the other side of the Atlantic. Church leaders believe the Land of Israel belongs to Jews, and that only after the Jews settle the land will Jesus be able to return. There is a minor argument, of course, over what will happen in the end of days - the Evangelicals believe Jews will either cease to exist or will convert to Christianity - but this argument is on hold for now."

Getting Tight with the Bible Belt

I was listening to NPR yesterday and they were having a discussion about Ariel Sharon's Gaza withdrawl plan and the threats against his life being made because of it. It was explained that these threats are taken seriously because an Israeli prime minister had been assasinated ten years ago.
Are we so detatched from history and/or world affairs that people don't remember or simply don't know about the assasination of Yitzhak Rabin? Is it just me?

Alright. Top five political assasinations of the 20th century. (Heads of State only)
Here's mine:

1. Archduke Franz Ferdinand (and his wife Sophie)
2. John F. Kennedy
3. Yitzhak Rabin
4. Anwar Sadat
5. Ngo Dinh DIem

Rain means never having to wash your car.

J.J. Jr's decision not to run for mayor has thwarted my capricious and megalomaniacal plans to run for Congress. I guess I'm going to have to move. But, in the meantime...


(I don't really have anything else to say. I guess I don't have an ending for this post. But, hey feel free to imagine your own ending. Does anybody have a vulnerable congressman?)

Alright. I admit it. I've got nuclear weapons. Now leave me the hell alone.

I'm considering adopting a British accent. It makes one seem imminently knowledgeable. Or maybe just a "Mid-Atlantic" like Madonna uses. Ålthough I don't think that has quite the same effect.

By the way, we are now into Year 3 of alpha charlie bravo.
The conquest continues.

The Song in My Head

Is it wrong to contemplate unemployment as a lifestyle choice?

I look like I've been in a fight. The second knuckle on my left hand is bright red where a piece of metal scraped off some of my skin. My bottom lip is swollen and discolored from the stupid recoil impact that results from trying to move an object with more force than is necessary. I may be forced to admit that I am accident prone.

I would be thoroughly excited about the fact that Low is playing at the Metro this weekend with Pedro the Lion if it were not on Friday and if it were not the case that I will be at work while those two bands are entertaining.

And so I wonder if this Super Bowl commercial zeitgeist is reaching its nadir. It seems more and more that advertisers aren't doing anything special. Seldom do you see the launch of a new product or advertising campaign.

Also, this just in: Charlie Chaplin = genius.

If I see my shadow when I crawl out of bed today, I'm not going to work.

Can you believe it's State of the Union time already? I think I'm still hungover from the election. Well, it should be fun. I expect lots of gloating about Iraq. I guess that Iraqi "Vote and/or Die" campaign was successful.
Can anyone really say what that election will ultimately mean? Can anyone see with any true clarity where this is headed?

I went on an iTunes binge this weekend. The results were mixed. Some of what I downloaded was thoroughly disappointing. (Yes, Rufus Wainwright, I'm looking in your direction.) But, I now know what I want to do with my life. I want to sing in a Jeff Buckley cover band.