...Sorry, but I just can't stop thinking about what a complete dipshit Carry is. There are people at Salon who work for Cary or under him; somebody draws his picture, edits his words, puts his column online, checks the reader responses, etc. Somebody cleans his office, looks after his supplies, maintains his computer. Somebody handles the bills, gives him his paycheck, brings in the advertisers.

And if any of these people don't do their job, they get fired. If they vote to do something else, they get fired. If they're 'too tired' after work to do something else, that's just too bad for them. If they find their work soul deadening, it's no sweat off Cary's nose.

Cary bitches about 'authoritarianism' in the workplace but he has no apparent problem imposing this 'authoritarianism' on anyone else.

Highway 61 Revisted.

Top that, anyone.

Of course, it's not like I even knew who Bob Dylan was at that time.

..in the workplace was just bizarre.

Do you really want to go to the doctor and have your diagnosis voted on by the staff including the cleaning crew? How about when you get your car fixed or go to the movies--do you want your car fixed or the movie shown whenever the repair guys or the projectionist feels up to it?

Of course people take direction at work. Most people are doing work that's bigger than they are. People in corporations or factories or doctors' offices are usually doing little bits which are in support of some larger purpose. That means someone has to tell them what to do, and that person ends up being known as the 'boss.' Is there some better way?

Collaborative effort is not an invention of Adolf Hitler and honest work is not soul deadening to real geniuses. Albert Einstein, for example, did his best work while working at the patent office. He wasn't 'too tired' at the end of the day to do some creative thinking, nor did he turn to drugs or flaming t-shirts. By all accounts, Einstein was actually good at his day job. Unlike your average self-proclaimed genius, Albert Einstein wasn't crushed by the 'system.'

...has to be the dumbest word in politics. And yet Camille lives by it.

And no doubt someone will slam you for it. But it seem that we don't trust thinking anymore; we think thinking is spinning.

...Berke should have a girl gone wild next week.

After that, a secretly gay fundamentalist minister in cowboy boots riding on a saddled dinosaur.

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Then, a clueless midwestern couple in t-shirts and shorts who believe that Saddam had WMD, was behind 9/11, and that their gas guzzling careening SUV is not only absolutely safe but also absolutely green.

And then a blue haired librarian. I say that only to shake some people here up.

Oprah fans vs. Jerry Springer fans vs. American Idol fans vs. whatever that dancing show is.

A guy who blows up whenever guys are knocked or when he sees a woman dating a 'bad boy.'

Brave Sir Anonymouses.

And so on. There are plenty of living stereotypes out there and they are alive and well and ready to be used.

...to the orange trees. What, is it fall already?

...Heaven will be a great white mansion in a sunny land like Italy. Tony will stroll elated into the mansion, walking on air, with a wondering, unbelieving look. The halls will be full of happy, swirling women and dancing children. Tony will walk on and on until he comes to the very center of Heaven. Now he sees the back of a giant white head and he knows that's God.

The head turns around and he sees that God has the face of Paulie Walnuts--complete with Paulie Walnut's 'wings.' And God/Paulie glares down at Tony with a digusted grimace and he says, "Ton! Whatcha ever do for ME? Where was my cut, Ton?" And Tony cringes and cries and it all goes black that's the end.

...and America is based on freedom. That's the big difference.

However that doesn't make us better than the Romans. We'll rise or fall or do better or worse depending on how we use our freedom. For instance, right now we're choosing to behave like idiots in the matter of Iraq. Maybe someday we'll choose to do better--or maybe we won't. Whatever we do in the future, it will be our choice. That's what freedom is about.

...how much I understand this article!

...and yet so true.

...was all about possibilities, as were the Beatles. The Beatles were getting better all the time, and every new album was like a revolution. And if Sargent Pepper was such a incredible and magical album, and it sure seemed like it was at the time, then what incredible album might the boys come up with next?

Well, after SP, the Beatles sort of fell back and then eventually broke up. So did the 60s; bright promises segued into a dreary run of assassinations, riots, drug abuse, Charlie Manson, Patty Hearst. Disco came in and then the yuppies and then Nixon, Reagan, and now Bush. So SP stands in memory as the highwater mark of the failed promise of the 60s as well as of the Beatles themselves.

Personally, I still enjoy the Beatles but I could live without them. The Beatles were for happy, optimistic people, and I'm not like that anymore. I'd rather listen to Hank Williams or the Carter family these days. That's the stuff I understand now.

...then he's vulnerable to exposure. It's possible that the press--or even fellow Republicans--could find some way to goad him so that he blows up public.

Hell, Cheney might have it done.

...if we hadn't run into the barn and set it on fire.

That's just what the Senator said.

...is just stupid. Hetero men are crowding into gay bars? And lesbians are right behind them? I don't think so.