Archive for September, 2008

Election Crazy (TQP0095)

Posted: September 30, 2008 in Jeff Holland, Politics
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In any election cycle, there’s one issue that gets underplayed, never really gets the discussion it should, because it’s not about strategy or platforms or attacks. And I see it every time a debate rolls around.

It’s how fiercely intelligent you have to be just to campaign. Not even to be president. Just to campaign for the job.

As I write this I’m watching a 90-minute debate two candidates who have prepped for weeks, maybe months. Just to be able to talk for an hour and a half without running out of things to say.

What was the last thing you’ve put that much energy into, while also focusing on a hundred other things?

This July, there will be many excited movie-goers, and no doubt very few of them are going to go see John Cusack vs. the End of the World.  2012 is Roland Emmerich’s new, glossy, mega-budget disaster-porn epic, and god damn but I want it to fail so badly.


For Your Entertainment

Posted: September 26, 2008 in Braak, Politics
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God, can you guys doubt that I love you?  I’m risking my JOB doing this!

Behold!  John McCain’s invincible Martian Lizard-Man tongue!

Today, my boss is coming in to do my performance review.  Ha!  So, I can’t spend all day writing on the intertubes.

What I’m going to do is, I’m going to put some links up to websites that I like.  Many of them are the same links that are on the widget over to your right, but actually linking to them in the blog will help all of these other sites gain a certain amount of traction, however slight, in the vast cutthroat ocean of interweb blog attention.

Click on the links.  Have fun.


Ah, the glamorous life of a writer. Fast cars, hot women, and the endorsement deals. My god, the endorsement deals! Pretty sweet gig, this life, all for tapping out a few words on a … excuse me.

(That’s not us? PRO SPORTS PLAYERS? THOSE guys are still around?!)


Over on the Smoking Gun, they’ve got a full-sized version of this flyer, that the League of American Patriots has been passing out in New Jersey.

The League has been getting a lot of flack for this flyer, which states pretty unequivocally that they think that people shouldn’t vote for Obama because he’s black, and being black, he will naturally cause our HIV infection rate to increase.

I think that they deserve a little credit though.  I mean, no one has been saying anything about THIS poster, that they’ve also distributed:


There are times when I just don’t understand what’s going on.  I mean, I’m a fairly smart guy, I think, but I spend a lot of my life befuddled.

I saw this link, about fat sack of crap Rush Limbaugh (I guess he has a radio show, or something?  Aside from his main job of being a sack of crap?).  There’s video there of Limby lying about Barack Obama.


I like to use this site as something of a looking glass into the future. And I realize the outlook hasn’t been terribly beautiful of late.

Monsters. Killers. Car-humpers. I don’t pick the most pleasant of subjects to dwell on, it’s true. Sometimes it’s so easy to focus on the patterns that tell us it’s a bad old world and we’re just living in it, that I don’t put my eyes on ideas that are, in their own way, quite lovely.

Ideas like this:

Whales live in New York Harbor, singing songs to passing ships.

I think whales are astounding. They encompass a lot of different ideas to me – their prehistoric gigantism, the haunting new-age peace of their communication, their survival in the water only hinting at the bizarre monstrosities in the ocean that we don’t know about. All divergent, and yet all working to form a better picture of these massive creatures we can barely understand.

And here they are. Swimming below the Statue of Liberty.

I love the expressionistic deco image of zeppelins flying over New York City, skirting the Empire State Building. It’s an old time view of the future that never came to be. Flash Gordon modernism.

Now I like to think that just below that skyline, swim fleets of whales, zeppelins of the deep, singing lullabies to their city neighbors on the shore.

I think of that, and the future seems like something more amazing than I can even fathom.

There’s a theater company here in Philadelphia called “Gas & Electric Arts” that do some wildly innovative, good work.  But they just recently sent me an e-mail inviting me to participate in their “forum theater” class, and I’m not going to do it.  I have some problems with Forum Theater, and I haven’t met anyone who’s ever addressed them effectively.


Wanna know how sausage is made? Well, look elsewhere, because I am not the man to break anyone of their enjoyment of sausage. Or scrapple, for that matter. Maybe Spam. But that would first take some research about how Spam is made. (Note for future column: Find out how Spam is made.)

But I’ll do the next best thing, and ruin your idea of what fiction writing is like.