Reminds me of a poem

Pics from Friday evening through Sunday afternoon, after the jump.

Calvert Street at Adams Mill Road

Continued reading >

Ode to the pixel

Here’s a bit of Friday morning, pre-snowpocolypse eye candy, which I recommend viewing in full-screen mode (right click, select ‘Full Screen’). Enjoy:

David Levine (1926 — 2009)

 

1970

 

1972

 

1978

Master caricaturist David Levine died in late December from cancer. The New York Review of Books’ website is currently hosting a career retrospective, spanning nearly five decades of his work. Worth your time alone are the 66 Nixons — including the three above — among the 2,500+ illustrations.

Listening post 6

Sad Brad Smith / The Willowz

Two tracks. No. 1, Destruction, by the very awesome band, The Willowz, off its latest release, Everyone (Dim Mak 2009). No. 2, Baby, I’m So Sad, by Sad Brad Smith, off his debut L.P., Love Is Not What You Need (SBS 2009). Enjoy.

No. 1

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No. 2

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What it could take.

250,000 citizens gathered on the National Mall (March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom -- 8/28/63)

“So what we are moving to (assuming we are not already there) is a basic breakdown in the possibility of genuine governance.” So writes in response to last night’s S.o.t.U. speech Prof. Sandy Levinson, of the University of Texas School of Law, on Balkinization, a blog featuring posts by many of our most prominent constitutional law scholars (including a professor or two of mine back when I was a law student). More and more often of late, I catch myself believing that a full-blown constitutional crisis (and, hopefully, catharsis) is the only possible resolution of our political impasse vis-a-vis the Senate’s anti-democracy rules (and the G.O.P.’s cynical exploitation thereof). But I’m not even sure what a c.c. would look like. Would it entail calling a convention to amend the constitution? But that requires resolutions passed by two thirds of the state legislatures — and I can’t think of 34 states that would do such a thing absent a genuine, national-scale grass-roots movement the likes of which we’ve never seen. Maybe something on the order of 10 million protesters gathered on the National Mall, which is a lot to hope for. And for that to happen, I think Prof. Levinson’s right: there needs to be an outsider to match the president as an insider, ala MLK to LBJ. Is someone out there willing and able to lead a civil protest against 18th century parliamentary procedures?

Could it be possible?

"Alice at the Mad Hatter's tea party." — Illustration to the fifth chapter of 'Alice in Wonderland' by John Tenniel. (Wood engraving by Thomas Dalziel.)

Instead of pulling out and protesting, my advice to the tea baggers who can’t afford the expense ($549 per ticket and a $9.95 fee, plus hotel and airfare) of attending, in person, next month’s national tea-bagging convention is to use your new-found free time to simmer down your boiling kettle of blind populist rage for a sec, take a deep breath, and, using the rational (as opposed to emotional) part of your brain, wonder for a brief moment whether you’re being taken advantage of by this alleged movement you find yourself now steeped in.

Could it be possible, for instance, that you and your fellow hardworking, middle-class friends and family are not actually part of a grass-roots political movement, but instead have been co-opted by certain entrenched corporate interests (e.g., private health insurers, Wall Street investment banks, etc.) and their lobbying arms that are, for purely profit-driven reasons, diametrically opposed to the changes that were promised by the Obama campaign? Continued reading >

Iconography stretched too thin

Associated Press photo (undated)

Images of scandalized celebrities: such are what we’ve apparently reduced ourselves to, at least in terms of our lowest-common-denominator cultural obsessions. So be it; a snug fit with the rest of our national decay (government, health care, education, economy, etc.). And we shouldn’t care less, at least not at this stage of the game. But the pseudo-academic analysis of what these images allegedly mean, on the other hand, should make us bristle. According to culture-critic Philip Kennicott, writing today in WaPo regarding images of Tiger Woods appearing in current media, “the Tiger Woods of Vanity Fair is showing the demons that the Tiger Woods of National Enquirer will have to exorcise. Or so it seems when isolated images are placed near each other, and then fused into new meanings by the white-hot glare of a scandalous story.” (Emphasis added.) What utter claptrap. Continued reading >

The tea leaves of Mass.

Scott Brown's victory party

Those who practice the politics of anger (a.k.a. populists) typically ignore the old adage, “Be careful what you wish for.” More than anything else, what the tea baggers wish for today is nothing short of a Khmer Rouge-style purge from the G.O.P. of any politician who, in the minds of Beck, Limbaugh et al., is insufficiently “conservative” (i.e., reflexively and virulently anti-Obama). By 2012, they’re likely to succeed; as a direct result, President Obama will win a landslide re-election and the Democrats will recover most, if not all, House and Senate seats lost in 2010. And concerning the special election in Massachusetts, the only a priori truth is this: If you believe the success of the Obama presidency (2009 — 201x) is dependent on whether the Democratic party enjoys a filibuster-proof majority in the Senate, then you spend too much time reading political blogs and watching cable news talk shows.

A new page.

Observant, frequent 2b+3s visitors will notice, in the gray bar at the top of this a page, a link to a new page, MISC. Don’t be alarmed. It’s merely a depository of bits and pieces of the interweb, compiled by the mothership’s Google Reader aggregator, that I find interesting — but not interesting enough to merit a post. Enjoy at your own leisure.

Take a deep breath, Mr. Sullivan.

Ooooh, scary!

When it comes to politics, I spend a considerable amount of time alternatively wondering whether I’m being too paranoid, on the one hand, or not paranoid enough, on the other. I’ve always believed that the events of tomorrow are wholly predictable so long as I’m paying sufficient attention to the events of today. Otherwise, history wouldn’t make any sense, it wouldn’t be linear, and couldn’t be captured as a narrative. And then there’s Andrew Sullivan, writing today that “a new, proto-fascist political party [is forming] on television in front of our very eyes,” referring to the Palin/Fox News alliance. 

Sullivan illustrates the difference between having a healthy sense of paranoia and being an alarmist. Palin-led fascism will not, I write with absolute conviction, replace representative democracy under the U.S. constitution. Demographics prove my point: the profile of the average Palin supporter (middle-aged, homogeneously white, uneducated, rural, evangelical) is shrinking. Meanwhile, the profile of the average Obama supporter (young, heterogeneously ethnic, educated, urban, atheist) is growing. In order for Palin to defeat Obama in a general presidential election, the reverse must be true. And in order to stage a coup d’état, she would need to seize command and control of the military (which seems, at best, all but impossible). So my advice to Sullivan is to stop hyperventilating, sit back, and enjoy the spectacle over at FNC for what it is: a political sideshow. Palin is the freak and Beck and his ilk are carnival barkers, willing to say anything just to get your attention.