This song doesn’t make you ache, this song is ache. And yeah, there’s Coltrane’s plaintive wail on a slow burn, there’s Duke’s plinking shower of golden sparks, there’s Aaron Bell’s drunk and queasy see-saw bass. But mainly the ache is in the restraint Elvin shows, skirting right up to the edge of one of his thunder-claps, rolling and roiling, but never quite following through. It’s anticipation that is never resolved and that is the whole candle-lit point, drown another one boy-o.
This song is the definition of slayed and slaying.
"In an otherwise dry opinion, Justice Sotomayor did introduce one new and politically charged term into the Supreme Court lexicon.
Justice Sotomayor’s opinion in the case, Mohawk Industries v. Carpenter, No. 08-678, marked the first use of the term “undocumented immigrant,” according to a legal database. The term “illegal immigrant” has appeared in a dozen decisions.”
You know how, at crucial moments in life, you’re going along and doing things, and interacting with another person in some way of maybe potential, and then at some point there’s a moment and you look and them and/or think to yourself: “Damn, I’m in love with this person!” - ?
Well, regarding Gail Collins, I have to say that my love for her has been slowly sneaking up on me over the last few weeks/months. I mean, all this attention always given to the inanity that can be MoDo, and all along, Gail has been an actual embodiment of all that folks always want to believe MoDo to be, but with the actual brains, wit, depth, humor and policy smarts MoDo often leaves so lacking, while talking about “all cage, no bird,” or, whatever.
The other day, I read this, and stated to realize that maybe Gail had fully won me over.
Gail: When the bubble burst last year, I didn’t see it as the end to our economic power. But I did wonder if it was the end of the American Dream, or at least the version we’ve come to regard as practically a national birthright. What do you think? If you have an encouraging response, I am prepared to embrace it wholeheartedly
But then, today, my Google Reader presents me with her latest piece, and, yes, it is official. Gail Collins, where have you been all of my life?!
Given HIN1 and, well, just everything else that goes around, can the folks in the public health departments in various cities potentially put hand sanitizer dispensers at the exits of their underground public transit systems? I’m thinking there’s some big cost saving potentials there for increased work productivity and decreased illness. Just sayin! Now can someone go along and pass this on to the folks who can Make It Happen?! Thanks.