Saturday, December 11, 2004
*real warning*Don't read unless you're up for a downer.
In the interest of aggregator readers I'm gonna save my main point for a second paragraph.
River Deep~Mountain High by Ike and Tina Turner is a rightly historic piece of vinyl. Here's my fave on the disc, I Think It's Gonna Work Out Fine. But rhetoricpig will leave a discussion of the tunes for the serious music journalist wannabes, I wanna mention the picture on the back of my record cover. It's a rectangle about 5 by 9. The piano is at the left edge, and Ike is sitting at it and singing and playing, looking 'somewhere'. The gigantic Coke bottle on the piano and the badly painted ornate high-backed chair that Ike is sitting in are slightly strange. As is the backdrop of a carousel horse (facing left). But let's look at Tina, she takes up the entire righthandside, slighlty more than a third of the pic. She's singing. She's got nice Pocahontas looking hair and a plain black dress. She looks good. Ike by the way has on a longsleeve workshirt, a large pinkie ring, and his requisite pimp-hair. He looks like a mean, lanky pimp. But back to Tina. She's singing, which is pretty impressive since she's obviously building up quite a sweat washing Ike's clothes in an old-fashioned washtub and washboard. Yes, for their publicity shot Ike had Tina bring out their washing machine. Feh, I'll leave the bad jokes to your mind.
*real, non-ironic warning* Nasty downer below.
Rhetoricpig has actually been very upset by something. More than my normal ..... Oh, forget the witticisms. Along the Guatemalan-Mexican border, there has been more than one dead woman found per day for over the last year. Now left as that, it could be dismissed as just a rather vile system of patriarchy at it's normal work. But there's more. Most every single one of the women has encountered the same end, rape, intricate mutilation, and most vexing, a final execution style solitary bullet to the back of the skull. Maybe death squad style is a more appropriate adjective than execution style.
The thought, that this is purposeful, strategic, is so alien.
You can write me if you want that our troops are doing nasty stuff, but there are distinct differences. Differences in the prevalence of individual investment in atrocity.
And no, I don't think W personally committed these crimes.
River Deep~Mountain High by Ike and Tina Turner is a rightly historic piece of vinyl. Here's my fave on the disc, I Think It's Gonna Work Out Fine. But rhetoricpig will leave a discussion of the tunes for the serious music journalist wannabes, I wanna mention the picture on the back of my record cover. It's a rectangle about 5 by 9. The piano is at the left edge, and Ike is sitting at it and singing and playing, looking 'somewhere'. The gigantic Coke bottle on the piano and the badly painted ornate high-backed chair that Ike is sitting in are slightly strange. As is the backdrop of a carousel horse (facing left). But let's look at Tina, she takes up the entire righthandside, slighlty more than a third of the pic. She's singing. She's got nice Pocahontas looking hair and a plain black dress. She looks good. Ike by the way has on a longsleeve workshirt, a large pinkie ring, and his requisite pimp-hair. He looks like a mean, lanky pimp. But back to Tina. She's singing, which is pretty impressive since she's obviously building up quite a sweat washing Ike's clothes in an old-fashioned washtub and washboard. Yes, for their publicity shot Ike had Tina bring out their washing machine. Feh, I'll leave the bad jokes to your mind.
*real, non-ironic warning* Nasty downer below.
Rhetoricpig has actually been very upset by something. More than my normal ..... Oh, forget the witticisms. Along the Guatemalan-Mexican border, there has been more than one dead woman found per day for over the last year. Now left as that, it could be dismissed as just a rather vile system of patriarchy at it's normal work. But there's more. Most every single one of the women has encountered the same end, rape, intricate mutilation, and most vexing, a final execution style solitary bullet to the back of the skull. Maybe death squad style is a more appropriate adjective than execution style.
The thought, that this is purposeful, strategic, is so alien.
You can write me if you want that our troops are doing nasty stuff, but there are distinct differences. Differences in the prevalence of individual investment in atrocity.
And no, I don't think W personally committed these crimes.
