| 革命不是请客吃饭，不是做文章，不是绘画绣花，不能那样雅致，那样从容不迫，文质彬彬， 那样温良恭俭让。革命是暴动，是一个阶级推翻另一个阶级的暴烈的行动 -毛泽东 A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another |
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| Get off your ass
Politics is not cool. Or rather, cool, interesting, alive people do not seem to be the ones who are drawn to the Political Process. Think back to the kids who were into running for student office. Now consider some of the 2000’s adult versions of these very same kids: men who aren’t even enough like human beings to dislike. It’s way easier to roll your eyes and not give a shit. You probably don’t want to hear about this, even. If you are bored and disgusted by politics and don’t bother to vote, you are in effect voting for the entrenched Establishments of the two major parties, who are not dumb and are keenly aware that it’s in their interests to keep you disgusted and bored and cynical and to give you every possible psychological reason to stay home doing one-hitters and watching MTV Spring Break on Primary Day. By all means stay at home if you want, but don’t bullshit yourself that you’re not voting. There is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard’s vote |
Best sign from this year’s NYC Marathon:
taken by Ed Stern
At some point this weekend, I misplaced my watch. I know that it is somewhere in my apartment but I haven’t been able to find it yet. Dammit.
Going timepiece-less has reminded me how much I look at my wrist for the time. It is this subtle, almost subconscious act that I apparently do very frequently. I don’t feel the impulse to know the time for the sake of knowing how much time I have left until my next commitment - I want to know the time all the time just because. I don’t know, I guess it makes me feel better to be able to say “ah, it’s 3:17pm.”
So with no watch, I find myself glancing around me to find the time: the LED displays in the newer 4/5/6 subway, the oddly-positioned clocks on the walls in my office (and they all have slightly different times), a clock tower on the outside of a bank on the street. Strangely, I don’t like pulling my cell phone out of my pocket or bag to check the time: if I don’t have my watch, I seem to prefer to discover the time passively.
I know you’re around here somewhere and I’m going to find you!
(Also this weekend, my work Blackberry was displaced. It has come back to my possession now and took nearly five minutes to download the 150 or so work emails its missed in the past few days. Unsurprisingly, I did not miss not having it around.)