Andrew and I are having a very interesting conversation about the nature of privacy and boundaries on the internet, and my little bleeding heart would like to take a moment to apologize to anyone who I may have hurt or embarrassed by sometimes being a little thoughtless (not malicious though, I swear). Also, if anyone ever wants me to remove something from my blog you need simply to send me an email asking me to do so (nicely, if you can muster it!)
I, for one, will keep the social contract I have with my fellow humans and not blog about such things. (Yes, that’s stitched on the blanket I sleep under every night.)
Doesn’t look like this is online yet (someone forwarded the email to YM) and I know politicians at all levels have to coddle certain constituencies but I still find this odd…
Statement by Council Speaker Christine C. Quinn
Re: Israel’s right to defend against attacks
While many of us were celebrating the holiday season with friends and loved ones, the state of Israel found itself forced to defend against a series of unprovoked rocket attacks from Hamas militants. I want to express my support for the Israeli government as it works to prevent further violence against its citizens. Just as the United States reserves the right to defend itself against terrorist attacks, so must Israel be able to defend itself to prevent further loss of life.
In February of 2007, while visiting the city of Sderot during a Council delegation trip to Israel, I experienced first hand the shock and devastation of a rocket blast incident. That experience was just a small taste of the attacks many Israelis have faced on a near constant basis, and left me with a greater perspective on this ongoing struggle.
No one wishes to see escalating violence in the Gaza region, particularly in the wake of the six-month truce between Israel and Hamas that had left so many hopeful for further peaceful relations. But while I pray for a swift and lasting peace in this troubled region, I recognize that further military action may be necessary in order for Israel to preserve its security.
“After this experience, it didn’t take long for me to realize that most of the stereotypes associated with marijuana were true. I didn’t think I “got high” that first time and was therefore quite keen on doing it again. There was no longer a stigma, at least in my mind, associated with people who smoked marijuana.”
What’s the stigma? That they listen to Led Zeppelin and eat deliciouses? C’MON!
I hung out with one of my best high school friends over Christmas. Ron and I spent a good amount of time living in a van during the years we had a band together. Despite years of fighting “the shop”—that is, going to work on the line at General Motors—he’s been there for a while now, making good money while going to school. He’s just been laid off, at least temporarily. His coworker, an older woman, told him, “If something bad happens to me while I’m at work, drag me outside. Just drag me outside. I don’t want the last thing I see to be the ceiling of this factory.”
You felt that you needed to point out the impossibility of making such a joke? Really? Thanks, but it NEVER CROSSED MY MIND and I’m not sure what type of person mines a situation like this and tries to determine what’s an acceptable joke or not - except a sick fuck. Do we need to bring Bakes in here to call a cease-fire?
My email actually noted the impossibility of making such a joke, but if it was at all possible, I wanted to point out the horrors of the bombing by highlighting the sick banality of a potential corporate sponsorship. It would be mocking and condemning the perpetrators — and that means you, too, Nike boy — not the victims. Ask Naomi Klein. She’d understand. She’d understand the turtle too.
No misunderstanding. You wanted to make a fuckin’ Nike joke in regards to the horrors of the Gaza bombing on a man who lost his family? How? Just tell me how in the smallest possible way is there any angle for that? You sick fuck, Eli.
This is NOT TRUE. I wrote an email saying I wished there was a way to make a Nike comment pointing out the horrors of the strikes, but concluded it was impossible to do so without appearing to be a triumphalist bastard. Andrew misunderstood, just as he misunderstood the turtle comic, just as he misunderstands everything in the world that matters.
Katie likes it, and that’s all that matters to me. Plus, she points out that the “punchline” will be the inevitable comments beneath. I’m sure you’ll add your two cents, c/o your bashert. (Andrew, click here first.)
Also, Eli wanted to make a joke yesterday about a photo of a Palestinian man wearing a Nike hat and holding his baby son after his 4 daughters were blown to pieces. I won’t link to it but it’s the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I have no idea what kind of sick fuck would want to make a “Just Do It” crack, but I told him there was NO JOKE in any of this and banned it from YM. We’re getting edgy, but not that edgy, people. (Yes, it always ends with Jew on Jew fighting.)
An update to my egg nog contretempts. My mother astutely observed that for being so complainy, I could just make it. These good folk seem to have the right idea: Two cups of bourbon. It has to chill. I only made a half recipe (because I’m the only bourbon drinker in the house and you can’t trust anything you find on the internet; Exhibit A: us). Assuming the bourbon does its job, I won’t be updating the success until tomorrow.
What’s showing at the 92YTribeca screening room on Boxing Day? Orthodox Stance, a film about Dmitriy Salita who occupies the lonely Reuleaux Triangle in a Venn Diagram of Russian immigrant, professional boxer and religious Jew, of course.