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Interesting thought from Radiolab today – The reason that Iago is arguable the most horific character in Shakespeare is because all other bad guys before they die explain why they did what they did and confess to knowing it was evil. When given the opportunity all Iago says is “Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word.” So the audience doesn’t get any kind of closure to his evil. it is never fit into their moral world. To quote Alfred referencing the Joker: Some men just want to watch the world burn.

The sentiment reminds me of the last line from Okkervil River’s most horrific and beautiful song “Westfall” about a man being arrested for murdering a girl. The final lines of the song: “Evil don’t look like anything” land with a nihilistic smack on the rump of the supposed order of the universe.

Some dark thoughts for a fairly beautiful Tuesday morning. Hope all of you are not being evil today.

This is the first non-Russia Christmas I have spent away from my family, and even though I got to see them all just a few weeks ago, I am sad not to be with them today, but so happy for all the joy and progress in their lives.

I thought John Dehlin could express it better than anyone (I even like his macabre aside towards the end).

I love you all and have yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

Sending rays of love from the heart of Brooklyn.
(I apologize profusely for the budweiser ad, what can you do?)

The Mountain Goats cover “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas”

I am going to see The Weakerthans tonight. I was going through their new album which I don’t know so well and was entranced by this simple yet devastating little tune called Bigfoot. Enjoy this live version and the lyrics and I promise I will enjoy them as well this evening.

Bigfoot

I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks,
Patched the holes and fluid leaks,
Left dusk beneath a diabetic moon

And way to take the TV crews across the creaking ice
The news is howling to the timber wolves and soon

I’ll go through it all again
Watch their doubtful smiles begin
But the visions that I see believe in me

So praise the things I can’t forget with burgers and a silhouette
On t-shirts at the council general store

I’ll listen to the south winds sigh with rumors and regrets
And I don’t want to talk about it anymore

I’ll go through it all again
watch their doubtful smiles begin
When the visions that I see believe in me

Or the visions that I see that will believe me.

RIP Patrice O’Neal

Patrice O’Neal died today due to complications from a heart attack he suffered last month. I had been thinking about him a lot recently. I listened to his interviewon Marc Maron’s podcast WTF. At a time when people like to push buttons, Patrice seemed uniquely skilled at it. His outlook on life was overtly sexist, racist and offensive, and he made no qualms about it. His stand up had a meditative quality to it, yet the blows it dealt were devastating and hilarious.

Patrice had scored big points with his performance on the Roast of Charlie Sheen and was starting to work his way into the popular culture. This happens with comedians for some reason. They begin to gain momentum and it somehow it leads to their death. It’s sad, but maybe it is just how it has to be. Whatever the reality, I am sorry that he died. Check out his special, Elephant in the Room streaming on NetFlix right now.


 

Take It Easy My Brother

This one goes out to my Bro, Evan, who had a very big interview last week. One of Evan’s favorite catch phrases (and he has a few) is Take It Easy!

Today I was listening to an old Tropicalia record I had bought after seeing a wonderful documentary called Beyond Ipanema worked on by my friend Cristina Garza and I came across a song that reminded me of Evan and his words of wisdom.

The song is called Take It Easy My Brother Charles by Jorge Ben and it is making my writing day a lot more fun.

Happy Thanksgiving


Thanksgiving by John Currin, 2003, The Tate Collection, London.

It was lovely spending time with the fam. I found this on the site Your Daily Art.

What does sex sound like?

Sports Night Tonight

This weekend my lovely roommate Doug moved the modem to the front room so that I could plug my DVD player into the intraweb (which I had never done with a DVD player before. Isn’t the future wondrous?) which has given my DVD player the magical power of Netflix.

And since at the moment I am struggling to feel important and useful at my job I decided I wanted to watch an Aaron Sorkin show. See, Mr. Sorkin has written a few shows with many things in common, that is to say the shows hold common things, but more than anything they simultaneously hold, they hold this: People in Aaron Sorkin shows are good at their jobs. They are not just good at their jobs, they are stellar, they are immaculate at their jobs. They aren’t just professionals, they are professional job holders. And I like to watch this and live it vicariously, because truth be told, I was never all that good at jobs.

But Netflix doesnt’t have West Wing or Studio 60. But it does have Sports Night. I love the West Wing like a dissaproving parent who encourafges me to do better while all the time judging me, and I love Studio 60 like a drunk friend who thinks he’s funny but is actually just providing a sad commentary on the emptiness of entertaining others, but Studio 60 is difficult.

I think it was on Family Guy, or maybe the Simpsons, or something… that called Sports Night “the comedy that was too smart to be funny”. And that is not completely true. The truth is that Sports Night is actually something unique and rare. not that something unique wouldn’t automatically be rare. But economy of words seem ridiculous when you are watching Aaron Sorkin programming. All the same, it is unique and rare. It is a television show that chronicles one man’s tug of war with the concept popularly known as the laugh track.

The laugh track, as anyone who has ever TG it was F, is the worst thing that sitcoms have introduced into our lives. There’s only one word for it: pedantic. Actually there are probably lots of words for it but pedantic felt right. There are lots of words like pedantic for it because the feeling one has after being accosted by a laugh track is similar to that of being groped unwontedly at a movie. In following with the metaphor, the laugh track on most shows i s like being unwontedly groped during an Eddie Murphy movie. The laugh track during Sports Night is like being unwontedly groped during There Will Be Blood: Better in some ways, worse in others.

I am writing my blog again because I realized I was getting too worried about what my writing meant. i felt I couldn’t complete a piece without making sure that the structure, the spelling, the thesis, the conclusion, were all just so. I was feeling much like an Aaron Sorkin character probably feels about his or her job. I was feeling much like I was being groped in a movie theater. But I don’t like that. here are a few disparate and desperate thoughts on Sports Night. I don’t want to sell them to you. in fact I kind of hope you hated them. But I loved writing them. And even though I am going to get up in just about 6 and a half hours, i am going to watch one last episode of this god damned show, because I am 27 years old and I can do whatever the fuck I want.


It couldn’t be more lovely in New York today. This quick respite from the cold seems a nice consolation prize for going through the hurricane. I am procrastinating cleaning my room and listening to Chet Baker and feeling nostalgic and excited for the future all at once.

Indian Summer is such a distinct period of time, it makes it easy to flash back to past snapshots, a week of nice weather in the middle of the big cool down, a point where time’s influence on the moment weakens.

I hope you are having a lovely day.

Kirk

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