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New blog that is more than groovy…
The Political Voices of Women.
This is wonderful. Want to hear what women are talking about in the political blogosphere, this is the place to go. The founder also does Informed Voters.
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I dig George Romero. Of course he gave us our first zombies that were political/scary.
On his new movie Diary of the Dead which is shot much like Blair Witch and Cloverfield, he says some interesting stuff that I think has merit:
“There’s no power on the tube any more. It’s the computer, the iPod and whatever these new gizmos are. And everybody’s in touch with it,” he said. “There is serious debate going on, but most of it, and the stuff that people are attracted to, is in some way entertainment. Is Michael Moore an honest documentarian? Honestly? I don’t think he is. … The real discussion gets left behind the entertainment value.”
It only follows that Romero would want viewers of his stories to look beyond the entertainment value of squib-filled vests and heads split by scythes.
“All of my zombie films have been about the humans. The zombies, they could be anything,” he said. “They could be an avalanche, they could be a hurricane. It’s a disaster out there. The stories are about how people fail to respond in the proper way. They fail to address it. They keep trying to stick where they are, instead of recognizing that maybe this is too big for us to try to maintain. That’s the part of it that I’ve always enjoyed.”
Who knew that zombies could explain a lot about the human condition of the living.
Wait, I did.
Carry on.
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Tony, you choke me up. You do.
Of course, he has a hair helmet in this old clip, but it matters not.
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As I was driving into Nashville yesterday before I imbibed in an evening of good-natured debauchery with some truly fabulous people (IVY, I love my zombie Elvis more than I love cheese and I’m pretty damned fond of cheese. Mark, my hat is groovy and I’m wearing it right now in my pajamas), I turned the radio on and found several sports programs talking pretty much about one thing.
Rha-ger.
I called sports diva Squirrelly and gave her some of the highlights from some of the live updates that Colin Cowherd, Jim Rome and Mike Turrico were giving and it occurred to me that the Rocket, who was never one of my favorite pitchers by any stretch of the imagination, thinks this nation is rather stupid. Or at least that’s what I got out of it. I didn’t know we owed Roger anything but apparently we do. I’ll be sure to set up that shrine I’m apparently supposed to have when I get home.
Listen, he says he didn’t take steroids and that it was his wife who took HGH, yada, yada, yada … but Brian McNamee said he did. I’m thinking Rha-ger did something but who knows.
What grossed me out though is that Roger Clemens blamed everyone in the world for his troubles and owned nothing. To hear Clemens tell it, he is the most victimized man in America. I’ll give him an B+ for being defiant, but the self-righteous stuff was …
Wait, have I ever told you that self-righteous folks make my skin crawl? I didn’t. Okay, Self-righteous people make my skin crawl. There you go.
I don’t blame him for defending himself. But the whole “the president found me in a duck blind” and “I wore USA across my chest” statements then basically saying “How dare you? I’m Roger Clemens, Lord of Baseball and I’m also kind to kittens” just made me sort of go “Blech.”
Clemens basically had his day in the sun under oath and he flailed around like a dying trout. McNamee isn’t a saint either. But why is it everyone else’s fault in Roger’s world. Petitte “misremembered?” Knoblach?
Bueller?
Baseball has taken worse hits. But no one won yesterday, quite frankly. Not Roger, Not McNamee and definitely not baseball where we as fans forgive stupid crap but we don’t forget. And Roger, you looked like a tittybaby. Man up, dude. You don’t have to be so defensive and snarly if you didn’t do it.
But, I’m thinking you did something or you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did.
Wanker.
I don’t think there is anything as lovely at the state’s capitol in the morning. As I walked outside of the hotel this morning, Nashville was sleeping.
And it was so achingly lovely that I found myself, for a moment, losing my breath. I spent some of the earlier years of my life in this city and there are times I miss it. This morning was one of those times. It was just myself and the city of my youth. Where I fell in love once, found my voice, fell out of love and began the journey to where I am today.
Sometimes I miss this city.
And this morning was one of those times. I walked the couple of blocks around the buildings when traffic was non-existent before dawn and there was the illusion of it just being the city and me. Steam rising from the street was oddly comforting.
I walked on the grounds of the capitol and smiled. As a political junkie, it was nice to feel the history of the place without the static that accompanies it when those buildings are filled with the politicians and the people who keep it up and running.
Yeah, sometimes I miss Nashville. And sometimes I think Nashville misses me.
Photos From Hoots
