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Mr. Sun, You Slay Me

by blue midget

By now, most of you know that President Bush has nominated Harriet Miers to the Supreme Court. Miers has zero judicial experience, but has been a very close advisor to the President. Oh yeah, I knew it was going to happen as soon as I saw that Bush had alluded to nominating a woman or minority: We were about to have a mini-Bush nominated to the Court. It’s the trade-off, see? Everyone gets their woman or minority, and Bush uses this compensation as an opportunity to appoint his Mini-Me. I was not disappointed in my conspiracy theory, and thus, the outcry of the nation against Bush. Hey, if you’re the so-called “leader of the free-world”, wouldn’t you want to give your buddies a leg-up? If appointed, this woman’s going to have a job as a Supreme Court Justice for the rest of her natural life. That’s more than most of us can say.

I’m not sure how I found the weblog for Mr. Sun. One day I was trying out the new Google Blog Search and found it. Who knows what keywords I had entered, but there it was, shining like a guilty pleasure before me. Earlier this week, when I went for my routine check-up on the site, Mr. Sun had posted a hilarious article regarding Bush appointing his close friend to the Supreme Court, and further actions along this vein. Well, I say ‘article’, but it’s more of a diagram… Actually, I’m not even sure how to describe this thing. You’ll just have to see it for yourself. Kudos to you, Mr. Sun. The conservative in me was offended, but the rest of me was laughing so hard that my latte was coming out of my nose.

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The Deep End

by blue midget

Over the past couple of days I have found it difficult to write you any sort of worthy entry because something has been weighing heavily upon my mind. Unfortunately, in a case like this, I can’t write anything else until I get it off my chest. It’s creative blockage of sorts quite similar to constipation, but without the prune juice or strained voice. Fear not, I will be returning with more sarcasm very soon. Until then, you get Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey.

This weekend during my Saturday class, our professor showed a video of some strange Yoko Ono-type artist. Of course I cannot recall his name so you’re just going to have to trust me on this one. His paintings and drawings were not what I would consider “artful” and his music was more of a bizarre emotional expression and statement than traditional compositions. For example, at one point in the documentary, said artist was creating “music” by rubbing a feather against a cactus while his long time friend was ballet dancing to the sound it made. I’m being serious. The piano compositions were all structured noises by banging on the keys – something I have been required to do in music theory classes, but not as actual pieces of music. His loud banging was a composition based on the Holocaust, so the distressed noises made sense after seeing the title, although I still can’t figure out why anyone would pay money to listen to it. The composition was certainly a thought-provoking statement, but not necessarily beautiful. I appreciated the documentary in that it was completely different than my perception of art, and my understanding of other people’s idea of art was stretched just a bit farther.

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