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Japan's Worst Crisis Since World War Two
Mar. 15th, 2011 11:44 am1.
There's a lot to think about here. I think the news is, where is the international nuclear reactor meltdown UN swat team?
If you're going to insist on building your reactors on the seismic fault at San Onofre, yannow?
I was arguing with the comandante at KWRK that even the nuclear power plant capitalist pigs who bought and sold Obama's soul are interested, or should be, in preserving their valuable machines and not being liable for millions of deaths by not, you know, building your reactors on seismic faults. He just said, they're not.
This strikes me as a big deal.
2.
The two big issues are the dynamite footage recorded of the wave itself on cell phone and citizen cams, and the numeracy of the dead.
Numeracy is very, very difficult to cover. Genocide art -- of which the Japanese are the supreme practitioners, beginning with Barefoot Gen and Sadako Sasaki and Godzilla and much, much more -- has been grappling with it for 60 years. I'm thinking too of Hiroshima, by John Hersey, in which he walks though the city. That of course is the other way of covering it. Be there. On foot.
http://www.amazon.com/Little-Boy-
3.
I've started re-reading Thomas de Zengotita's Mediated, which is shaping up perhaps the most important book in my life since All That Is Solid Melts Into Air. The previous most important was 100 Years of Solitude. That's a nice essay right there.
Mediated is all about Charlie Sheen and the zombification of his actual, if arguably artificial, personality by Chuck Lorre and the star system, and why Charlie Sheen unmediated -- that is, expressing himself on the social media, without the mediation of network cameras and the heroic, derriere garde, pre-modern, Aristotelian, narrative arc of sitcoms scripted out of his own personna -- the Real Charlie Sheen on Ustream is so mesmerizing and so gross, all collaged glossolalia soundbites from Platoon or even creepier, Daddy's movie: Apocalypse Me. Sez here glossolalia is learned behavior. Mediated, which is why the commenters at TMZ are saying Charlie isn't sick or crazy, but making this all up. He is making it up. But he's authentically sick too. Which people are unwilling to concede because his personna was false to start with -- drugs, including porn, are not a personality -- and is now zombified by Lorre. What the Ustream Sheen is, is the avatar of zombie Sheen. Mesmerizing -- addicts have real negative vortex attention-getting power, it's a rush -- and conformed to keep me watching.
I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt
I remember back when we started
My kisses used to turn you inside out
I used to drive you to work in the morning
Friday night I'd drive you all around
You used to love to drive me wild
But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down
Down, down, down, down, hey boppa dee down down!
This is the best song about a heroin/downer rush I ever heard. And, I submit, it's the bottomy energy Monroe had that Sheen has that attracts lampreys like Lorre as flames to the moth. It's also incredibly naturalistically videogenic: addict energy.
Monroe's last shoot, by Bert Stern.
http://www.gq.com/entertainment/
4.
Off to find you a good review of de Zengo.
Here's a snarky British one, but their take on American intellectuals is always bracing and often snotty.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/theobserver/
Sadako Sasaki, d. 1955 of radiation sickness, astride Fat Boy: only in Japan
There's a lot to think about here. I think the news is, where is the international nuclear reactor meltdown UN swat team?
If you're going to insist on building your reactors on the seismic fault at San Onofre, yannow?
I was arguing with the comandante at KWRK that even the nuclear power plant capitalist pigs who bought and sold Obama's soul are interested, or should be, in preserving their valuable machines and not being liable for millions of deaths by not, you know, building your reactors on seismic faults. He just said, they're not.
This strikes me as a big deal.
2.
The two big issues are the dynamite footage recorded of the wave itself on cell phone and citizen cams, and the numeracy of the dead.
Numeracy is very, very difficult to cover. Genocide art -- of which the Japanese are the supreme practitioners, beginning with Barefoot Gen and Sadako Sasaki and Godzilla and much, much more -- has been grappling with it for 60 years. I'm thinking too of Hiroshima, by John Hersey, in which he walks though the city. That of course is the other way of covering it. Be there. On foot.
http://www.amazon.com/Little-Boy-
3.
I've started re-reading Thomas de Zengotita's Mediated, which is shaping up perhaps the most important book in my life since All That Is Solid Melts Into Air. The previous most important was 100 Years of Solitude. That's a nice essay right there.
Mediated is all about Charlie Sheen and the zombification of his actual, if arguably artificial, personality by Chuck Lorre and the star system, and why Charlie Sheen unmediated -- that is, expressing himself on the social media, without the mediation of network cameras and the heroic, derriere garde, pre-modern, Aristotelian, narrative arc of sitcoms scripted out of his own personna -- the Real Charlie Sheen on Ustream is so mesmerizing and so gross, all collaged glossolalia soundbites from Platoon or even creepier, Daddy's movie: Apocalypse Me. Sez here glossolalia is learned behavior. Mediated, which is why the commenters at TMZ are saying Charlie isn't sick or crazy, but making this all up. He is making it up. But he's authentically sick too. Which people are unwilling to concede because his personna was false to start with -- drugs, including porn, are not a personality -- and is now zombified by Lorre. What the Ustream Sheen is, is the avatar of zombie Sheen. Mesmerizing -- addicts have real negative vortex attention-getting power, it's a rush -- and conformed to keep me watching.
I remember back when we started
My kisses used to turn you inside out
I used to drive you to work in the morning
Friday night I'd drive you all around
You used to love to drive me wild
But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down
Down, down, down, down, hey boppa dee down down!
This is the best song about a heroin/downer rush I ever heard. And, I submit, it's the bottomy energy Monroe had that Sheen has that attracts lampreys like Lorre as flames to the moth. It's also incredibly naturalistically videogenic: addict energy.
Monroe's last shoot, by Bert Stern.
http://www.gq.com/entertainment/
4.
Off to find you a good review of de Zengo.
Here's a snarky British one, but their take on American intellectuals is always bracing and often snotty.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/theobserver/
Sadako Sasaki, d. 1955 of radiation sickness, astride Fat Boy: only in Japan
