1. malformalady:

McDonalds sign catches fire in Brazil


    McDonalds sign catches fire in Brazil

    Reblogged from: architectureofdoom
  2. I guess I missed the golden age of Satanism.

    I guess I missed the golden age of Satanism.

    Reblogged from: killstarclothing
  3. To: all@wonkette.com

    Date: January 7, 2008

    Subject: Thousand-year reich / editorial policy

    • Permanent ban on baby talk, old internet memes, etc. Yes yes, let he who never posted a LOLcat cast the first stone, etc. But it’s a new year, we are building a bigger readership (including actual adults!), and we will type like upright humans with opposable thumbs. So please pack that stuff away in your 2005-2007 tool box: teh, !!1!, interwebs, internetz, any sort of “z for plural” or other such internet baby talk.
    • Also, as I mentioned to some of you: No vulgarities in headlines, ever. (Google News has warned us, and readers don’t won’t giant FUCK YOUs on their screen when the boss walks by.) And keep the in-post profanity to a very bare minimum. If the vulgarity isn’t adding something interesting to the sentence, cut it—save the vulgarity for shock value or when there’s simply no better available word.
    • It’s a blog, so we don’t care if we reference something repeatedly. Ideally, the subject matter of items will vary a bit from post to post on the front page, but the cold fact is that we have very little to write about this year—a shrinking pool of loathsome people & their dumb campaign antics—and anything especially noteworthy is going to be written about in dozens or even hundreds of posts, and during these primaries we are going to hammer away at the same little box of bullshit news all day long every day. So keep it short, keep it funny, and remember that the post is forgotten by readers mere seconds after they see it and move on to the next thing. (This doesn’t mean people don’t love their Wonkette. They do. But it’s a cumulative response based on a steady stream of “funny-at-the-time” blogging, as you’ll see one day when you try to find “clips” on Wonkette & see nothing but old blog posts instead.)
    • You don’t need to schedule posts. I see a lot of terrorist “chatter” these days about planning out the posting on a blog. Please don’t bother. With three full-timers, one part-timer, two columnists, two video/photo people and two interns, we should have a constant stream of posts. A good example of this was our Iowa caucus day, with 60 or so posts in 24 hours, which means a post every 12 minutes or so—but in reality, that was about a post every 6 minutes over a dozen or so hours. If something is really super good and needs to be highlighted for longer, that’s what the “top” category is for. I’m also bringing back the WEEK IN REVIEW thing to highlight exciting posts again.
    • Why is it on Wonkette? A little question to ask before posting something.

    Jim Newell referenced this January 2008 memo the other day, written when Gawker published Wonkette and I had just come back to the company as Wonkette’s sole editor. My comrade Max Read’s new Gawker.com ban on meaningless 10-year-old Internet slang shows that every several years, some brave website editor has to do this all over again to clean out the sewer pipes.

  4. Greenfriar - Greenfriar.com

    And with that Ed Abbey quote as a motto, Greenfriar launched this week. Come on by and read some good stuff about hiking, endangered species, mountain cabins, desert hermits, backyard chickens, urban forests and other stuff that makes life worth living.

  5. Earth First! over the years, with and without Ed Abbey.

  6. I’ve only ever had two Grateful Dead albums, American Beauty and Workingman’s Dead, and while far from a “deadhead” I do hold the view that Jerry Garcia is one of the great American vocalists. Especially on those two records, he has the weary wisdom and grace of Merle Haggard and something mysterious that always makes me think of ’50s/Verve-era Billie Holiday. (There is a Dead channel on the satellite radio, and it makes me wince unless it’s a track from those two records or one of Garcia’s clear-voiced solo records with folk or country-esque accompaniment.)

    Here, via Dangerous Minds, is an hour-long set played by the band in 1971 at the Château d’Hérouville. The performance happened here because the festival they were booked to play got rained out. The audience consists of villagers and the socialist TV crew from Paris. I only listened to the numbers that Jerry Garcia sings, because personal preference is what it is. And in those, there is sadness and romance and that weird cowboy balance of rustic beauty and roiling apocalypse I get from my favorite Robert Hunter-Jerry Garcia songs.

    The Grateful Dead were the saloon band for a Western Apocalypse we just barely avoided, by accident. I paid them no attention at all until a long debauched trip up Cottonwood Canyon in Death Valley when Reagan was still president and the news warned of a massive radiation cloud hitting the West Coast from the disaster at Chernobyl. My friends and I set up camp in a wide cave-like hole in the canyon’s western wall, the walls rising up to a perfect point, like an ancient church. Wild burros wandered by now and then, and the night sky’s eastern edge had yet to be yellowed by Las Vegas sprawl.

    "Retreat" has come to mean a corporate or academic conference at a resort, because the most beautiful words are most prone to being poisoned, but songs like "Uncle John’s Band" and "Friend of the Devil" are songs of actual retreat, pulling back, licking wounds, adjusting to circumstance, making families out of whoever happened to be available and reasonably trustworthy. The West is romanticized not because of the industrialists who made fortunes "taming" the wild and arid lands for real-estate scams and importation of upstanding middle-class families and merchants from Iowa, but because of the characters forced to find refuge after the Gold Rush.

    And that’s the report from a rainy San Francisco Sunday on this day of our lord, etc.

  7. Good-bye to my very good friend Hunter the dog.

  8. The Official 'Eat The Press' Financial Crisis Retro Reader

    Five years into the continuing economic crisis, Jason Linkins has put together this guide to the books (including fiction), movies and other media that told the story of the collapse that turned so many middle-class people into poor people.

    My book Dignity made this list, hooray, and I found a lot of stuff I missed when it was published, like this piece by Alex Pareene.

  9. If you’ve ever tried to eat dinner at a restaurant, but you couldn’t figure out how to pay, and also you don’t have anyone to eat with, this app will maybe be for you, who knows.
  10. William S. Burroughs and Joe Strummer, probably 1978?

    William S. Burroughs and Joe Strummer, probably 1978?

  11. Imagine being stuck on a plane with LIVE STAND-UP COMEDIANS

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