Sunday, December 22, 2002

Por el camine del sitio mio

un carretero alegre paso

con su canciones que es muy sentida

y muy guajira allegre canto

Me voy al transbordador

a descargar la carretera (bis)

para cumplir con la meta

de mi pequena labor

A caballo vamos pa'l monte

a caballo vamos pa'l monte (bis)

Yo trabajo sin reposo

para poderme casar (bis)

y si lo llego a lograr

sere un guajiro dichoso

A caballo vamos pa'l monte

a caballo vamos pa'l monte (bis)

Soy guajiro y carretero

y en el campo vivo bien (bis)

porque el campo es el eden

mas lindo del mundo entero

A caballo vamos pa'l monte

a caballo vamos pa'l monte (bis)

Chapea el monte,cultiva el llano

recoge el fruto,de tu sudor (bis)

Friday, December 06, 2002

Journalism's first obligation is to the truth.

Its first loyalty is to citizens.

Its essence is a discipline of verification.

Its practitioners must maintain an independence from those they cover

It must serve as an independent monitor of power.

It must provide a forum for public criticism and compromise.

It must strive to make the significant interesting and relevant.

It must keep the news comprehensive and proportional.

Its practitioners must be allowed to exercise their personal conscience.

In the new century, one of the most profound questions for democratic society is whether an independent press survives. The answer will depend on whether journalists have the clarity and conviction to articulate what an independent press means, and whether, as citizens, the rest of us care.

-Bill Kovach and Tom Rosenstiel, The Elements of Journalism

Monday, December 02, 2002

Saturday, November 30, 2002

If you ever get the chance, check out a band (now defunct) by the name of that dog. Back in the heady days of the early 90's, when I used to be obsessed by girl bands, that dog was among the coolest, with Los Angeles artiness and ethereal harmonies (did I really just say ethereal?). They had great pop inspired hooks and...a violin! Pretty much any non traditional use of a violin piques my interest, and this was some cool stuff. Here's a picture of them. The two women on the left and the right are twin sisters. The one on the right plays the wicked fiddle I spoke of. You can check them out at this site, which has a few tunes. The best, or at least the most characteristic of the tunes are actually under the "videos" section. One of their great tunes is "He's Kissing Christian" from their strongest album, "Totally Crushed Out." The other videos are pretty good too. The first, "Old Timer," was directed by the auteur of music videos, Spike Jonze. I don't really watch music videos anymore, so I don't know if he's still working or what, but the video is very clever. The group is dressed in "Hotdog On a Stick" uniforms. HOS was this freaky mall based chain that served gross food delivered by depressed employees in really degrading uniforms. I rarely go to malls these days, and when I do, I generally leave in a panic, so I'm not sure if Hotdog on A Stick is still in business either.

Monday, October 28, 2002

My parents left for Albuquerque after a six day visit here in the Big Easy. It was great to see them and now I feel ready to pass out from exhaustion. Unfortunately, I've got a lot of work to do before a little trip I'm taking. More on this later.

Friday, October 11, 2002

OK, so lately I have been getting ever so slightly peeved when I am around other seemingly "progressive" types, if that's really a type of person at all. I have been frustrated because I couldn't figure out exactly why I have been getting annoyed. I mean, we're all on the same side, right? I would find myself reading an e-mail and getting agitated to the point that I just wanted to delete the e-mail, and pretend it had never popped into my box. It finally dawned on me. It's a syndrome I am going to entitle "liberal bureaucrat syndrome." This is when people, rather than trying to support an idea with activities like actually doing something become involved by making suggestions of things for you to do. Or, the most irritating habit to me, people making extended critiques of all things done by others in the past, from a safe and distant vantage point. I realized that it's not so much people bossing each other around that annoys me (although I'm still not crazy about that), it's having to hear an endless stream of chatter from people who are either not creative enough or too scared to do something for themselves or are too lazy to even try. I recently heard it described as the insertion of middle management into an activist movement, which is really dead on. A politically incorrect way to say it may be "too many chiefs and not enough indians." I read some punk rock lyrics recently that went something like: ideas flow from deeds, not the former from the latter. I totally agree. Personality and charisma based movements are over, and we sure don't need any more bureaucrats, self promoters or ego freaks. OK, so I'm done complaining now. Back to the struggle.

Thursday, October 03, 2002

So, what have I been up to lately? Hmmm....well, we just made it through our second hurricane in two weeks, I updated the look of the website, I designed a cheesy little web page for a bike ride I liked very much, and next week I begin as a fellow of the Institute of Politics.

Saturday, September 28, 2002

Monday, August 26, 2002

The Disenchanted Kingdom: George Ritzer On The Disappearance Of Authentic American Culture.

An interview by Derrick Jensen: