In order to keep nosy paparazzi and garbage-trawlers away from my financial details, I purchased a decent shredder. It makes fine short strips and would possibly thwart even the reassembly skills of Iranian Revolutionaries.
But my shredder is mechanized and mindless and has no soul. No élan vital. So I've decided to rend my papers by hand, with the help of the 5-bladed shredding hand scissors available at the retailer MicroCenter.Soon, shredding will once again be an act of personal expression and fulfillment.
[I may be prepared to provide this service for a fee for the discerning and profligate who appreciate sustainable craftsmanship.]
With a punishing austerity budget due to descend upon Britain (my thoughts are with you), it's time for lefty troubadour Billy Bragg to speak up for the ragged masses.
Let's get enthused about road maintenance with his stirring song A13 Trunk Road to the Sea, which is basically (Get Your Kicks on) Route 66. Kind of.
If you ever have to go to Shoeburyness Take the A road, the OK road that's the best Go motorin' on the A13
If you're looking for a thrill that's new Take in Fords [The Ford factory in Dagenham], Dartford Tunnel [Road tunnel under the River Thames to the east of London] and the river [The River Thames] too Go motorin' on the A13
It starts down in Wapping There ain't no stopping By-pass Barking [Billy Bragg's birthplace] and straight through Dagenham Down to Grays Thurrock And rather near Basildon Pitsea, Thundersley, Hadleigh, Leigh-On-Sea, Chalkwell, Prittlewell Southend's the end
If you ever have to go to Shoeburyness Take the A road, the OK road that's the best Go motorin' on the A13
"She told deputies she is from the United Kingdom and transporting goats in this manner is acceptable there."
According to Ms. Enderdy--who said she had kindly obtained the animal as a pet for her four Kenyan passengers--the standards of caprine conveyance in the UK are lamentable. Please, Britishers, leave your livestock handling practices behind when you come to the USA.
Wilhelm Reich was a castoff of early psychoanalysis who believed that the energy of life, including that from orgasms, was a distinguishable and collectible force called "orgone energy." An orgone accumulator could be built (and he built them-- in part for which he was imprisoned in the USA and his books were burned) which would enable those positioned in the small cabinet to be revitalized by the forces of life and of ecstasy
Yes indeed, that's a schematic outline of part of the most prurient of Reich's ideas.
The Serbian filmmaker Dusan Makavejev used those Reichian themes and more to shape a "70's ludicrous," * tedious and hilarious movie called WR: Mysteries of the Organism in 1971.
Makavejev subsequently made a well received "serious" movie called Montenegro in 1981 dealing with political themes from his native Yugoslavia and beyond.
Four years later, for some reason we can only celebrate, an international consortium paid for Makevejev to create a sublime concoction of politics, commerce, surreal humor, cultural imperialism and romantic comedy called The Coca-Cola Kid. Eric Roberts plays a good-ole southern boy sent to the Australian outback to capture for American business the drinking habits of one of the few places in the world that had not yet succumbed to Coke.
It's a universal movie; it resonates more over the decades. It features a luminous Greta Scacchi. It has fewer Australians than expected in lead roles. And yet, as a character in the following clip jests, it's "As Australian as a barbed wire canoe. It's as Australian as a shit sandwich."
This movie will repay your attention but it's not what you expect.
Behold Neil Finn of Crowded House toying with the American corporatist for all he's worth and then performing the best Coca-Cola jingle that the corporation would never allow to represent it.
Lyrics:
Don't want to go Where there's no Coca-Cola
You've got
Life by the throat When you're drinking Coke
Choke back the tears When there's no Coca-Cola
You've got
Life by the throat When you're drinking Coke
Under the hot sun When the day is done And you're dying of thirst There's only one drink It's universal
Don't want to go Where there's no Coca-Cola
You've got
Life by the throat When you're drinking Coke Choke back the tears When there's no Coca-Cola
You've got
Life by the throat When you're drinking Coke Life by the throat When you're drinking Coke
Life by the throat When you're drinking Coke Keeps you up 'cause there's nothing like Coke
* Footnote: "70's ludicrous" is a category of films from the late sixties through the seventies that are bold, experimental, "counter-cultural," sometimes tedious and often outrageous. It's my own designation. I know it when I see it.
In order to keep nosy paparazzi and garbage-trawlers away from my financial details, I purchased a decent shredder. It makes fine short strips and would possibly thwart even the reassembly skills of Iranian Revolutionaries.
Soon, shredding will once again be an act of personal expression and fulfillment.
