Monday, August 24, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Pop Culture in the Age of Obama

August 5, 2009

The term “pop culture” appeared around 1960, just as its meaning became confused. High-culture up-and-comers were embracing pop imagery and tropes with a vengeance, and the best and brightest creators of entertainment were suddenly producing work of thrilling sophistication and complexity. It was also the coming-of-age moment for the first baby boomers, a cohort defined by its television-saturated upbringing and unparalleled level of college education — a generation, in other words, unapologetic in its love of commercial pop even as it put on arty airs....

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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Hey, remember when we were young and crazy?

Election night was one of the finest of my young life.

In honor of that memory, here is Obama's article in the New York Times today:

Why We Need Health Care Reform


OUR nation is now engaged in a great debate about the future of health care in America. And over the past few weeks, much of the media attention has been focused on the loudest voices. What we haven’t heard are the voices of the millions upon millions of Americans who quietly struggle every day with a system that often works better for the health-insurance companies than it does for them... (click here to read the rest)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Hong Kong Debut

Filmed and edited by: Jordan and Caleb
Music: "Major Label Debut (Fast)" by Broken Social Scene

Hong Kong

I'm back you guys!

Go to my flickr for photos of the trip.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Act XVIII: Applebottom jeans. Boots with the shame.

By Jordan, in honor of Hallie

I feel!
I've got so much feeling
I could just--
Maybe if I--
Suppose we could--
It's no use.
I am fated
To a world
Of devastation!
In which I live
Like a castaway
On an island
Doomed to sit
And decay
Doomed to fear
And dismay!
I fear the world
I fear myself
I fear--
The days drag
Like some long
Dragging thing
I find myself alone
With only pain
As my company--
So much to do
And so little time--
Wait a minute
Strike that
Reverse it--
Reverse everything!
Take me back
To the days
Of laughter and youth
We were free and uncouth
We were--
I look in the mirror--
I smash it!
I look at my wrist--
I slash it!
I look to the skies--
I see a little cloud that looks like a rabbit!
It makes me sick!
It makes me feel...
I know this feeling
Yes, I know now--
I know it well--
This is loneliness!
A bicycle built for one
The sound of a sole hand clapping
The taste of my bitter tears!
Tastes like chicken!
Now questions, questions, questions
Rattle in my brain!
Drive me insane!
Baby you can drive my car--
Of anguish
Of misery
Of grief!
Is there no relief?
Why have you gone?
What are you doing?
If chickens had lips would they whistle?
I find myself with no answers
No joy
No happiness
No hope--
Only the dream
Of the day
When you come home!
I send this letter
My last resort--
From my heart to yours
Dear Maria,
Please, return--