And John Stewart returns with a long piece on Gaza. I guess someone is going to call him a self-hating Jew too. Can't there be a better name what about "humanity-loving Jew" or "not cracked out of our skulls with hate Jew"? I did not file this under funny because I don't know if it's funny, like yes I am laughing but maybe I need a category called Desperation Satire or something.
So I tried to consolidate my music library onto an external hard-drive. Cue scary music. 48 hours later, (as of 1:00am yesterday) things seemed to be going well. I had all the music on my external drive, life was good.
Well, or so I thought. This morning, as recommended by the article I was following during this process, I unplugged the external drive to make sure iTunes was reading from there. In theory if the devil program was reading from my external then I would end up with a bunch of question marks where my music should have been.
Here is the song I will use to introduce 2009 musically to the blog.
Why? Mostly because I have been really into learning about mental health lately (okay maybe forever, natch). Currently I am reading Mad, Bad and Sad: A History of Women and the Mind Doctors from 1800 to the Present and it's a page-turner, seriously. "Crazy chicks" are fascinating and the subject of a great deal of cultural material, also often the objects of a great deal of affection. Why is that? I am digressing a bit here, but no matter how interesting the book is, it really strikes me that the author is more comfortable sticking to a very objective and cursory description of the gendered history of mental health. Rather then trying to analyze or suggesting any patterns or recurring themes in terms of social relations with, or community reception of the mentally ill. I keep hoping for a richer more textured narrative of the relationships and experiences that take place in (and out of) asylums and through outpatient care, but I keep getting stuck with stuff like. "After an apparent full recovery she was returned to her family and died at the age of 76". Okay... that's a bit vague. I guess that's why I read novels, things like Bedlam may be fiction, but they seem to provide more deep insight then the real histories are able to.
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