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if you read the other thread you know..i'm on a plane..no longer over the ocean..thank god..but it's going on the 6th hour...and i'm getting BORED!!!!!!!!! so entertain...i don't like the other threads right now so i'm starting a new one...

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:41 (twenty-two years ago)

diddle a stewardess, then post back.

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:43 (twenty-two years ago)

You're not gonna like this one either.

The Huckle-Buck (Horace Mann), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:43 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm sorry, that was a little uncalled for.

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Hmm...since I'm female I'll pass on the stewardess bit..but thanks for the idea.

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:44 (twenty-two years ago)

Here's 'complete all-round entertainer' Usher.

"YEAH!"

William Bloody Swygart (mrswygart), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:46 (twenty-two years ago)

The true entertainment wouldn't be usher..but lil john in the background screaming things out randomly. I wish he could forever follow me around..and every time i got mad or angry or got into an argument he would pop out from behind me and scream "YEAH!!" that would be cool.

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:47 (twenty-two years ago)

How much money did that post cost?

Be sure to Loop! Loop, Loop, Loop. (ex machina), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:49 (twenty-two years ago)

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WOMEN CAN'T DIDDLE EACH OTHER?

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:50 (twenty-two years ago)

Well whaddya know!

And he's brought the Eastside Boyz with him too! Bonus!

"YEAH!" "YEAH!" "Yuss."

William Bloody Swygart (mrswygart), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:50 (twenty-two years ago)

huh?

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:50 (twenty-two years ago)

The "huh" was directed to loop loop...it's free for me...i'm not footing the bill for my internet activity while on the plane.

but seriously i want lil jon to follow me everywhere...he can bring his friends if he wants...it'll be like a freak with tyrets(sp?) following me everywhere...only slightly more psycho

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:52 (twenty-two years ago)

Turrets

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:53 (twenty-two years ago)

All signs point to..... MINESWEEPER!!!

Or you can read this:

The Rebirth of the NYRB

by SCOTT SHERMAN

[from the June 7, 2004 issue]

QUOT-Dear Mr. Secretary: I am writing you to submit my resignation from the
Foreign Service of the United States and from my position as political
counselor in US Embassy Athens, effective March 7. I do so with a heavy
heart." So wrote Brady Kiesling, a career US diplomat, in a letter to
Secretary of State Colin Powell last year. The letter was candid and direct:
"Our fervent pursuit of war with Iraq is driving us to squander the
international legitimacy that has been America's most potent weapon of both
offense and defense since the days of Woodrow Wilson.... Our current course
will bring instability and danger, not security."

Greek newspapers were quick to publish Kiesling's pithy and prescient
statement, but it was virtually ignored in the US press until The New York
Review of Books reprinted it at the onset of the Iraq war. Kiesling invoked
a number of themes that had been percolating in the Review's pages since
late 2001: the recklessness of George Bush and his Administration; the
erosion of civil liberties and constitutional protections at home; the
growing estrangement of the United States from the rest of the world; and--a
decisive matter for the Review--the rupture with longtime allies France and
Germany.

The manner in which Kiesling's letter arrived on these shores points to a
significant new development in the higher echelons of American culture: the
re-emergence of The New York Review of Books as a powerful and combative
actor on the political scene. Born as a highbrow literary magazine in 1963,
the Review took a vocal role in contesting the Vietnam War, and its pages
were filled with essays by Noam Chomsky, Eric Hobsbawm, I.F. Stone, Andrew
Kopkind, Ellen Willis, Tom Hayden and other leading writers from the left.
Around 1970, a sturdy liberalism began to supplant left-wing radicalism at
the paper. As Philip Nobile observed in his 1974 book Intellectual
Skywriting, the Review returned to its roots and became "a literary magazine
on the British nineteenth-century model, which would mix politics and
literature in a tough but gentlemanly fashion."

In the wake of the Vietnam War, the Review became a formidable--and, in some
sense, unique--journalistic institution. Many of its readers reside in
academia, but the paper has a devoted following in the upper reaches of
media, politics and philanthropy, which gives it an influence vastly out of
proportion to its circulation of 130,000. (One recent essay, Peter
Galbraith's "How to Get Out of Iraq," even caused a stir among some military
intellectuals.) That influence translates into dollars: In contrast to
virtually all serious literary and political journals, which drain money
from their owners, the Review has been profitable for decades. But the
formula is not without its imperfections, which have grown more pronounced
in recent years. The publication has always been erudite and
authoritative--and because of its analytical rigor and seriousness,
frequently essential--but it hasn't always been lively, pungent and
readable. A musty odor, accompanied by a certain aversion to risk-taking,
has pervaded its pages for a long time. "In recent years," says the
historian Ronald Steel, who has contributed since 1965, "the paper has
sometimes verged on being bland or predictable, always using the same
people."

But the election of George W. Bush, combined with the furies of 9/11, jolted
the editors. Since 2001, the Review's temperature has risen and its
political outlook has sharpened. Old warhorses bolted from their armchairs.
Prominent members of the Review "family"--a stable that includes veteran
journalists (Thomas Powers, Frances FitzGerald, Ian Buruma), literary stars
(Joan Didion, Norman Mailer) and academic heavyweights (Stanley Hoffmann,
Ronald Dworkin, Arthur Schlesinger Jr.)--charged into battle not only
against the White House but against the lethargic press corps and the
"liberal hawk" intellectuals, some of whom are themselves prominent members
of the Review's extended family. In stark contrast to The New Yorker, whose
editor, David Remnick, endorsed the Iraq war in a signed essay in February
2003, asserting that "a return to a hollow pursuit of containment will be
the most dangerous option of all"; or The New York Times Magazine, which
gave ample space to Michael Ignatieff, Bill Keller, Paul Berman, George
Packer and other prowar liberal hawks, the Review opposed the Iraq war in a
voice that was remarkably consistent and unified.

The firepower it directed against the liberal hawks reveals much about the
Review's political mood these days. Like many in the liberal hawk camp, the
publication sanctioned US military intervention in the Balkans on
humanitarian grounds. But when Ignatieff & Co. invoked the logic of
humanitarian intervention as a basis for military action against Saddam
Hussein, the Review (which has showcased Ignatieff's work for years)
insisted that Bush's crusade against Iraq was something closer to
old-fashioned imperialism. As Ian Buruma wrote in a quietly devastating
assessment of Paul Berman's 2003 book Terror and Liberalism: "There is
something in the tone of Berman's polemic that reminds me of the quiet
American in Graham Greene's novel, the man of principle who causes mayhem,
without quite realizing why."

What blew the dust off The New York Review? In no sense, really, has the
paper returned to its New Left sensibility of the late 1960s: Chomsky,
Hayden and Willis have not been reinstated; young lions like The Baffler's
Tom Frank and The Village Voice's Rick Perlstein have not been invited to
contribute; Eric Foner, Bruce Cumings, Richard Rorty, Chalmers Johnson,
Stephen Holmes, Anatol Lieven, Elaine Showalter and Carol Brightman continue
to publish much of their finest work not in The New York Review of Books but
in the more radical, eccentric and sprightly pages of the London Review of
Books. In short, the Review's liberal (and establishment) soul remains
intact. What has changed significantly, in the age of Bush, is the Review's
style of rhetoric and degree of political focus and commitment.

Longtime editor Robert Silvers is not eager to discuss the Review, but he
does allow, "The pieces we have published by such writers as Brian Urquhart,
Thomas Powers, Mark Danner and Ronald Dworkin have been reactions to a
genuine crisis concerning American destructiveness, American relations with
its allies, American protections of its traditions of liberties." He worries
that critical voices are being silenced: "The aura of patriotic defiance
cultivated by the Administration, in a fearful atmosphere, had the effect of
muffling dissent."

The Review's response to that atmosphere is a most welcome return to form.
By forcefully articulating what was essentially the European position on
Iraq and the "war on terror," the Review has recovered much of the élan and
urgency it possessed in the late 1960s. "They have been quite influential,"
notes Brady Kiesling, "in consolidating the gut feeling of a whole
intellectual class that Bush is a frighteningly weak and ignorant
President." "One didn't think of it in recent years as being particularly a
political magazine," says Norman Mailer, who has contributed to the Review
off and on since 1963, and who is a principal actor in the paper's current
revival. "I think that The New York Review, which has been evolving for many
years, has evolved one more time."

In 1959 Elizabeth Hardwick wrote an acerbic essay for Harper's titled "The
Decline of Book Reviewing." "The book-review sections as a cultural
enterprise are, like a pocket of unemployment, in a state of baneful
depression insofar as liveliness and interest are concerned," she professed.
Three years later, during the winter of 1962-63, a newspaper strike kept the
New York dailies off the streets for several months, and Hardwick and her
friends came to realize that a Sunday afternoon without the New York Times
Book Review was bliss. In 1963 Hardwick, along with Robert Lowell and Jason
Epstein, launched the Review and in the process assembled a stellar cast of
writers. The editors who helped to create the Review--Robert Silvers and
Barbara Epstein, both of whom are now 74--are still at the helm today.

In the mid-1960s political developments at home and abroad drove the paper
to the left. I.F. Stone, Bernard Fall and Jean Lacouture were among the
first to expose the folly of the Vietnam War, and they did so at length in
the pages of the Review. In its most militant and pugnacious phase in the
late 1960s, the Review published several of Noam Chomsky's most magisterial
essays, alongside articles by writers like Hayden and Kopkind, whose 1967
essay on Martin Luther King Jr. was accompanied by a drawing of a Molotov
cocktail on the cover, which drew a firestorm of outrage and became the
centerpiece of the neoconservative campaign against the Review.

After Vietnam, the Review jettisoned its radical sensibility and moved
closer to the center. To a considerable extent, a tight circle of New York
intellectuals, Ivy League stars, Nobel laureates and Oxbridge luminaries
replaced Chomsky and his cohort. The paper still printed the work of
dissidents, but they now tended to be dissidents from within the
establishment. If Chomsky did much to shape the Review's identity in the
1960s, it was Silvers's close friend, the Oxford political theorist Isaiah
Berlin, who helped to define the Review after Vietnam with his emphasis on
liberalism, pluralism, individual liberty and the dangers of political
extremism. (Vaclav Havel, to some extent, played that role in the 1990s.)
"There was a very drastic shift," says Chomsky, whose work stopped appearing
in the Review in 1975, and who insists today that writers who had "any
connection with activist sectors of the peace movement" were "virtually
eliminated, except for token participation." (Silvers declines to discuss
Chomsky or his allegations: "I don't feel it's right for me," he says, "to
get into a personal account of my relationship with any writer.")

Some left-leaning members of the Review family evince frustration with the
paper's trajectory. Says Gore Vidal, "It's essentially bien-pensant on most
matters." He produces a familiar litany of complaints about the Review:
stodginess, Anglophilia, nonchalance toward younger contributors. Vidal has
a long history with the Review, whose editors have routinely published his
literary criticism but have rejected some of his most brilliant and acerbic
political essays--including "The Holy Family" and "Pink Triangle and Yellow
Star," the latter of which appeared in The Nation. "I am forbidden politics"
at the Review, he professed in a 1991 letter to a friend, portions of which
appear in Fred Kaplan's Gore Vidal: A Biography. The Review, Vidal wrote,
"grows not only duller and duller, the fate of most papers, but the writers
do not question the status quo and the examined life is too dangerous for
their pages."

Perhaps. But the Review's political virtues should not go unnoticed. The
paper was always hostile to neoconservatism: Silvers and Epstein never
followed Norman Podhoretz, Hilton Kramer and other New York intellectuals
into the Republican camp. Indeed, one of the most piquant surveys of the
neoconservative throng was undertaken by Alfred Kazin in 1983--and published
in The New York Review of Books. Down through the years, the Review has
maintained its commitment to New Deal/Great Society liberalism and to civil
liberties, racial equality and human rights.

The Review responded to the election of George W. Bush with dismay, and was
quick to assail the Administration's rejection of the International Criminal
Court, the Kyoto Protocol and the ABM treaty. But the paper's reawakening
really began with the events of September 11. A former State Department
counterterrorism expert, Philip Wilcox Jr., crafted the Review's first
response to the attacks. Responding to Bush's declared "war on terrorism,"
Wilcox wrote, "Armed force...while politically popular, is usually an
ineffective and often counterproductive weapon against terror." The
Administration, he insisted, should embrace a foreign policy that "moves
away from unilateralism and toward closer engagement with other
governments."

Wilcox's essay did much to define the Review's post-9/11 coverage. His
principal arguments--that military power has stark limitations, and that
multilateral diplomacy is essential--would be echoed (and expanded) in the
weeks and months after September 11 by dozens of contributors, many of whom
were skeptical of the US war in Afghanistan. "Accountants mulling over shady
bank accounts and undercover agents bribing their way," Ian Buruma and
Avishai Margalit wrote a few months later, "will be more useful in the
long-term struggle than special macho units blasting their way into the
caves of Afghanistan." "Embarking on a full-scale war to rid oneself of
terrorists is analogous to hunting a hornet with a Sherman tank," wrote
Norman Mailer. "When the tank knocks down the house that shelters the
hornet, the creature whips into the attic of the next house." In the wake of
9/11, the Review also published a barrage of essays documenting the perilous
state of American civil liberties as a result of the "war on terror,"
alongside some remarkable reportage from Afghanistan, Pakistan, Turkey and
Guantánamo Bay, Cuba.

But it was the Administration's obsession with Iraq that drove the Review to
new heights of skepticism and indignation. In 1990 the paper supported the
Gulf War on the grounds that it was a multilateral affair; but the editors
came to realize that things would be different this time around. In
September 2002 Frances FitzGerald published an essay titled "George Bush and
the World," in which she contrasted the multilateral foreign policy of the
first Bush Administration with the reckless, arrogant unilateralism of the
second. Other Review writers were quick to take the full measure of Bush's
foreign policy ambitions. "I find it increasingly hard to believe that Mr.
Bush's objective is limited to seeing that Saddam Hussein has no weapons of
mass destruction," Anthony Lewis wrote a few weeks later. "The history and
the theology of the men whose advice now dominates Mr. Bush's thinking point
to much larger purposes. I think this president wants to overthrow the rules
that have governed international life for the last fifty years."

As war drew closer, and the press grew more accommodating and deferential,
the Review's disgust increased, and the editors fired their heavy weaponry.
Two months before the Iraq war, Joan Didion published "Fixed Opinions, or
The Hinge of History," a melancholy account of her own journeys through the
United States since 9/11 and a dark rumination on intellectual and political
cowardice, the degradation of language, the machinations of faux patriots,
the docility of our politicians and the closing of the American mind since
the attacks on New York and Washington.

Shortly thereafter, Mailer surfaced with an essay titled "Only in America."
Accompanied by David Levine's caricature of a swaggering George W. Bush
outfitted in the costume of a Roman gladiator (with missiles protruding from
his shield), Mailer's essay was a dazzling rumination on revenge,
masculinity, sports, television, oil consumption, empire, the Bomb,
and--most of all--the fate of American democracy:


Democracy, I would repeat, is the noblest form of government we have yet
evolved, and we may as well begin to ask ourselves whether we are ready to
suffer, even perish for it, rather than readying ourselves to live in the
lower existence of a monumental banana republic with a government always
eager to cater to mega-corporations as they do their best to appropriate our
thwarted dreams with their elephantiastical conceits.

The fall of Baghdad only deepened the fury of the Review's contributors.
Jason Epstein penned a scorching essay in which he compared President Bush
to Captain Ahab, and wherein he invoked the specter of World War I with a
quotation from Sigmund Freud: "Never has an event destroyed so much that was
precious in the common property of mankind, confused so many of the most
lucid minds, so thoroughly debased the elevated."

Last December, when many political observers were still giving the
Administration the benefit of a doubt on Iraq's WMD potential, Thomas Powers
insisted, in a much-read essay titled "The Vanishing Case for War," that
anthrax, sarin, mustard gas, Scud missiles, biological warheads, etc. were
nowhere to be found in Iraq. "There was no imminent danger--indeed there was
no distant danger," Powers noted. "How is it possible then that the United
States Congress allowed itself to be convinced to believe in this
nonexistent danger, and to authorize in advance a war for which there was no
justification?"

One notices a clear generational aspect to the Review's recent output: With
certain exceptions, the finest writing has flowed from the pens of
contributors over the age of 60. "It isn't a bunch of youngbloods doing the
lively political coverage at the Review, it's the old pros who have been
writing for them for years," says James Wolcott, a columnist for Vanity
Fair. "To me it's similar to the situation that occurred before the war with
Iraq, when it was the silver-haired brigade--Mailer, Vidal, John le Carré,
Kurt Vonnegut, Jimmy Breslin--who were most vehemently opposed while so many
baby boomer journalists and intellectuals, from Michael Kelly to Paul Berman
to Andrew Sullivan, were on board with Bush. The silver foxes had enough
history under their belt to recognize what a wrenching departure this
optional pre-emptive war was from the past."

Some of the most astringent prose in the paper has come from a younger
member of the family, Professor Tony Judt. A few weeks ago I called on Judt,
56, in his cluttered office at New York University's Remarque Institute.
Bald, with glasses and a gray beard, Judt is wearing a stylish short-sleeve
gray sweater and pressed black slacks. He is remarkably self-assured. He
offers me a glass of scotch, while he sips mineral water.

Born in England, Judt has taught European history at Oxford, Cambridge and
Berkeley, and his best-known book is Past Imperfect: French Intellectuals
1944-1956, a fierce assault on leading French thinkers for their obeisance
to Stalinism. "I started writing for The New York Review in 1993," Judt
explains. "You start writing when they ask you. You don't send stuff in.
They ask you." He has since contributed essays on France, Austria, the
Balkans, Belgium, Albert Camus, Primo Levi and various aspects of
international affairs since 2001.

How did 9/11 influence him? "For the first time I felt alien, a little out
of place, even in New York. And then I realized that, in some ways, it was
especially in New York, and that was because of the Israel thing." For years
Judt had privately lamented the passivity of the "American Jewish community,
and indeed, the American Jewish intelligentsia, what used to be called 'the
New York Intellectuals' and so on." Their silence on Israel--and their
reluctance to accept, as he wrote in November 2001, that the
"Israel-Palestine conflict and America's association with Israel are the
greatest single source of contemporary anti-US sentiment"--bothered him.
After 9/11, he says, "I started saying what I have for fifteen years been
thinking, but had not written."

What he wrote, in a series of essays for the Review, was not unfamiliar to
readers of Israeli or European newspapers but, in the American context, was
rather startling. These essays, which were provocations as much as
prescriptions, tackled a variety of themes: the political uses of the
Holocaust, the Jewish psyche, Israeli assassination squads and Ariel
Sharon's "shameless" manipulation of the US government. "Most Israelis are
still trapped in the story of their own uniqueness," Judt wrote in May 2002.
"The problem for the rest of the world is that since 1967, Israel has
changed in ways that render its traditional self-description absurd. It is
now a regional colonial power, by some accounts the world's fourth-largest
military establishment." Three hundred letters, most of them abusive,
greeted that essay.

In an even more incendiary essay, "Israel: The Alternative," published in
October 2003, Judt argued that the very structure of the Israeli state is
hopelessly--and dangerously--rooted in the past:


The problem with Israel, in short, is not--as is sometimes suggested--that
it is a European "enclave" in the Arab world, but rather that it arrived too
late. It has imported a characteristically late-nineteenth-century
separatist project into a world that has moved on, a world of individual
rights, open frontiers, and international law. The very idea of a 'Jewish
state'--a state in which Jews and the Jewish religion have exclusive
privileges from which non-Jewish citizens are forever excluded--is rooted in
another time and place. Israel, in short, is an anachronism.

Judt finished with a thunderclap: "The behavior of a self-described Jewish
state affects the way everyone else looks at Jews.... The depressing truth
is that Israel today is bad for the Jews." And he went on to propose a
rather provocative solution to the current impasse: "A single, integrated,
binational state of Jews and Arabs, Israelis and Palestinians." (The New
York Review wasn't always friendly to the "binational state" concept. When
Noam Chomsky proposed "socialist binationalism" in his 1974 book Peace in
the Middle East?, Bernard Avishai, writing in the Review, dismissed the idea
as "misleading and contradictory.")

Judt's essay drew 1,000 smoldering letters. "I got no direct death threats,"
Judt recalls, "except for a number of e-mails that said, 'You'd be better
off dead.'" He has since implemented certain changes to his daily routine.
"We do now very carefully check our mail. My wife and kids don't open the
mail. It's awful." But the venom of his critics has only served to fortify
his opinions. "To be a Jewish American--what does the identity comprise?"
Judt pointedly inquires. "It now comprises one identity in space and one in
time. Its space is Israel and its time is Auschwitz. This is something I
find obscene, ultimately dangerous and abusive on multiple counts."

Judt is not the Review's only critical voice on Israel. Henry Siegman and
Amos Elon have also written with great force and clarity, and in August 2001
Robert Malley and Hussein Agha produced the most nuanced insider account of
the demise of the Camp David 2000 summit, one that shattered the mythology
of "Ehud Barak's unprecedented offer and Yasser Arafat's uncompromising no."
Gore Vidal affirms, with a trace of admiration and surprise in his voice,
"They're getting very interesting on Israel, which they're taking a lot of
flak for, obviously. For them, that's quite brave."

What accounts for the Review's post-9/11 revival? One word that continually
tumbles from the lips of seasoned Review-watchers is "Vietnam." Says Mark
Danner, who worked for Silvers after he graduated from Harvard in the early
1980s, and who has recently produced some searching essays in the Review
about Iraq, "If you look back over the Review's history, you'll find that
periods of crisis bring out the best editorial instincts of the leadership
of The New York Review. It certainly happened with Vietnam and Iran/contra.
It gets the juices flowing."

Some observers point to a circular continuity between the Review's coverage
of Vietnam and Iraq. "The late 1960s, for the paper, were, to some extent,
the age of Chomsky," says Harvard professor Stanley Hoffmann. "The Review
was a very strong critic of the Vietnam War. Gradually it became less
militant, if you like. And indeed in the last year it has found some of its
old vigor again, but it never lost what can be called a highly critical
viewpoint about a number of aspects of international relations and foreign
affairs."

New York Times film critic A.O. Scott, who got his start at the Review,
takes the view that Bush's shenanigans on Iraq have "reawakened the youthful
energies of some of these people." He's referring to Judt and Mailer, but
the same sentiment may well apply to Silvers and Epstein. In the run-up to
the Iraq war, Silvers phoned Judt in London--at 3 am--and begged him to
draft the text of a full-page advertisement in the New York Times protesting
the rush to war. "He thought this was an urgent matter," recalls Judt. The
same urgency propelled Silvers to track down Brady Kiesling in Greece and
obtain permission to reprint his resignation letter. These faint echoes of
the late 1960s--late-night phone calls, antiwar petitions, diplomatic
contretemps--must have provided Silvers with at least a fleeting sense of
déjà vu.

In the case of Iraq, as with Vietnam, the Review saw what many other
commentators missed or ignored. "In both instances," Hoffmann says, "Bob
Silvers was, in effect, whether deliberately or not, compensating for the
weaknesses of the more established media." Hoffmann recalls that Silvers and
Epstein published some of the earliest criticisms of the Indochinese
conflict--years before the mainstream press awoke from its slumber. "It was
important," he says, in the case of Iraq, "that a journal which has the
authority of the Review in a sense took up the slack and presented
viewpoints which were extremely hard to get into the established media."

Indeed, a great many Review contributors have objected to the media's
performance since 9/11, and few were as lucid as Norman Mailer. With war
imminent, Mailer noted that support for a full-scale invasion of Iraq was
prevalent within influential sectors of the "liberal" media. Dissecting a
New York Times op-ed column by Bill Keller, in which Keller aired his
ambivalent prowar sentiments, Mailer noted, with pitch-perfect accuracy, "It
is as if these liberal voices have decided that Bush cannot be stopped and
so he must be joined." How refreshing to see Norman Mailer aggressively
confront the Bill Kellers of the world; and how refreshing, too, to see the
Review once again engaged in pugilistic combat on the pressing issues of the
day.

It's probably too much to infer, as Mailer does, that Silvers and Epstein
were "radicalized" by Bush, since they are not radical people by background
or temperament. One suspects they yearn for the day when they can return to
their normal publishing routine--that gentlemanly pastiche of philosophy,
art, classical music, photography, German and Russian history, East European
politics, literary fiction--unencumbered by political duties of a
confrontational or oppositional nature. That day has not yet arrived. If and
when it does, let it be said that the editors met the challenges of the
post-9/11 era in a way that most other leading American publications did
not, and that The New York Review of Books--which turned forty last
fall--was there when we needed it most.

Aaron W (Aaron W), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:53 (twenty-two years ago)

My attention span is NO WHERE near that large...sorry i just don't have the patience.

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:55 (twenty-two years ago)

I totally swipe my roommate's NYRB all the time.

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Or you could make random fun posts.

(Ash, are you new here or have I missed you? Either way, hi there!)

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:55 (twenty-two years ago)

B-b-but it's a good article and worth the read. And what the fuck else are you gonna do??

Aaron W (Aaron W), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:56 (twenty-two years ago)

well she won't lez up with the stewardess, but I still think that's the best option.

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)

posting to ILX while airbourne is my ultimate dream. long have i yearned to join the Mile High Interweb Mentalist Club

stevem (blueski), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Yup..guilty..a newbie as charged. i've read some entertaining ones..but please keep in mind i've been on a plane almost 7 hours now...so i'm needing some new material

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Yay Ash the friendly newbie! So what's the trip for and are you going to wreak havoc in your final destination and...

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:58 (twenty-two years ago)

Make sure the stewardess doesn't see this before you fondle her.

Michael White (Hereward), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:59 (twenty-two years ago)

Ned meant to also ask, "And will there be lezzing up involved?"

Aaron W (Aaron W), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:59 (twenty-two years ago)

Li'l Jon Does A Shopping List:

Eggs (x24)
Froot Loops (Large, x2)
Gin
L'Equipe Saturday edition (CHECK FOR THE MAGAZINE)
Ugli Fruit (x4 for The Ying Yang Twins)
'Some Macaroons, Not Stale' (bloody Usher)
Large box Calgon
Tide
Multipack Snickers
Sliced Smoked Ham
'Bagels' (bloody Usher)

William Bloody Swygart (mrswygart), Friday, 21 May 2004 16:59 (twenty-two years ago)

trip's for fun...i like to take em..make's life interesting..and i'm on my way home...which means when i get there i'll be welcomes to a mad kitty a messy room and a dirty kitchen..so that means i'll probably go out tonight with my friends :)

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 17:00 (twenty-two years ago)

ha ha William you forgot Meringue Mix

stevem (blueski), Friday, 21 May 2004 17:01 (twenty-two years ago)

And just to clear up any confusion there will be NO "LEZZING" up

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 17:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Ned meant to also ask, "And will there be lezzing up involved?"

Ya punk.

Ash has the right idea, dammit! Sez the man with three separate trips via plane lined up over the next two months' time...

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 21 May 2004 17:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Turrets

Actually, that would be "tourettes" syndrome yo. FYI.

nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 21 May 2004 17:02 (twenty-two years ago)

Thanks nickalix..speling wuz nevr my sterong aria

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 17:03 (twenty-two years ago)

From: Rock Chick Pink

To: Li'l Jon

If I catch your dachshunds on my lawn again there will be repercussions. I have politely warned you on several occasions about this matter, and if it happens again I will have no option but to call the Police.

k thx bye

William Bloody Swygart (mrswygart), Friday, 21 May 2004 17:04 (twenty-two years ago)

show you mean business, tilt your hat

stevem (blueski), Friday, 21 May 2004 17:05 (twenty-two years ago)

I will have no option but to call the Police.

As if these pansies could take Li'l John.

http://i.rollingstone.com/assets/rs/176/rsimages_446x195/thepolice.jpg

Je4nne ƒury (Jeanne Fury), Friday, 21 May 2004 17:25 (twenty-two years ago)

HAHAHAHAHA..that was funny...ok now i'm delerious and STILL ON THE PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:14 (twenty-two years ago)

"I can't complain"

how does the rest of the song go? Google it and let us know.

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:15 (twenty-two years ago)

Can't Complain Lyrics

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Written by Kevin Bacon

"Actually, I can, and do, and will continue to." KB

He jack of all trades master of none
Seen down the barrel of a teenagers gun
Puts on his makeup in the a.m., pretends to cry, for that they pay him
And his best friend held his head on the night they thought that he was dead
On the dirty, dirty kitchen floor, but he ain't around much anymore

He can't complain, he can't complain
One look and there's no doubt, there's not a damn thing to complain about
It's just a little rain, can't complain

She run run run run run from the east
She run run run run run to escape the beast
Cuts her hair and change her name
Into her life a child came
Helped her escape her past, they all said it would not last
But he took every bit of trust, and he ground it into dust

But she can't complain, she can't complain
She better get those tears off her face, if she wants to stay in this race
It's just a little rain, she can't complain

Here's a letter from my mom and dad
Oh it's lovely here don't you dare be sad
Maybe someday you'll see Greece, maybe someday you'll find peace
It'll be the best damn birthday you ever had
And I can't complain, I can't complain
To complain would just be wrong, unless of course you count this song
It's just a little rain, yeah just a little rain, I can't complain

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm not sure why I just did that....

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Good news everyone...we will be landing soon..which means no more postings from me :(
but i will be back again monday...when i head back to work...thanks again for all the entertainment.

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)

I meant Nirvana, silly.

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:30 (twenty-two years ago)

YOu gotta be specific...

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:31 (twenty-two years ago)

that makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE!!!!!!!


Slap yourself
Without any words
I’ve got so high
I scratched till I bleed

Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do

Finest day
That I ever had
Cause when I learn
Cry on the band

Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do

I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain

My mother died
Every night
They said you see
And quote me I’m mad

Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do

Black she got
Black nails again
You got to put
She’s offers a goat

Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do

I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain

Somewhere out in love
There’s a fourth
In a dream
There’s memories stored

What the hell
Am I trying to say

Use that time
To make it all clear
To write off lies
That don’t make a sense

Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do

One more special
Message to go
Then I’m done
And I can go home

Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do

I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on aplain
I can’t complain

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:32 (twenty-two years ago)

I think like half of those lyrics are wrong.

NA (Nick A.), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:36 (twenty-two years ago)

I came on this thread specifically to post "I can't complain," but I see I'm useless now. THANKS A LOT, ILX!!!

jaymc (jaymc), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:47 (twenty-two years ago)

I’ve had it with this town
I never saw those shifting skies
I never saw the ground
Or the sunset rise
I want to live on an abstract plane

I’m building a frame
A place to put my ten-yard stare
Thinking of that paint
Painted in plein-air
I want to live on an abstract plane

I need a new adress
I want some new terrain
Is it north or south?
I want to live on an abstract plain

I could sit on the roof
On top of that abstract house
See my abstract view
An abstract mouse
I want to live on an abstract plane

I need a new adress
Tell me I’m not insane
Is it up or down?
I want to live on an abstract plane

jaymc (jaymc), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Leavin' home, out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
But my love light seems so far away
And I feel like it's all been done
Somebody's tryin' to make me stay
You know I've got to be movin' on

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Goodbye to all my friends at home
Goodbye to people I've trusted
I've got to go out and make my way
I might get rich you know I might get busted
But my heart keeps calling me backwards
As I get on the 707
Ridin' high I got tears in my eyes
You know you got to go through hell
Before you get to heaven

Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Touchin' down in New England town
Feel the heat comin' down
I've got to keep on keepin' on
You know the big wheel keeps on spinnin' around
And I'm goin' with some hesitation
You know that I can surely see
That I don't want to get caught up in any of that
Funky shit goin' down in the city

Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Carry me to my home
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's there that I belong

THIS SONG IS BY PAUL PENA AND NOT THAT STEVE MILLER DOUCHEBAG (nickalicious), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:50 (twenty-two years ago)

Sorry Jay!!!! Well I'm on the ground...i know you were all concerned...have a great weekend ilxors :)

Ash, Friday, 21 May 2004 18:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Rest up!

Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Paul Pena rules!

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Indeed. How's he doing these days? I interviewed him ages ago when he was (falsely) diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, but haven't heard much of late.

m.e.a. (m.e.a.), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:54 (twenty-two years ago)

I dunno, I just have his debut LP and like it a lot!

hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:54 (twenty-two years ago)

The self-titled one from '73? Good stuff there. A friend loaned his LP to me and I have a cassette dub, so I'm hoping for a CD reissue...

m.e.a. (m.e.a.), Friday, 21 May 2004 18:55 (twenty-two years ago)

five years pass...

In flight internet and someone else paying, fantastic.

Mornington Crescent (Ed), Friday, 19 June 2009 23:05 (seventeen years ago)

four months pass...

sup, got skype/gchat in effect. arranging my ground transport, thanks richard branson and google.

♪♫(●̲̲̅̅̅̅=̲̲̅̅̅̅●̲̅̅)♪♫ (Steve Shasta), Wednesday, 18 November 2009 02:37 (sixteen years ago)

DAAAAAYYYYUM that is good. I really wanted iternets from the plane last week because I would have said HOLLA to West Michigan and then to Minneapolis when I flew over them, and I would have told you all about how I won two games of in-flight trivia in a row. Alas.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST LICK THE BUS DIRECTLY (Laurel), Wednesday, 18 November 2009 02:44 (sixteen years ago)

http://hmgs-battletech.com/images/Pliskin.jpg's on a plane

bracken free ditch (Ste), Wednesday, 18 November 2009 10:14 (sixteen years ago)

thanks ebay for the free wi-fi on Delta- wooo-hoooo

now if only we hadn't sat on the tarmac in Salt Lake City for three hours waiting for our turn at the de-icing process, looks like I don't get into Baltimore til 2 am.

twice boiled cabbage is death, Monday, 23 November 2009 03:43 (sixteen years ago)

eight months pass...

if planes aren't taxis, then why do they spend so much time taxiing? they should call it planeing.

</Seinfeld>

dyao, Sunday, 15 August 2010 10:57 (fifteen years ago)

four months pass...

I'm on a Delta flight, probably somewhere over Nevada now. Can I watch Netflix on my phone?

LA's newest diva (admrl), Wednesday, 22 December 2010 07:29 (fifteen years ago)

I'm in the air headed to Atlanta, then back home to FL. this is kinda fun...

Bitch, it cold outside!!! BURR (San Te), Tuesday, 28 December 2010 01:40 (fifteen years ago)

nine years pass...

On a plane on the ground in Lisbon. Last one on and they closed the doors. First announcement "this plane will take off in 1 hour and 20 minutes due to French strike action"

Struck by immediate feelings of claustrophobia. Been feeling this a bit on trains and planes already recently, but the rising feelngs of I have to get out are pretty strong. I wish we coud have stayed outside instead!

cherry blossom, Friday, 7 February 2020 06:25 (six years ago)

I dread being stuck on a grounded plane and it's very shitty of them to have passengers board planes without clearance to at least start taxiing soon after. Sounds like it would be a short flight so try to pretend you're travelling further distance I guess and at least there's signal.

nashwan, Friday, 7 February 2020 11:53 (six years ago)

It was only 20 minutes in the end and the feeling did dissipate. I have been stuck on tarmac once before for much longer than this, but only felt irritated and frustrated that time, this was a much more visceral feeling though thankfully short lived)

cherry blossom, Friday, 7 February 2020 11:59 (six years ago)

once got stuck on the tarmac for four hours with a flight that should only have taken four hours, with a one year old. could've been worse, everyone commented on how well behaved she was!

Paperbag raita (ledge), Friday, 7 February 2020 12:12 (six years ago)

I CAN'T COMPLAIN

otm into winter (rip van wanko), Friday, 7 February 2020 18:22 (six years ago)


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