I took the stars and made a map.

I knew that somehow I would find my way back.

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I heard your heart beating; it was in darkness too, so I stayed in the darkness with you.

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Writers and their favorite snacks!  Who doesn’t love snacks?

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And it’s all just a jump to the left!


The Criminologist has no neck. Frank is a transvestite that will fuck anything that moves. Rocky is only 1/7th of a man. Columbia gets shot in the tits by a laser. Dr. Scott is a cripple but fishnets cure paraplegia. Eddie has a Teddy, then he becomes dinner. Janet is a slut. Brad is an asshole. Magenta and Riff Raff love incest. Frank didn’t go down and as a result is killed. The castle gets beamed back to Transsexual Transylvania.

Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 as imagined by betterbooktitles. 

Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 as imagined by betterbooktitles

I’ve recently re-fallen in love with the Muppets.  The new film, the first in ten years, seems full of the zany sweetness and unashamed, slightly corny, childlike wisdom that makes the Muppets so charming. 

Trying to bring them into the 21st century by removing them from it was a major mistake on the part of the franchise.  The Muppets can certainly fit in anywhere, and can be great fun in space or on the high seas.  But they belong in the real world— sort of.  That sort-of-real world that exposes one to grave danger, fosters growth and yet shelters innocence.  That sort-of-real world that we all imagined being part of as children.  Idealism isn’t crushed there.  Teamwork makes you stronger, helps you face your fears on your own.  Mountains always cost, always hurt, but they can always be climbed.  And the view from the top is always worth it.

I’m really happy to see the Muppets being resurrected in that spirit, the same way that they started.  With love and innocence, and a gloriously self-referential sense of humor, on dual levels of understanding.  And cannonballs.  And misunderstandings.  And requited love.  And Mahna Mahna.  

I’m really happy to see Jason Segal going back to the beginning, with a story that feels not trite as much as comfortable, a way to come home.  For all of us who grew up in dust and the glitter backstage at the old Muppet Theater, coming home is what it’s like.  To a reminder of a time when we really believed

Because even under all the jaded exhaustion and sharp contrariness of our chaotic adult lives, we still do.  And believe, too, that somehow— someday— we’ll find it.  That song about rainbows.

It’s still something that we’re supposed to be.

Speaking of covers…

Note: I started this post as an audio file, but realized too late that my song file isn’t an Mp3.  Hence this post.  Ignore the visuals and just listen to the song.

This ‘Watchtower’ cover is credited to Bear McCreary, the gifted composer of the score to Battlestar Galactica.  I’m not always one to recognize the brilliance of film scores, but this guy is amazing.  He created musical themes for not just people and places, but ideas, emotions, longings, and he wove them all together seamlessly, so that it sounded new each time, but you still recognized each themes as that emotion hit you in the gut. 

Watchtower was the only ‘modern’ song he used in the entire four-year score.  He wove the melody into his themes long before he introduced the song itself.  When he did finally use the lyrics— just once— it was in a climactic moment, and the song exponentially heightened the heart-stopping impact of that moment.  And it didn’t even sound out of place!

The man won almost every award you can possibly think of for the music in that show.  Deserved.  The show did, too.  It was better than most films I’ve seen.  It was a stark critique of America’s “war on terror” (I love that it ran on the same night as 24!) and a deeply understanding portrayal of a flawed, passionate group of people.  Critics raved— “passionate, textured, complex, subversive and challenging”. I generally try not to rave, myself.  This one’s worth it.

Nothing can beat Hendrix.  But I truly love this cover. 

Listen to it five times in a row, and then go check out BSG.


Report: Life Put In Hands of 2,000 Complete Strangers Every Day

WASHINGTON—According to a new report from the National Institute for Safety Management, on any given day, the average American’s life is entrusted to more than 2,000 different people who are complete strangers.

The report, which shows how any one of these anonymous individuals making a single mistake can easily cause another person’s death, concluded that it is only through sheer luck that anyone ever makes it through a 24-hour period alive.

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A 1914 US clothing ad featured this image.  I love it.

A 1914 US clothing ad featured this image.  I love it.

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8in8, “tomorrow’s supergroup today”, is comprised of Ben Folds, Damian Kulash, Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman, who continues to raise the bar of Awesome. 

Joan of Arc can be found in the park on random Sundays, where she plots the overthrow of the Empire, and sings with Tom Lehrer about poisoning pigeons.