I'm Adam Isacson. I live in Washington and work on Latin America at the Center for International Policy. I'm a dad, a husband, and I don't get enough sleep.
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Spending the day in New York. I just spoke on a panel at the Council on Foreign Relations. (No more buttered scones for me, mater. I’m off to play the grand piano.)
[O]n 1 November, Martin started a month-long experiment: he unfollowed all his friends on Twitter and replaced them with a wildly different list. “I decided to follow the most hateful people I could find,” he says. He has filled his feed with rightwing extremists, religious fundamentalists, gun nuts, racists and homophobes. Now, each day when he logs on, he says he is deluged with what Malcolm Tucker might call “arse plasma” from “the hideous mirrorworld of fuck” in the form of video links, sexist rants and antisemitic bile. In turn, he summarises what the far right is talking about in #wrongtwitter posts for his liberal followers.
Shared, obviously, because of “arse plasma from the hideous mirrorworld of fuck.”
“So fucking crazy universal has been taking down a COVER that I’m NOT selling or trying to publish. Never heard of that shit in my life! Not to mention Dirty Projectors, LOVED the cover& all parties are happy Doesn’t Lil Wayne a Universal artist rap over other folks records?”
— Solange Knowles is not happy about Universal Music’s request that we remove the mp3 and stream of her cover of Dirty Projectors’ “Stillness Is the Move” (via @solangeknowles)
From Pitchfork. Hey, that cover was pretty good, too. Here it is.
Don’t know what possessed us to go to Ben’s Chili Bowl at lunch hour on Saturday. But 1,500 calories later, all is right with the world.
Dock Ellis and the LSD No-No
“In celebration of the greatest athletic achievement by a man on a psychedelic journey, No Mas and artist James Blagden proudly present the animated tale of Dock Ellis’ legendary LSD no-hitter.”
Google Voice + callers with strong accents who lapse into Spanish = extreme hilarity.
Rahm Emanuel to The New York Times, 11/10/2009: “Let’s be honest. The goal isn’t to see whether I can pass this [health care reform] through the executive board of the Brookings Institution. I’m passing it through the United States Congress with people who represent constituents.”
Dear Rahm,
It may surprise you to learn that many of us here at Brookings like politics as much as you do, and some of us even know something about it. But we don’t understand it exactly the way you do.
Yes, politics is the art of the possible. But leadership is the art of expanding the possible. Leadership without politics is futile. But politics without leadership is blind.
If you define “success” as a bill—any bill—you (and by implication, the man you serve) are telling your former colleagues in Congress that they are free to do whatever suits their short-term political convenience. This all but guarantees that their work product will duck the hard issues. …
Sincerely,
William A. Galston, Senior Fellow
The infamous den of useless utopian thinking known as the Brookings Institution
Melanzane.
Berenjena.
Aubergine.
Awesome words.
What is it in English?
Eggplant.
What the fuck, English?
Though I bet it’s still better than the German word, which is probably Achtungschweinhundtwiehießensieschnellschnell or something.
- [Person I was in gym class with once]: We’re expecting our 9th little angel! Praise Jesus for this blessing!
- [Relative]: YANKEES RULE!
- [Person I know via work]: Please tell Obama to end global warming! Click this link and do something something something something
- [Person who was smarter than me in high school]: {Name} just reached 703rd level on Mafia Wars! Challenge them to a duel or something something
- [Person I wasn’t sure how I knew but I felt bad]: Something about college football I don’t remember
- [Person I met once at a conference]: We’re a finalist in the something something matching grant challenge! Please donate to help us meet our goal!
- @insooutso: My tits look huge in these cake crumbs.
Thank you for being you, @insooutso.
La Carreta, in the Miami airport. $7 gets you enough rice, beans and plantains to feed an entire Cuban fishing village.
These exiles may be Jeb Bush Republicans, but man, can they cook.
About to do a debate about US troops at Colombian bases. The organizers say 70 people will be there, even though it’s at 8:30 AM. Yikes.
From there I go straight to the airport. I’ll be spending the rest of the week in Bogotá.
But right now I’m on the bus.
