December 7th, 2005


Say what?

Jeff Jarvis, who I normally respect, apparently is one of those people who go batshit crazy whenever the name of Mel Gibson comes up, because there's no other way to explain his reaction to the news that Mel is in talks to do a miniseries on the Holocaust for ABC. All because Mel's Dad belongs to some schismatic bunch of Lefevrist kooks and Jarvis thinks the portrayal of Jews in The Passion of the Christ was antisemitic.
(Which is something I never figured out, myself, but hey, offense is apparently in the eye of the beholder.)

Grow the fuck up, Jeff. How is this different from showing Schindler's List on the telly? Oh, right, Spielberg's part of the in crowd, so it's OK for him to make a movie about the Holocaust, but that goy Gibson? Evidently not okay. This, from a man who defends Howard Stern's right to public air time. What a hypocritical dipshit.

Adrift without an anchor

I've been trying to get myself to take care of some things around the apartment that ought to be dealt with, like the sink full of dishes, the 3-4 various sized bags of garbage, and the various boxes of books that need to be unpacked, catalogued, and soon as I remember to drop by Wal-Mart and pick up the shelves. That hasn't happened yet, and none of the other things have either. Probably the simplest explanation is that my head is still in Washington, and I just can't get focused on being here and doing things here, since I've just had a very powerful reminder of why I want to be there.

Still, these things need to be done, and I'd better tend to them tomorrow night instead of finding excuses to go out, spend money, and come home too late to deal with apartment stuff, which is what's been going on since Monday.