From Jeffery Toobin's New Yorker profile of Republican hitman Roger Stone:
“The reason I’m a Nixonite is because of his indestructibility and resilience,” Stone said. “He never quit."
Five Techniques of Surviving a Police Interrogation (Without Confessing)
Taken from freeBEAGLES’ recommendations for animal rights activists (and others) on how to make it through a police interrogation without incriminating themselves or their peers:
Imagine the words “I invoke my right to remain silent” painted on the wall, and stare at them throughout the interrogation.
Momentarily break your silence to ask for counsel.
Cultivate hatred for your interrogator so you don’t fall into his traps and start talking.
Some people are very excited about No Age's new album Nouns, and for the most part, they are All The Right People. This complicates things, mainly because I don't think No Age is a fully-formed band at this moment in time, and I worry that they might get screwed over/screwed up by Certain People overrating their juvenilia, whether it's out of genuine enthusiasm, or because it is beneficial to Those People's brand. This rarely works out -- either the artist hedges their bets, and feels no need to progress, or they develop their skill and create better material, and the audience moves on to smothering some other inexperienced band.I have to admit that I am utterly mystified by the hermetic indie hype-cycle wherein favorable blog mentions + festival appearances/sold-out club shows + selling 75-100K records = incredible, overwhelming pressure. Frankly, the internet "insta-band" effect is a relatively new one anyway: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Black Kids, and Vampire Weekend are the prime examples I can think of - everyone ignored CYHSY's decent-to-good second album, Black Kids haven't had a first album, and Vampire Weekend released theirs a scant three months ago. Only Black Kids' hype-cycle strikes me as particularly obscene, as Pitchfork (usually the main culprit when someone refers to "Certain People"; on No Age they got an assist from Sasha Frere-Jones) elected to award the coveted Best New Music designation to their Myspace page, basically. As for whether or not No Age is "fully-formed," I leave it to you to assign what value you will to what I perceive to be the rockist notion of "paying dues"; I'm more of a "stack paper while you can" kind of guy, especially in this economy. At any rate, it's not like No Age are Nirvana post-10,000,000 selling major-label debut blow up or anything: if all it takes to retard their development and fuck them into a cocked hat is an afternoon slot at the Pitchfork Music Festival, then might I suggest that they hire the little pig that built his house of bricks to produce their next album.
Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on the marrow of the volcano. It's not the tobacco we're after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.At the time I first read this - my senior year of college when I ought to have been working on my then-long overdue thesis - I was myself a committed smoker, already at my apex of roughly a pack a day. It was a habit that I had flirted with at first during my freshman year of college, a flirtation that intensified into a fling during my sophomore year when I began to associate with more and more people for whom smoking was an occupation rather than a hobby; a mere year later I consummated the relationship, taking up the habit full-time as a result of having to play a character who smoked (well, a character whom the director believed should smoke) in a production of David Mamet's The Cryptogram. Well, I would like to believe this last part, as it provides a sort of alibi for my decision - "I sacrificed my health for my art, you see" - but the fact of the matter is that few people play with fire as long as I did without being consumed by it.