Finally I have found the 1965 production in its entirety.
Who doesn’t enjoy a good Azeri musical?
Amuse-Bouche
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A Must Watch
I feel it necessary to share three articles I’ve stumbled across in the past few weeks that I’ve been otherwise unable to comment on.
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No. 1
As I urgently await the release of her new book (on topics similar to the ones discussed in the following article), I read Arundhati Roy’s critique of the democracy-free market synergism of our contemporary age.
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No. 2
Truthdig’s marvelous Financial Meltdown 101 interface. Spend some time on here-
get lost a while.
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Matt Taibbi’s Rolling Stone piece about Goldman Sachs, The Great American Bubble Machine. I’m sure most of you are aware of this article by now, but it bears further mention. Sam Seder, in the final weeks of Break Room Live, interviewed Taibbi. I post this mostly to mourn the loss of Seder & Maron (yet again) from Air America Radio.
I couldn’t resist this:
Last night a few of us got to talking about television shows from our youth, and I couldn’t help but bring up the detective series from the 70s that were my bread and butter growing up. Doing a brief google search I discovered some of the themes were available on youtube and I’ve posted a few of those below the fold. I can’t help but feel that there was a particular style of television composition that doesn’t exist anymore (perhaps not necessarily a bad thing)- an odd sort of blend comprising jazz-esque elements with an of old-world compositional sense.
Weird shit man.
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Deli Experience
Recently, I needed the ingredients to make a tomato & avocado salad. My live-in editor and I went to Agata & Valentina to make the purchase, and I was struck as I often am by the voluminous waste in the produce department. How self-obsessed can we possibly remain in this time of global crisis, to not give a god-damn about this tremendous rape of natural resources? Yes, oil and the way in which we continue to abuse it despite KNOWING it to be in finite quantities is an abhorrent mess, but our equal lack of respect for every other god-damned people/nation on this planet is perhaps a greater abhorrent mess. Honestly, how many fucking avocados do we need to let pile up and rot, just to make sure the shelves appear abundant? How many pounds of bananas turn putrid brown beside them in wait of the purchaser that never comes?
Unfortunately, I fear solutions may be hard to come by, at least as long as this remains a society of people who fill their bodies with shit. We eat so much poison in this continent that it takes every ounce of self-control to prevent myself from slapping the ignorant smirk off every PizzaHut patron’s face. It is because of our backward food priorities that we even find ourselves with rotting FOOD on the shelves. If it wasn’t for the lazy assholes who swamp the frozen/prepared food aisles in every single supermarket under the sun, there might just be more people buying things that wont rot their bodies and minds. Sadly I fear such a course of actions would destroy suburbs, because what are over-privileged, isolationist, fat-headed white folks going to do when they don’t have a use for their 60 cubic ton garage freezer?
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We’re F’d!
In the February 26th issue of The New York Review of Books, there was an absolutely fascinating article on Holldobler & Wilson’s latest book, The Superorganism: The Beauty, Elegance, and Strangeness of Insect Societies. Although I believe the book covers several other insects, ants do receive the bulk of the text, and so should such a fascinating species. It seems to me that the staggering efficiency with which their societies operate come from the fact that they exist for existence’s sake. The implications of that terrify me, and I barely slept last night. It seems likely that we will at some point encounter such an alien superorganism that will wipe us out. Think about it.