Raymond Buckland to you, if you're nasty

Dec 04 2008

Raiders

thepilgrim-chapter32:

The Raiders are really painful to watch.  I have never really liked or disliked the Raiders.  I have spent most of my life feeling sorry for them.  I know several Raiders fans and they are mostly good people who don’t deserve the torture of having their favorite team ran by such a madman.  Al Davis is absolutely ruining a franchise that he claims to love.  Unfortunately that is completely his right.  He owns the team, so if he wants to run it into the ground then there is not much anyone can do to stop him. I just really hate to see this debacle, year after year.

 The thing is, technically the committee of NFL team owners do have the right to intervene if they feel that a franchise is being run horribly and it runs the risk of going bankrupt, or at least in the red; or they continually run the program in a way to not allow any sort of success for a long stretch of time, and the hiring and firings that occur don’t indicate a goodwill effort to be successful.

I can’t think of any examples about the second issue, but in baseball recently, they were ready to contract two MLB teams because of their lack of revenue stream, so it can occur.

However, Al Davis is such an icon, for good or bad, that they wouldn’t dare step in, unlike if it was a new, young owner.

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Dec 03 2008
Word up!

Word up!

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thepilgrim-chapter32:

Tom Waits doing his death metal growl on Bottom Of The World.  This song has been stuck in my head today and I feel a little like the lyrics.

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thepilgrim-chapter32:

Trampled Rose by Waits

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Bottom of the World-Tom Waits

thepilgrim-chapter32:

My daddy told me, lookin back,
The best friend you’ll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 said, I’m rollin’ my own
And I’m leavin’ Missouri and I’m never comin’ home

And I’m lost
And I’m lost
I’m lost at the bottom of the world
I’m handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I’m lost at the bottom of the world.

Satchel Puddin’ and Lord God Mose
Sitting by the fire with a busted nose
That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare
But the white part is perfect for slickin’ down your hair

And I’m lost
And I’m lost
I’m lost at the bottom of the world
I’m handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I’m lost at the bottom of the world.

Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain
The moon’s the color of a coffee stain
jesse Frank and Birdy Joe Hoaks
But who is the king of all these folks?

And I’m lost
And I’m lost
I’m lost at the bottom of the world
I’m handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I’m lost at the bottom of the world.

Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron
On Telapia fish cakes and fried black swan
Razorweed onion and peacock squirrel
And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl

And I’m lost
And I’m lost
I’m lost at the bottom of the world
I’m handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I’m lost at the bottom of the world.

Well God’s green hair is where I slept last
He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass
Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird
And when I wanna talk
He hangs on every word

And I’m lost
And I’m lost
I’m lost at the bottom of the world
I’m handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I’m lost at the bottom of the world

 barbershop bitches

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mimin:

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 ”I think that fucker in the tight shirt with the purple hair is in there,” Flash

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 ”I think that fucker in the tight shirt with the purple hair is in there,” Flash

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davidryanadams:
brkln rooftop photo by R

davidryanadams:

brkln rooftop photo by R

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letuslive:

(via camaraderie)
Oh strange and mysterious camaraderie:
thee who started the dialogue yesterday:
I bought a copy of this novel today (Our Lady of the Flowers by Jean Genet… I still think that Nick Cave sang something about “our lady of the flowers” maybe somewhere on And No More Shall We Part… or I simply have a false memory). Anyway, I think that you may be Ryan Adams or somebody who knows Ryan Adams. Maybe not. It doesn’t really matter. I enjoyed some of the dialogue that your (now vanished) post instigated yesterday (after Ryan Adams responded, excerpted from, and then clarified some of his thoughts on gender afterwards). Anyway, Emile Durkheim posited that EVERY society (even society of monks) has and NEEDS deviance for deviance helps clarify moral boundaries and strengthen group solidarity. Your post, Ryan’s posts, and some of the dialogues afterwards helped to clarify some of the moral boundaries and strengthen the group solidarity of some of our strange society of Ryan Adams and Cardinal Tumblrs here in the blogosphere. I’m never quite sure how much I ostracize myself from the Ryan Adams Tumblr society with my own deviance. Perhaps I present myself in ways that irritate many of the members, and sometimes angers them (perhaps even Ryan Adams himself).  Oh well, Camaraderie, you may have helped to strengthen camaraderie. I, at least, personally am grateful for your dilligently storing a Foggy archives. It’s kind of you. I am kind of perplexed by your deletions of your few and fleeting presentations of self in the past two days. Some Tumblrs may think that you are me, but you know that you are not. Yet, we do interconnect. I read The Blacks: A Clown Story today and it blew my mind. I’ve owned it for years, but never read it. It seems like it would be quite the powerful play, to say the least. The pictures in my editon of all the African Americans wearing the white theatre/masquerade masks are very creepy.  Anyway, I think that you are interesting. I wish that you wouldn’t erase your tiny presentations of self, but that’s cool. So, if you look for some of your past posts and want to read your previous presentations of self on Comaraderie, then swing by my Archives. You might find some things that you like (or hate) on my blog. Maybe not. Anyway, enjoy.
Jo son of Jo Wolstenholme

letuslive:

(via camaraderie)

Oh strange and mysterious camaraderie:

thee who started the dialogue yesterday:

I bought a copy of this novel today (Our Lady of the Flowers by Jean Genet… I still think that Nick Cave sang something about “our lady of the flowers” maybe somewhere on And No More Shall We Part… or I simply have a false memory). Anyway, I think that you may be Ryan Adams or somebody who knows Ryan Adams. Maybe not. It doesn’t really matter. I enjoyed some of the dialogue that your (now vanished) post instigated yesterday (after Ryan Adams responded, excerpted from, and then clarified some of his thoughts on gender afterwards). Anyway, Emile Durkheim posited that EVERY society (even society of monks) has and NEEDS deviance for deviance helps clarify moral boundaries and strengthen group solidarity. Your post, Ryan’s posts, and some of the dialogues afterwards helped to clarify some of the moral boundaries and strengthen the group solidarity of some of our strange society of Ryan Adams and Cardinal Tumblrs here in the blogosphere. I’m never quite sure how much I ostracize myself from the Ryan Adams Tumblr society with my own deviance. Perhaps I present myself in ways that irritate many of the members, and sometimes angers them (perhaps even Ryan Adams himself).  Oh well, Camaraderie, you may have helped to strengthen camaraderie. I, at least, personally am grateful for your dilligently storing a Foggy archives. It’s kind of you. I am kind of perplexed by your deletions of your few and fleeting presentations of self in the past two days. Some Tumblrs may think that you are me, but you know that you are not. Yet, we do interconnect. I read The Blacks: A Clown Story today and it blew my mind. I’ve owned it for years, but never read it. It seems like it would be quite the powerful play, to say the least. The pictures in my editon of all the African Americans wearing the white theatre/masquerade masks are very creepy.  Anyway, I think that you are interesting. I wish that you wouldn’t erase your tiny presentations of self, but that’s cool. So, if you look for some of your past posts and want to read your previous presentations of self on Comaraderie, then swing by my Archives. You might find some things that you like (or hate) on my blog. Maybe not. Anyway, enjoy.

Jo son of Jo Wolstenholme

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