Wednesday, 16 May 2007

I mis-counted



  • May 16, 2007

I mis-counted

Looking back on my calendar

Over the last 25 days, one day off.

That is misleading, because often it is just one short moving job, no more than 2 or 3 hours.
All in all, 28 individual jobs in that time.

I was really looking forward to a 2nd day off today.
Call last night from Dave (the president of the Berkeley Bicycle Friendly Coalition, as well as the manager of the Bike Station)
He has not got confirmation from our new hire - could I go in, just in case he doesn't show up, and also to train him some more if he does?

Normally I'd say no without a second thought, and that would be the end of it.

Only thing is, if I don't do it, Dave himself has to.  We are short people (that's why we have new hires).
And Dave works just as much as I do, except I think a lot of what he does is volunteer.  The Bicycle Friendly Coalition is not-profit, and membership based.  They rely on volunteers for everything.
May being Bike month, he has been putting in crazy hours, (and forgetting to submit payroll! that's ok, as long as I get my check before bills are due)
*edit: check has gone through already.  only took 1 day from when I sent him everyone's hours from work, only 3 days later than normal*
, and now he is sick.

I may be tired, but I'm not sick.

The least I can do is put in a few more - paid - hours.  I don't volunteer anywhere; and I have no intention of starting. 
I was going to spend today posting stuff in the driveway to Craigslist, writing some, having 3 or 4 actual meals, and possible inviting a friend to go hiking.  I think instead I may spend it lifting bicycles into racks, and occasionally repairing them.

Oh, by the way, this is Bike-To-Work day, today.
By now, you probably have missed the chance to bike to work, but when you get home, go ride a bike anyway.  Somewhere.  Anywhere.  Even just for a little bit.  Its fun.  And its good for you.  And its better for living things than driving is.  And besides, everyone else is doing it!

Tuesday, 15 May 2007

Symptoms may include:

  • May 15, 2007
Symptoms may include: 

Insomnia
Loss of (or increase in) libido
Restlessness
Fatigue and/or general malaise
Lumpy throat, heavy heart, and/or tight or tingly abdomen
Sore throat, frequent sneezing (likely due to persistent insomnia)
A manic and abnormal desire to keep busy
emotional extremes, positive, negative, or both (depending on individual circumstances)

Diagnoses may be either love sickness or a broken heart.
Distinguishing between the two may be very difficult, and is best determined by patient's circumstances

The only known cure (which, unfortunately, has no known reliable source) is a mutual loving relationship. Treatment usually involves a (preferably single) compatible individual of the opposite sex (or in certain select cases, of the same sex). This individual should be placed in regular contact with the patient.

If individual with these characteristics is unavailable, temporary or long-term relief may be found in the solace of patients friends, or the distraction of work or volunteering. This, unlike the former treatment, can not cure the condition, however, many individuals have lived long, full and productive lives with these conditions using only the latter treatment.

Monday, 14 May 2007

I wait in fear


·         May 14, 2007

I wait in fear

a state of limbo

perhaps purgatory is more accurate

A space between Heaven and Hell

While I await judgment.

I can not imagine a matter more important.  Life and death, or actually, more significant than even that, it is a matter of life.

And it is out of my control.
I have made a case for myself.
I have tried the best I could.

I feel in a way a judgment against me would be better than this.
The anticipation itself is as agonizing as the worst Hell may have in store for me.
Heaven or Hell seems a most accurate description of the choices before me.  Or actually, Heaven, Hell or an indefinite stay in purgatory.  Even the last would be better than this. 
At least then I would know.

It is another
5:20am morning tomorrow.
I must try to sleep.

The moment before sleep is the worst part of each day.
In that moment, there is no distraction.

Sunday, 13 May 2007

15 hour day (and an extra long commute)


·         May 13, 2007

15 hour day (and an extra long commute)

On the BART, at one point, I spoke to a woman with a bike, she mentioned she was going to work - I mentioned that if she was working the late shift, she should have lights for the ride home. She said the ride home was next morning.
Turns out she is a resident doctor. They were limited to "only" 15 hours per shift and 80 hours per week only a few years ago.
For doctors-to-be, this is normal.

So I won't complain.

5:20am
alarm - god damn it, why did I stay up until
midnight? I knew this would happen - you know, since it does several times a week
So tired. Painfully tired. Sore throat. Fuck it, snooze button

People waiting for me, need to be on time. Ok ok, I'm up.

Dressed, half a pop-tart, pull bike out from stuff in driveway, turn on newly figured out bluetooth stereo headphone cell-phone link, music, bicycle, on the way.

Today, I won't be so lazy, take 38th despite the little hill.
Up the hill, down the hill, so easy, why do I skip this everyday?
Getting late. Tired, eh, I'll take BART today. So much for not being lazy.

6:20
Fruitvale BART


6:49
Berkeley BART

Set up and clean shop which was left in transport mode from Saturdays farmers market.
Usual stuff, balance the books, check in bikes,
pro-bono repairs for people who can't afford any and have only bike for transportation.
Manager stops in, talk a bit. Tell him my impression of potential new hire. Move bikes that have been here a year or so outside, lock to racks, to make room for more active ones inside. Busy today. Every inside rack is full by
9:30. A bunch go on thier kickstands. More lay against the tires of others.

2pm
Head to downtown
oakland, to BART corporate office.
I expected 12 small, light signs, and a cart to hold them all.
13 signs, 3' x 2', 20 lbs each!!
No cart. They say the cart is too big to go on BART.
They say they were expected several people.
Just me.
Some one finds some yoga straps, which are the perfect thinkness and infinitely adjustable length, (max more than I need)
So, I strap 3 signs to my left shoulder, and three to my right.
(mind you, I did not know how heavy they were in pounds until I got home and looked it up. 120 lbs? Good lord, that's damn near what I weigh! My co-worker at the carnival used to say "Big man strong like bull" - yeah, and little man strong like mule!)
Not to mention the cables and locks.
4 blocks from corporate office at
Lake Merrit to 19th st. BART.
4 long, slow, hot, tiring blocks. A lot of comments, even more looks.
I'm used to that.

First set go out to
Concord, Pleasant Hill.
Then back to
El Cerrito, Berkeley.
Pick up bike, bring it to Fruitvale BART where there is another bike station, so I don't have to go back to
Berkeley at the end.
I am beginning to suspect I might not make it back in time to get my bike again. One of the attendants did say they were planning to stay late.

Call the guy at corporate (cute guy!) tell him I won't make it by 6, but I can get there by
6:30 if he's willing to wait.

GOD DAMN IT!!! I'm an idiot! Got used to taking the first train that comes, for the past few hours, wasn't paying attention, took the SF train, get off at
West Oakland, head back.

7 signs left. The guy is heading to BART anyway, so he takes one for me.
So, 3 on he left arm, 3 on the right again. Out to
Fremont this time.
Definitely not going to make it back on time to get my bike.

On the plus side, I spoke to many people on the trains and in the stations about bicycles and bike to work day. Let a lot of people know about it who didn't. Not to mention the people sitting by, overhearing, who don't say anything.

10pm
Approaching Fruitvale.
Finally. One last sign.
Show my official BART letter to the agent, get out for free.
Figure out what bus goes home.
It doesn’t run this time of night.
I take the one that goes up to MacArthur.
Get off to transfer.

It will be 18 minutes before the bus along MacArthur comes.
Fuck it, I'll just run. Its only 1.5 miles. I forfeit my quarter for the transfer.
Start running. Hey, I get the exercise I lost by not bicycling home. Oh wait, I carried those signs, I got plenty of exercise today.
Whatever.
Maybe by now it may be catching up. Look at the time: still too long, keep running.
ok, getting tired.
running in bicycle shoes, with metal cleats, not so fun.
Made it to 35th. 3/4 of the way. So close, yet, so far.
Check the time. Bus has to be close by now. I’m slower than I predicted. Well, the running warmed me up, and here there is a bench. Something to rationalize it. Besides, I get to use the transfer I already paid for.
Wait a minute before I realize there is a schedule on the bus stop: 5 more minutes. Can I run from here to home in 5 minutes?
Yeah, probably. May as well.
So I start off.
Sounds like a bus... it is the bus! Its early. No wait, its a transbay, they run late night too. Forgot about those. Damn, and now I'm in between stops. Run faster. It has a red light, I have a chance.
I get to the stop.
Bus comes, slows down, keeps going. Look at the sign: that line doesn't stop here. Keep running. The bus stops in the middle of the block, where there is no bus stop for any line. He lets me in. "you know I don't stop there" "I know now"
11pm
High
St.
Home.

Tuesday, 1 May 2007

May is Bike to Work (or School) day


·         May 1, 2007

May is Bike to Work (or School) day

My co-worker was very insistent, when she heard I have a blog, that I post this here.
I told here I have negligible readership, but she was certain it was a good idea.



Note that I will be at the Saturday Farmer's Market, fixing bikes.
I don't have an official class or anything, but I am friendly, and have lots of experience, and can probably answer your questions, or fix your bike.
Mention this blog for a free "tune up" (brake / shifter adjustments, chain clean / lube, tires inflated, inspection/diagnoses of anything else needed). 
If you take me up on that, however, keep in mind that we are a non-profit, and that most days my salary is more than I bring in for the BikeStation.  In other words, free, but donations strongly suggested.
BERKELEY BIKE MONTH - MAY 2007
SCHEDULE OF EVENTS

ROAD1 - STREET SKILLS BICYCLE SAFETY CLASSES
Learn urban cycling skills needed to safely navigate East Bay streets, including riding in traffic, necessary equipment, crash avoidance, and legal rights and responsibilities. Classes in Berkeley, Oakland, Pleasanton. Open to adults 14 and over. Check to sign up or for more information www.EBBC.org call the Berkeley Bikestation at 510.548.7433.

SATURDAY, MAY 12
BIKE DAY AT THE FARMER'S MARKET
10:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m. Center Street between Milvia and MLK Way.
A full day of bicycle education, bike safety, and practical tips as you shop.
10:30-11: "HOW TO LOCK YOUR BIKE": Learn everything from good places to lock your bike, what to lock it to, and how to lock it correctly.
11-12:30: "EVERYDAY BICYCLING": to make your bicycling more pleasant, safe and effective learn about choice of route; bicycle accessories; basic tool kit; riding skills and important safety tips and bicycles on public transit and a lot more.
12:30-2: "HANDS-ON REPAIR CLASS": Basic road maintenance including chain care and brake and derailleur adjustments; tube repair; tire care; check for fit and safety
Bring your bike and questions and get ready to get your hands dirty.
2-2:30: "HOW TO LOCK YOUR BIKE": (Repeat of the 10:30 am workshop)

SATURDAY MAY 12
KIDS' BIKE RODEO AT SAN PABLO PARK
11 a.m.-3 p.m. at San Pablo Park in South Berkeley.
The Bike Rodeo is an event geared to increase awareness in the community about bicycle safety and healthy living. The rodeo team has developed an exciting list of activities. For more information call Tasha Tervalon, City of Berkeley Injury Prevention Program, at 510-981-5347

THURSDAY MAY 17
BIKE TO WORK DAY
The Bay Area's 13th annual Bike to Work Day, a celebration to promotes bicycling as a healthy and viable form of transportation. Energizer stations will be located throughout Berkeley. For more information on where to find an energizer station near you or other Bike to Work Day activities or in the Bay area go to www.EBBC.org or www.511.org.

SUNDAY MAY 20
HIDDEN GEMS OF BERKELEY BIKE RIDE
10 a.m.-2 p.m.
Cycling tour of Berkeley's strange and unfamiliar cultural and natural features. We'll explore the historic and fun side of South Berkeley and the Elmwood. This family-friendly is 3-4 mile ride, minor inclines. Bring a lunch, snack, and water. Meet at Halcyon Court (Prince Street, one block west of Telegraph).

Tuesday, 17 April 2007

Censorship vs gangsta rap (re: Imus essay)


  • Apr 17, 2007

Censorship vs gangsta rap (re: Imus essay)

I recently saw a MySpace "survey" which included the question "Is Rap music disrespectful to women?"
My thought was "Of course.  All of it.  Even the songs and artists which aren't.  Especially rappers such as Public Enemy, Underground, and TuPac, and current artists OutKast, RasKaDee and Dead Prez with their "Mind Sex".  Oh and the lyrics of the Fugees, Queen LaTifa, and Lil Kim, very offensive to women."
A little on the sarcastic side, obviously.
Point is, that is a really stupid question.  Rap is not one song, one artist, or even one style.  There are artists who objectify women in rock and country, and there are artists who do in rap as well.

The important question is, when there are so many political, and/or positive, and/or fun and upbeat, and/or meaningful, why is it that NWA and Snoop Dogg are considered representative of the entire genre.  Why are gangsta rap, hyphe (the glorification of stupid for its own sake), dirty south and crunk, the dominate styles in their respective times?
While there may be many complex reasons, it is important to remember that the promotion of a song or group is controlled by major record labels, radio stations, and concert venue owners.  The vast majority of these are white. 
I'm not saying it is a deliberate conspiracy, but it is interesting that NWA got more air time than Public Enemy, when the former was hardcore gangsta rap, promoted violence in general, was disrespectful of women in particular, while the latter was purely political, and rapped about such things as the aftermath of slavery, alcohol abuse in the black community, and the use of the word "n***er" by ignorant black americans.

I used to dislike the entire genre for the same reason; until I started to find the numerous exceptions to the generalizations expressed here. Fact is, it is a style of music, not a type of content.  Beyond the question of who chooses what style becomes popular, the question remains, why are so many rappers the way described?  And in that, there is the same chicken/egg question raised by all of the media influences people arguments.  Does the community build its morals based on the music they listen to, or do they choose to listen to music that matches their morals?  Does art imitate life, or life imitate art? I think the question of why the community thinks this way is more important than why rappers do.  If youth were offended by the lyrics, they would stop buying the albums, and the rappers would stop writing that way. I think internalized racism very relevant, but not exactly accurate. It is more that many black people have bought into the idea that the black community is in some way fundamentally separate from society at large.  While many sub-cultures in the US make some effort to assimilate, in a way blacks try to move away from the rest of society.  Of course this is true to a large extent of youth in general.  But when a punk or a goth or a skater white kid writes a note to a teacher, they generally do not use the sub-cultural words they use with their friends.  Some black children seem unaware that they aren't speaking proper english, and use slang even in formal settings.  Black youth are told that math, history, english classes are not relevant to their problems, to their community.  This is an extremely destructive, but widespread belief.  While the intention may have been valid, the result is not that kids do independent research and learn the history that classrooms leave out, the result is they don't try, or drop out, and continue a cycle of ignorance when they have children and fail to encourage them to perform well in school.  I think we should consider it a problem that many blacks consider another black person who is educated and articulate to be "acting white" or a sell-out or not really black.  This is a promotion of ignorance just as hyphe is a promotion of stupid.
Fact is, it is a style of music, not a type of content.

Beyond the question of who chooses what style becomes popular, the question remains, why are so many rappers the way described?  And in that, there is the same chicken/egg question raised by all of the media influences people arguments.  Does the community build its morals based on the music they listen to, or do they choose to listen to music that matches their morals?  Does art imitate life, or life imitate art?
I think the question of why the community thinks this way is more important than why rappers do.  If youth were offended by the lyrics, they would stop buying the albums, and the rappers would stop writing that way.



I think internalized racism is very relevant, but not exactly accurate.
It is more that many black people have bought into the idea that the black community is in some way fundamentally separate from society at large.  While many sub-cultures in the US make some effort to assimilate, in a way blacks try to move away from the rest of society.  Of course this is true to a large extent of youth in general.  But when a punk or a goth or a skater white kid writes a note to a teacher, they generally do not use the sub-cultural words they use with their friends.  Some black children seem unaware that they aren't speaking proper english, and use slang even in formal settings.  Black youth are told that math, history, english classes are not relevant to their problems, to their community.  This is an extremely destructive, but widespread belief.  While the intention may have been valid, the result is not that kids do independent research and learn the history that classrooms leave out, the result is they don't try, or drop out, and continue a cycle of ignorance when they have children and fail to encourage them to preform well in school.  I think we should consider it a problem that many blacks consider another black person who is educated and articulate to be "acting white" or a sell-out or not really black.  This is a promotion of ignorance just as hyphe is a promotion of stupid. The debate over ebonics is another example.  The fact is that for generations blacks were denied formal education, and like in every culture where a group is separated from mainstream society and denied education, a slang of broken english developed.  And instead of emphasizing teaching, many people, including educated blacks (who, incidentally, don't speak that way), supported children's 'right' to remain ignorant. There is little chance that some one who spoke 'ebonics' would get a job as an executive or governor, so the unintended consequence of supporting deliberate cultural segregation would be to not only keep people separate, but also to maintain the status quo, or even reverse the positive changes that have developed over the years.  It is my opinion that the bet, possibly only, way to negate the still lasting effects of slavery is to tax the hell out of inheritance and provide free education, funded at the federal level, up to a bachelors degree, for everyone.  The effects of poverty and lack of education are inherited just as surely as money is, and there has never been any steps to level the playing field.  Reparations never came, and so, with the cumulative effect of inheritance, it is no surprise that blacks on average are poorer than the average american.  It should come as no surprise either that poor people, of any color, commit more crime, and particularly more violent crime.  They have less to lose, and more to gain from, for example, armed robbery, than someone whose parents paid for their college education. As offensive as some lyrics or comedy sketches may be, I think the absolutely last thing anyone needs is another push towards censorship.  It is a dangerous and slippery slope.    We have come a long way, and any move towards censorship, no matter how well intentioned, is a step backwards for all of democracy.  Tipper Gore already got us those "parental advisory" stickers on albums, we have the movie and now TV ratings with all new TVs having the ability to lockout individual shows.  The Grand Theft Auto video game was a M (mature) game, despite its extremely graphic and extreme violence, potentially offensive racial stereotypes, drug use, and glorification of crimes of all sorts.  When it was discovered that an un-authorized hack of the software could unlock a small, clothed, soft-core simulated sex game, the rating was changed to  AO (adults only) and most major retailers pulled it from their shelves - despite the fact that the Sims 2 could be hacked just as easily to be far more graphic, and that Playboy: the Mansion game had equally graphic actions as mainstay of the game play; both of which games had only M ratings.  Point is, when society finds it acceptable to ban certain words or ideas, there is no way to control who decides what is offensive and what isn't.  Free speech applies to everyone, or it applies to no one.   Including rappers - even the bad ones.  And  to Imus as well, and those like him.

The debate over ebonics is another example.  The fact is that for generations blacks were denied formal education, and like in every culture where a group is separated from mainstream society and denied education, a slang of broken english developed.  And instead of emphasizing teaching, many people, including educated blacks (who, incidentally, don't speak that way), supported children's 'right' to remain ignorant.
There is little chance that some one who spoke 'ebonics' would get a job as an executive or governor, so the unintended consequence of supporting deliberate cultural segregation would be to not only keep people separate, but also to maintain the status quo, or even reverse the positive changes that have developed over the years. 

It is my opinion that the bet, possibly only, way to negate the still lasting effects of slavery is to tax the hell out of inheritance and provide free education, funded at the federal level, up to a bachelors degree, for everyone.  The effects of poverty and lack of education are inherited just as surely as money is, and there has never been any steps to level the playing field.  Reparations never came, and so, with the cumulative effect of inheritance, it is no surprise that blacks on average are poorer than the average american.  It should come as no surprise either that poor people, of any color, commit more crime, and particularly more violent crime.  They have less to lose, and more to gain from, for example, armed robbery, than someone whose parents paid for their college education.

As offensive as some lyrics or comedy sketches may be, I think the absolutely last thing anyone needs is another push towards censorship.  It is a dangerous and slippery slope.    We have come a long way, and any move towards censorship, no matter how well intentioned, is a step backwards for all of democracy.  Tipper Gore already got us those "parental advisory" stickers on albums, we have the movie and now TV ratings with all new TVs having the ability to lockout individual shows.  The Grand Theft Auto video game was a M (mature) game, despite its extremely graphic and extreme violence, potentially offensive racial stereotypes, drug use, and glorification of crimes of all sorts.  When it was discovered that an un-authorized hack of the software could unlock a small, clothed, soft-core simulated sex game, the rating was changed to  AO (adults only) and most major retailers pulled it from their shelves - despite the fact that the Sims 2 could be hacked just as easily to be far more graphic, and that Playboy: the Mansion game had equally graphic actions as mainstay of the game play; both of which games had only M ratings.  Point is, when society finds it acceptable to ban certain words or ideas, there is no way to control who decides what is offensive and what isn't.  Free speech applies to everyone, or it applies to no one.   Including rappers even the bad ones.  And  to Imus as well, and those like him. I also want to point out that "ho" does not mean "black woman".  There are white hos.  It is derogatory to women in general - and then only if it is meant to apply to all women.  There really are prostitutes, and if that is the context in which the term is used, it isn't necessarily offensive.  A lot of songs and media seem offensive because a key word or phrase stands out to the causal listener, who is unable or uninterested to hearing the overall context of the song, the album, or the artist.  I wrote my last blog on this subject (though Trent Reznor is white, it is an example of what I mean). Also not black, but a prominent figure in Hip-Hop, Eminem sounds at first listen (and 2nd, 3rd and 4th) to be horribly offensive, until you realize that 90% of it is tongue-in-cheek, that he is making a point to be over the top offensive.  You also see personal growth from one album to the next - artists are people, individuals, before they are musicians, no matter how big they get. They are only representatives of society because (and as long as) radio stations play their music and Tower stocks their latest album. In many ways, having an older generation insist that such-and-such is offensive, or bad, or unacceptable only makes it more appealing to youth.  guess my overall point is it would be far better for us to focus on promoting positive messages, rather than attempting the censor negative ones, whether they be from white commentators, black rappers, or anyone else.  The enemies are mind set and culture, ones which include a internalization of ignorance and poverty.  Fighting messages we don't like is pointless at best.

I also want to point out that "ho" does not mean "black woman".  There are white hos.  It is derogatory to women in general - and then only if it is meant to apply to all women.  There really are prostitutes, and if that is the context in which the term is used, it isn't necessarily offensive.  A lot of songs and media seem offensive because a key word or phrase stands out to the causal listener, who is unable to or uninterested in hearing the overall context of the song, the album, or the artist.  I wrote my last entry on this subject  Also not black, but a prominent figure in Hip-Hop, Eminem sounds at first listen (and 2nd, 3rd and 4th) to be horribly offensive, until you realize that 90% of it is tongue-in-cheek, that he is making a point to be over the top offensive.  You also see personal growth from one album to the next - artists are people, individuals, before they are musicians, no matter how big they get. They are only representatives of society because (and as long as) radio stations play their music and Tower stocks their latest album.
In many ways, having an older generation insist that such-and-such is offensive, or bad, or unacceptable only makes it more appealing to youth.

I guess my overall point is it would be far better for us to focus on promoting positive messages, rather than attempting the censor negative ones, whether they be from white commentators, black rappers, or anyone else.  The enemies are mind set and culture, ones which include an internalization of ignorance and poverty.  Fighting messages we don't like is pointless at best. 

Sunday, 8 April 2007

Closer




  • Apr 8, 2007

  • Closer

    Its that one line that stands out.  Its what people hear first.  It seems dramatic in its vulgarity; and so it's taken out of context.

    This is not the typical bass thumping, "hey baby, lets get in on" song.
    It is not about dominance, nor pleasure.  Nothing could be farther from the truth.

    "Help me" is more key to the feeling than "I want to fuck you like an animal".

    This is a person in pain - in total desperation:

    "Help me; I broke apart my insides... I've got no soul to sell"
    Fucking her is a last resort, an escape from his reality which he knows he can not truly fix, "the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself."
    The next line after the hook shows the unhealthy dynamic at play "My whole existence is flawed; you get me closer to God"
    He wants faith, he does not have any left.  He is empty inside.  He is tormented.  "...have my isolation...have the hate that it brings...have my absence of faith, you can have my everything". 
    After the word "fuck" we don't hear these lines.

    Just because he does the penetrating does not make him the one with power in the relationship.  "Help me, you make me perfect.  Help me become somebody else."  It is he, not her, who is scraped off his knees.  He who drinks her honey.  She "is the reason [he] stay[s] alive."

    In the rest of the album this is expanded upon.  He is a broken man.  She enjoys the dynamic they have, or at the least is willing to take advantage of it.  He is the one being used.  His fucking her may be the only aspect of their relationship in which he has any semblance of control.

    At first listen the music is loud, fast heavy - but it has a very "dark" [excuse the expression] undertone, it is not upbeat, it has that bump, but it is depressing - its the feeling of depression thinly veiled, of enthusiasm as distraction, like taking pain killers and running on a broken leg.  The pain is still there, no matter how fast you go, no matter how euphoric you feel in the moment.

    It is a feeling, I suspect, which more of us can sympathies with than we would care to admit.

    At least, that's how I interpret it.  I'm no poet.  I could be totally wrong.

    I do not find it offensive.

    A friend of mine did not like this song.  That's what inspired this, of course.  I guess that's what Catholic school does to a person, even if they didn't really buy into it.

    And so, when some brilliant DJ combines it with the soundtrack to the first Super Mario Brothers for original Nintendo, seamlessly, well, I just have to conclude that juxtaposition is the greatest thing ever.


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