Mr. Sinclair to this MonkeyFilter thread, please. Please report to this thread immediately.
Custard Bottles
So, this year, This American Life has run a fascinating show recorded largely in occupied Iraq, titled I’m From the Private Sector, and I’m Here to Help.
As I type this, I just now realize that the title is a snark aimed at the hilarious – and offensive, to me – ad that ran back in the Clinton era in which a litte old lady cowers in her apartment, peering through her peephole at a menacing horde of MIBs, there to reform her health care. The ad’s tagline, “We’re from the government, and we’re here to help!” is a masterpiece of American conservative propaganda. Why has it taken me so lingh to recognize this little joke?
Well, largely because the original show is not particularly expressive of a political viewpoint – it’s a personal show, about the lives of civilian contractors in Iraq. The strongest opinion expressed in the show comes partway through the second segment, when the young-sounding female reporter, Nancy, is following around a guy named Hank. Hank is trying to impose order on the chaotic operations of a security firm named Custer Battles (after the names of its’ founders).
Hank (who speaks in a flat, authoritative military twang) explains to the reporter how he is trying to train his male Iraqi employees to stop holding hands in public, which clearly really bothers him. His voice thickens as he describes the despicable act. Nancy (whom the listener imagines to be a birdlike recent graduate of the University of Chicago weighing 98 pounds and standing four feet, seven inches) flies off the handle, exclaiming, “Jesus Christ! Leave ’em alone! What’s wrong with you?”
She browbeats the surprised Hank in mid-sentence, emphatically exclaiming “No, I don’t think it’s wrong!” Hanks is utterly taken aback; clearly he’s never considered that there might be a possibility that a) male hand-holding is not a terrible crime against nature and b) someone of his own culture might be as offended by his attempts to correct the beknighted ways of the Iraqis as he is by those beknighted ways.
It sums up our current political condition; hell, it can practically substitute for the election.
The company the piece is about is described as having a poor track record in Iraq, including a memorable incident in which employees of the company engaged in a shootout with one another in front of an Iraqi hotel.
Why do I mention this today? The first news I heard on the radio this morning concerned Custer Battles, which is accused of engaging in a pattern of fraudulent billing practices. Those who know me will be unsurprised to hear that I found this to be incredibly funny. I literally cannot stop chuckling about it.
I wonder who owns the movie rights?
Moles
More Moleskine hacks, from 43 Folders. Highly interesting. I have spent the past couple of weeks desperately trying to keep up with the ordering demand for Moleskines at my biz. Today alone I packed up at least two whole cases of the things. The small plain ones sell the best, followed by the large ruled.
I think bundling them with pens might make a promising cross-sell.
Hee hee
Viv, looking over my shoulder as I perused a certain mirror of a site devoted to photoshop tomfoolery, got a big kick out of some of the pix. When we got home from dinner, she pestered me for the URL, and I hooked her up.
About seven pictures in, she cries out, “OH NO! GOD, WHAT IS THAT!”
Alas, for I had no camera. My wife had just goatse-d herself, all unwitting. She’s doing fine, thanks, and the bandages will come off soon. Ah, celebrate family values, people. It’s what keeps us all together.
Singing Horsie Thing
–[ HogafflaHage ]–, via MoFi. An equine soundboard, admirable in simplicity and elegance. Also silly.
Pure and chaste
Taz, at Viewropa, posts To My Only Desire, concerning six 15th century tapestries depicting an eponymous Lady and Unicorn. For some reason, these artworks are familiar to me from my youth.
Change
Welcome, new users. Just have that PayPal account ready; Matt’s letting folks in, but it’s $5.00.
More for later
I should read Design Observer: writings about design & culture: The Designibles, says P-Frank. I will. But not now.
Argh
NPR : Immigrant Detainees Tell of Attack Dogs and Abuse. I am really interested in this story on the radio, but I have to transcribe stuff right this second and can’t do both. Thus, a bookmark.
Zounds! Sounds!
Dan points out that I might be interested in this antique audio AskMe thread, and verily, he is correct. MeFite tenseone points out a bevy of sites for the gettin’ of the olden-style sound files.
An update.
Tenseone’s wonderful and mysterious site is highly, highly recommended; it appears to be blog-as-dada, and exhbits the kind of internal, anachronist consistency seen in the poster’s enjoyably mannered posting language. I have stuff to do tonight, and good thing, or I’d be spending the eve poking about over there.
A Further Update.
You are commanded to click here. Proceed to consume bandwidth. Ah!