michael jackson's funeral cost los angeles 1.4 million dollars. there must not be any poor and hungry people there. of course, the war in iraq has cost more than a trillion dollars. there must not be any poor and hungry people there either. for surely, in a world of poor and hungry people, money would be spent to eliminate their poverty and hunger.

no one swings like zoot sims. for a taste, i recommend the first four tracks from "jazz in paris. zoot sims and henri renaud." also, dig the first part of charlie parker's album boston 1952. the first several tunes feature bird at the hi hat with a group that includes underrated monster joe gordon on trumpet, as well as mingus and roy haynes! yes, symphony sid does do his best to bother you, but there is no stopping this music. these lines are for the pink man specifically, but anyone reading can dig these albums. and if you haven't gotten hip to lala.com, get to it right now.

i wonder if there is someone out there who has heard of tommy potter, but not harry potter?

45 more dead in pakistan, thanks to us. bombs for peace made no sense when i yelled the phrase at alarmed passerby in the boston common more than a decade ago, and it makes no sense now. i've read my chomsky and blum and parenti, and i think i know a thing or two, but just what the fuck are we doing in pakistan? it's mad, which was short for nixon's "mutually assured distruction." not a word of criticism has been spoken by the obama ball sucks, who are so thrilled that "their team" is winning that they have lost whatever intellectual integrity they may have had. all i know is it ain't good folks.

went into the local cuban restaurant a couple of days ago. the food is good, it's a happening joint. i figured the politics were suspect, but they had never made an issue of it, so i gave them the benefit of the doubt. but, on this day, i found an obscure reference that i couldn't avoid. long ago, there was a film called "i am cuba." quite a classic, though a little dramatic at times. in any case, behind the counter, there was a banner which read "i was cuba." oh yeah? well, you ain't anymore! fuck you and your restaurant.

that is, until i get hungry.

for hunger, you see, makes fascists of us all.