You should hook up with my long lost friend LOLsummer69.
You should hook up with my long lost friend LOLsummer69.
Tevatron shuttered after 27 years due to lack of funding
Formerly the world’s most powerful particle accelerator (before CERN, of course), the Tevatron at Fermilab in Chicago was responsible for discovering the top quark, among other contributions to particle physics. According to scientists at Tevatron, the group was closing in on the elusive Higgs boson, an undiscovered particle tying the Standard Model of particle physics together. Friday marked the last time the particle beams would be turned on at the facility, due to a decision by the federal government to cease funding the lab. The annual budget of the Tevatron? $35 million.
Just for reference, $35 million would fund the Afghanistan war for 144 minutes.
I really feel restricted because I can’t express just how angry this makes me (I try to avoid profanity on the blog). But this pisses me off.
No, let’s just cede another global leadership position because screw science, right? Who needs it? It’s ASTOUNDING how anti-science this country has become. It’s cool. We’ll let Switzerland pick up another victory. Maybe we can all just get a little fatter and dumber, then let bought-and-paid-for-by-lobbyists politicians tell us our tax dollars are being “wasted” on things like “space shuttles” and “arguably the most important scientific discovery of our generation.”
Tell me: What do we have now? They killed the space shuttle program. They’ve killed our particle accelerator. What’s left? What grand scientific American project remains? What embodies the spirit of America ingenuity, determination, or pioneering scientific attitude?
This is an embodiment of what is fundamentally wrong with America. This project could be funded for an entire year if we used what we currently spend in Afghanistan every 144 minutes.
Dear Congress: They’re called “priorities.” And yours are royally screwed up.
(via world-shaker)
There has never been another large historical event that has it’s decedents be told to ‘get over’ than the ancestors’ of the enslavement of millions of Africans transported across the Atlantic.
There has never been such any formal set of reparations for the 300+ centuries of…
A-FUCKING-MEN.
The Crazy Donkey …RIP.
I don’t really know what to say so I may just run some words out and hopefully they make sense.
My first memory of the Crazy Donkey was back when I was in a band called Kids Eat Free. I just met our producer (who would help us write better songs and change our name to the GetAway Drive) and his old band were set to play a gig over at the Donkey. I was probably around 15 or 16. The Downtown still existed and was much more preferred because they had the kind of shows I was much more interested in.
After the Downtown closed I had continued my booking experience over at the Vibe which was linked through the same company, Loaded Rock Shows, that worked over at the Donkey. Throughout the years I become more involved in working with the Donkey firsthand.
Not every show was great. But there were a lot of memorable ones. And most importantly it was more of a meeting spot for tons of friends. Heck, I even tried to go to one of the club nights and danced in a foam party.
Most of my favorite bands came here.
- I flew home from Mexico early to see Saves the Day and The Get Up Kids.
- I saw a secret never announced Taking Back Sunday show
- I saw a secret Brand New show
- Dashboard played an intimate acoustic gig shortly after his MSG show.
And many more.
One thing is for sure this is a hiccup in the band scene just because it was a place that bands strive to play. I was very honored to be able to play here several times over the years.
Now it’s time to look forward. The Long Island scene must come back together and remember what we have. Support your local shows. Not just the national acts - but everyone down to your next door neighbor that has a rock band.
I really urge you all to check out the shows over at Ollie’s Point. And go to local shows.
I don’t want to keep seeing venues close. I miss the Downtown. I miss the Donkey. I miss all the VFW halls. Keep it alive.
I guess I should also probably put a little tag in here: check out www.thescenelife.com
We’ve restarted it, and hopefully people can get talking about the LI scene on there.
What was your favorite Crazy Donkey memory?
No, I’m Graham. Are you double?
What I am about to say is the cold, naked, HARD TRUTH: illegally downloading music is STEALING. YES, I SAID IT. And AS SUCH, it is UNETHICAL. If it wasn’t STEALING, then it would just be called “downloading”, NOT “ILLEGALLY downloading”. WHY is this such a HARD CONCEPT to grasp? Let’s put it this way- I work for McDonalds. My job is to make burgers. McDonalds (a giant, evil corporation) has to pay for the labor (me) to assemble their product (burgers). I don’t sit around & make burgers all day for free. People LOVE burgers. Burgers SHOULD indeed be free! BUT- it COSTS $ to make burgers. And the burgers WERE overpriced for a long time- old Ronald had gotten greedy. He was RICH AS FUCK, in fact, but despite the fact that Ron was rich from overpriced burgers, me & the rest of the burger cooks (not to mention the janitor, the cashier, the manager, the delivery truck drivers, & whoever else) could STILL make a decent living IF WE WERE GOOD AT OUR JOBS working at McDonalds. Then, one day, someone gets a key to the backdoor of McD’s & it goes STRAIGHT to the kitchen. He SNEAKS IN LIKE ALL GOOD THIEVES DO, and he starts eating all the burgers he wants, FOR FREE. Then he makes a key for his buddy, who makes one for his pal who makes one for his pal, etc. Soon everybody has a key & it’s a fucking burger bonanza. The burgers WERE overpriced, right? And Ronald & A FEW of his cooks were just rich money grubbing assholes anyway, right? SO FUCK ‘EM! EAT AWAY! So that goes on a while then good old Ronald looks at his checkbook- WTF?!?!? Suddenly things aren’t looking so peachy for Ronald. So he starts firing motherfuckers left & right, & a TON of McDonalds close down. BUT… PEOPLE STILL WANT BURGERS, right? Ronald starts trying all sortsa shit to keep McD’s open- marketing schemes, different wrappers for the burgers, burger TASTINGS- but NOTHING is working. WHY? LITERALLY MILLIONS of people have a key to McDonald’s & are GORGING THEMSELVES 4 FREE. Some of the cooks open their own burger joints because McDs is failing. They charge fair prices & do it ALL themselves. They fail too- WHY? BECAUSE the key that opens McD’s opens ALL burger joints. So all the indie burger shops go down too- WHY? BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE WALKING OUT WITH FREE BURGERS STILL. Only a few pay for the burgers. Hell, a WHOLE GENERATION of burger eaters grows up NEVER HAVING BOUGHT A SINGLE BURGER. Finally, the whole burger business is FUCKED UP. Me, I’m an older burger cook who manages save up some $ from the old days, & a lot of folks will still pay for me to whip up a burger for em. But the young guys who have dreams of being a successful burger cook? FORGET IT. IT’S ALL FREE NOW. Burgers should be free, RIGHT? I WANT MY BURGER! I WANT MY BURGER! I WANT MY BURGER - FUCK Ronald & FUCK his cooks- I’m TAKING EM! Eventually it all goes up in flames. Fuck it. I got my burger. I TOOK IT. And when I, as a burger cook, complain about people KILLING THE BURGER BUSINESS by stealing from McDonalds? I’m called A GREEDY ASSHOLE. Burgers SHOULD be free. BUT THEY ARE NOT FREE TO MAKE. Neither is music. Like it or not, there IS NO MORAL GRAY AREA HERE. STOP STEALING.
As for traveling alone…fuck it. If that’s the way it has to be, than that’s the way it is.
(via loveyourchaos)
I still read your words. I read them because they hurt. I read them because hurt is the only emotion I am capable of feeling, even remotely in every sense of the word.
I read them because I hope one day I will be reminded of that pain when I turn away. When my shoulders get cold. When my head is empty or full. When my heart is numb.
I read them because in your words I find more than most would. More than you think. Certainly more than you know.
When you move on, like the others, I’ll keep reading until it doesn’t hurt anymore, hoping that it is because I’ve moved on, not because my skin is hardened to the now dull pain.
I read because we, you, maybe I, were and are more than words. I read for the syntax. I read for the underlines, the underlying madness.
I read them to find the bits of myself that I left with you, that you carry unwillingly or perhaps unknowingly.
All things go this way for me. I feel more in loss and aftermath than conception and fruition. I have always been a child of circumstance. I have always been a man of consequence. I am not so much in a moment so much as I am regurgitating a reaction that I anticipated. Through this, I control my destiny.
In that irony, I see in my own syntax that somehow I want this in some way. Somehow maybe I even need it. Somehow, I’m getting better. Harder. More resilient. Somehow, I am impervious and stoic or doing my best to be those things. So I don’t have to feel.
I read because I haven’t yet found the words to tell you how truly sorry I am. I read to find an acknowledgment of that.
So I can forgive myself.
