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- YES, WE WILL BE LIVEBLOGGING OBAMA’S BERLIN SPEECH: From the moment he flies in on his Bat-wings to his ecstatic departure aboard the Paultard zeppelin to Mars, we will be there with you, typing. Stay tuned.
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12:20 PM
on Thu July 24 2008
By
Sara K. Smith
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does anyone know what time this speech starts?
Yaaah! It will be almost, sort of, like, being there!
I’m ordering schnitzel for lunch!
anamericaninlondon: Whenever Barry tells us, bitches!
anamericaninlondon: A better way to ask that is when does the inane caterwauling of these MSNBC anchors end?
I have the CNN stream on at work. What band is opening for Barry? The singer looks like Nickelback and sounds like Bono.
shortsshortsshorts: perhaps he will make my houseplant catch fire and tell me that way. i’ll wait patiently.
Doing a shot for every time you hear the word hope = suicide.
This is the only thing I remember from my one useless year of college-level German. It was carved into my desk:
Eins zwei drei vier
trinken wir viele bier
Funf sechs sieben acht
trinken bier den ganzen nacht!
Herr Crow gave me a D. Jawohl, I was happy. Italian was a helluva lot more fun. I don’t remember any of it, either.
What were we talking about? Oh yeah. Hope soap on a rope. Hoff soap?
Exxxerrent TAGS….
NoWireHangers: “The singer looks like Nickelback and sounds like Bono.”
I didn’t know Barry was giving his speech from Hell.
They say there may be as many as 1 million people in attendance, but they’re all really there to see Falco.
anamericaninlondon: I heard 1 to 1:15 Eastern time.
CSPAN says there’ll be a live feed here:
http://www.c-span.org/watch/cs_cspan3_wm.asp?Cat=TV&Code=CS3
Donkey Sauce: Rock me, Amadeus.
Lou Reed is opening, followed by a reading of Auden’s September 1, 1939, then Barry.
Incidentally, while trying to find a live feed on CNN, I saw ads for their series “Black in America.” No doubt a worthy topic to address, but what the fuck does Soledad O’Brien know about being Black? Sheesh…
sanantonerose: I learned that in college German, too, although it ended with harn lassen den ganzen nacht!.
Outstando: Good choice of litachur. Couldn’t resist putting in here:
SEPTEMBER 1, 1939
by W.H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odor of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offense
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism’s face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
‘I will be true to the wife,
I’ll concentrate more on my work,’
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
wallstreetgotdrunk: Well, I went to a morally upright institution of higher learning in Central Texas. That might explain the difference.
V572625694: actually, her father is Australian (his parents are Irish) and her mother, is Black of Cuban heritage
I’m sorta getting those Tweety thrills up my leg watching the Euros all happy to see an American presidential nominee.
It’s the opposite of the feeling I get whenever I see that footage of Bush groping Angela Merkel.
Hi. What did you do with the liveblog? kthx
Nevermind. I are dum.
Doglessliberal: And she dropped out of Hahvahd to go on the teevee. She’s partly black, but wholly privileged, and married to some rich guy.
Quite hittable, though.
Arrrggghhh! Liveblog vanished again.
Look, it’s bad enough I don’t have audio on my computer at work. Now you’re taking away the liveblog too?
sanantonerose: FUCK Herr Crow. What kind of German name is that anyway?
V572625694: Okay, THAT rocked.
V572625694: Lewis Lapham has been trying to write this every month for the past 40 years.
Tawmn: Outstando: Sometimes a word is worth 10,000 pictures.
V572625694: Auden’s words, that is.
Tawmn: Haha