I just can't help liking them…
The sound of my shitty summer was a scuzzy two guitar, girl singer and drum-machine pop group called The Kills. Both their albums are great and I don't buy into the I Like The Trux fuck The Kills mantra... though to be fair, they do sound quite similar at times, and their Fiberfib performance was pretty similar to Jennifer on stage. Ah shucks, but it's good, rocking lip curling and eye rolling.
Mr Brown and the horse emergencies

Amusing page here about the capabilities of Mike Brown (head of the USA's Federal Emergency Management Agency), and his suitability for the job given to him by George Bush.
If you didn't know, his last job was President of the Arabian Horse Association.
Hmmmm...
Love Krap
I've had it for a couple of days and I've got to say that the Super Furry Animals' new album, Love Kraft, is a bit disappointing.
I never liked the song Hello Sunshine (off their last album) but clearly loads of other people did. This album seems to pick up the 'lush' (bloaty) and 'dreamlike' (boring) sound of that song and take it further than I ever thought.
Maybe it's the fact they recorded most of the album in my neck of the woods - there were probably far too many young women and beach parties around to focus on work. Maybe it's just that they're all older and so have mellowed out - it would only be natural. Maybe (and this is what I reckon) it's that they have been veering towards this sort of dullness since Guerrilla.
Never mind.
Cheapening the disaster
Firstly, you ought to be shocked by what happened in New Orleans. It makes no sense to say that shock and outrage at the disaster is in some way a question of feeling 'entitled' to stability or 'entitled' to catastrophe. The weather cares not for wealth, but it is absolutely reasonable to assume that a wealthy state would be able to protect itself and its citizens from the weather better than a poorer state. No one with any sense would claim that America deserved the disaster more or less than any other place, and I think that the main shock and outrage has clearly been due to the way the American Federal Government failed for so long to do anything to help the predominantly poor, black townspeople who were left behind. You ought to be shocked by this failure.
In a way though, the very idea of referring to other disasters when one has just happened is utterly pointless. What do we achieve if we compare Hurricane Katrina with September 11th? Or with any other catastrophe? The problem we cause when making these comparisons is that we establish a false dialogue whereby all disasters are somehow gradable, almost ranked against each other. When we start thinking in this way, we utterly miss the point of catastrophe: the shock itself. By comparing one disaster with another, we cheapen both... and by harping on about a (completely unconnected) pet hate every single time we see a tiny similarity, we cheapen ourselves.
I could compare September 11th to the Norman Conquest of England, but what would be the point?
David versus Goliath

Found a site with pictures of La Estelada taken around the world. I love this picture - a massive Spanish flag (I think it's the one that the PP put up in Madrid) with a tiny Estelada... classic Catalan humour (?!).
Our house from space
This is a satellite image of our suburb. Surprisingly, you can't see Gemma outside killing slugs (her favourite hobby).
New Orleans and America's dirty secret
The shocking, apocalyptic images coming out of New Orleans have had the side-effect of casting light on the secret underclass of American society. Many of us have heard before about the poor in America but never has there been such compelling evidence of the dirty secret America's media does its best to ignore. Apparently, 104,000 New Orleans citizens have no vehicle - and thus had no way to escape Katrina's deluge.
Why was nothing done to help these people? Perhaps the reason is that politicians don't value them in any real way. I think it's because they're poor and they have no value when it comes to photocalls or televised debates.
Gobshite
Saw an excellent lunchtime news story just now about Chris Eubank. The eccentric ex-boxer was in court today after being accused of temporarily stealing a beer lorry and driving without insurance. He claimed that he merely moved the vehicle 200m up the street so that he could get his kids to school, and the truck was blocking the road. Sounds fair enough, I suppose.
It's always nice to see Chris on TV, as he is a real ray of sunshine in these miserable days. But what made the news report even better is that a BBC reporter spoke live from outside Brighton Crown Court to explain the case. Behind him (but in shot), a man and a woman - apparently swigging from beer cans - simulated 'doggy style' sex against the wall of the court.
Then, as the report was closing another helpful drunk walked into the side of the shot and waved his arm slowly up and down in an effort to distract viewers. When the cameraman clearly attempted to crop him out of the shot, the gentleman enforced his point by shouting "Leave him alone, he ain't done nothing. Yeh gobshite!". The reporter looked decidedly miffed and the news host certainly wasn't impressed.
Truly a classic piece of daytime news.






