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Saturday, December 31, 2011

My Politics


Given recent events occurring in Iowa (I mean the Iowa primaries) I thought it'd be pertinent to outline my own political beliefs. Please note, these are all in the context of the U.S. politics, and represent only my own informed and uninformed opinions. Your disagreement is not an invitation to attack me. However you're welcome to leave a comment, per usual.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Technical Faux Pas


Due to an unfortunate accident, many of the photos on my blog have been deleted/mysteriously disappeared. Expect to see some irregularities while I slowly, laboriously replace them from my offline back-ups.

Also! I will be branching out my blog into various sub-blogs focusing on fictional pieces, socio-political commentary, and my personal life + things I like. Expect to see more changes as the blogolution continues!

Cheers

Friday, December 23, 2011

Conversations of a Genderous Nature


Seems there was something of a kerfuffle over at The Good Men Project. Resident writers from many sides came out in support, condemnation, or some combination thereof on the subject of Male Guilt.

Now, as a self-avowed Masculist, I willfully acknowledge that my bias skews towards men in this discussion. As a man who has suffered, not just at the hands of woman, but from society in general for no better reason than my gender, I can attest to my own prejudice hard-learned from experience.

I don't deny my privilege, nor do I deny my power. But I refuse to deny my own suffering.

Which is why when a prominent, self-described and widely acknowledged Feminist -- AKA Hugo Schwyzer -- makes the argument that all men, by virtue of being men, are guilty of rape until proven innocent, I can only register one emotion.

Disgust.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Happy Hanukkah


Merry Christmukkah, happy holidaze, and all that Jazz.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Post-Apocalyptic B-Boyz

I'm always fascinated by the sheer creativity of breaking, b-boying, and urban dance. Here's an awesome video that appeared in my YouTube queue.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Restless Breathe


I'm currently unable to sleep due to projectile coughing. I never knew I had so much phlegm, or that it was so aerodynamic.

Anyways, as I sit on the couch drinking tea with lemon, ginger & honey listening to Wayne Brady's Change Is Gonna Come, I can't help but reflect on my past actions over the course of between this month and the last...

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Seven Near-Death Experiences of Zek J Evets: Pt. 7


I have been procrastinating this final chapter on the 7 times I have almost died. And while it would be easy to blame a busy work schedule, hectic college education, romance, housemate drama, or the pursuit of other artistic endeavours, the reality is far more... shameful.

See, despite my seemingly cool exterior, despite the well-crafted response to life that is my personality, I am capable of being someone who I regretfully cannot look in the mirror sometimes.

This NDE occurred during my first year of SF living, back in early 2008.

New Music in my Life

Been listening to a lot of great tunes recently, from Cage the Elephant and Wax Tailor, to Brandtson and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

But what's really got me nodding my head is this "Golden Oldy" by The Coasters, Down in Mexico.

Cheers

Friday, December 9, 2011

My Life with the Housemates from Hell

 If only this story was about one of the above...

Well, I'm back! This post has been long in the thinking, planning, and writing, but now I can (at last) reveal it. As of today I have finally moved in with my girlfriend. [Pauses for applause.] Thank you, thank you. And since I am no longer interested in "keeping the peace" with my housemates for fear of any reprisal against my stuff, my deposit, or my person, I will now tell ya'll a story that will surely make you glad to be you -- and not me.

[Author's note: post contains strong language. Certain details have been altered to protect privacy, and prevent lawsuits.]

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Moving On Up...!

To the East Bay. Will post again after the hub-bubaloo.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Great Game Debate: An Outside Perspective

MRA's versus PUA's. Yes, you read that correctly. Male Right's Activists, in all their virulent glory, are currently facing a confrontation with Pick-Up Artists, in all their manipulative misogyny. It's like Darth Vader versus Lord Voldemort! It's like Umbridge versus Snape, Galbatorix versus Sauron, and Freeza versus The Lich King. The ultimate showdown of reactionary ignorance pitted against itself, the two groups amongst the MRM that I dislike the most are going to throw it down until one, the other, or (hopefully!) both are lying on the floor amongst the remnants of broken dignity and relevance.

Well hot damn! Let's enjoy the show, shall we?

Friday, November 4, 2011

Lamestar: The Alpha Male

Tyler Durden... Domestic Terrorist. Neo-Luddite. Figment of Jack's Imagination. Alpha Male.


Much has been written about the supposed greatness of Alpha Males, and while modern psychobabble in pop-culture seems to indicate that stereotypically "hot" women only go for "alpha men" -- AKA douchebags -- and that Alpha Males are the ones who make all the money, get all the success, and generally rule over the Betas, Omegas, and other peons of humanity, but the reality is far less glorious. Alpha Males are really just insecure assholes.

Don't believe me? Keep reading.

Monday, October 31, 2011

I'm a Work of Heart


In this segment entitled, "Getting to know your friendly, neighborhood Blog-host" I'll be dishing out plates full of backstory on Saboteur Academia's Fearless Leader AKA... me.

Born July 24th 1986 in Glendale, California. Youngest of 4 brothers. Grew up in the suburban sprawl they call Orange County. I called it living behind the Orange Curtain. My childhood neighborhoods were predominantly White, Christian, and Fucking Suburban Wastelands. Mother & Father divorced when I was 6, and in that classic 90's psychobabble trend I was diagnosed with ADHD soon after. Prescribed Ritalin and visited more counselors than contained within a psychiatric textbook. (UCI even studied me as part of "breakthrough" research into childhood development.) Other highlights include anti-Semitic bullying, reading Animorphs, gymnastics classes, belated Bar'Mitzvah, sporadic paternal presence, first sexual experiences with ironically Catholic Latina girlfriends, debate team, chess club, marching band, membership with 3 semi-professional gaming teams, various relapses of Mother's cancer (contracted when I was 2) until her death circa March 2003. I was 15. The last years of her life I recall functioning as combination cook, bedside nurse, and rehab counselor to an older brother addicted to Mom's prescription medication.

If you were to ask someone how they'd characterize me between age 6 and age 17, they'd probably say I was a smart-ass annoying nerd. Skinny and pale like Macaulay Culkin with glasses, a crooked tooth (even to this day) and a habit of saying whatever the fuck I felt like. It'd be an understatement to say I didn't have many friends. Whatever. So it goes.

Friday, October 28, 2011

A Prose Poem


***Author's Note: separate the art from the artist.***

S.B.

Heartbreak is a curious thing. Wounds healed over. Scar tissue grown and then faded. Still, I get melancholic at 4 AM with a flat soda reading old poetry. Past flames seem to burn as bright as the sun during my hangover, and I wonder where she or her is. I wonder and shake my head with the bitter aftertaste of another swig from the glass. What roads would've led to other avenues? And is there any hope in remembering a past I can't change, not even for all the beautiful sentiments of a literary novel? But then failure slips out of eyesight for a moment, eclipsed by the good times eating fast food and talking about Japanese anime...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Reactionary Conservative Ignorance Strikes Again


Apparently our friends on the crazy-end of the political aisle have begun a new Tumblr dedicated to a concept called, We Are The 53%. Basically, it's an amalgamation of photos of statements made by random blaming poor people for being poor, for being lazy, for being in debt, and that everyone just needs to stop making bad choices.

Because yeah... the 99% TOTALLY caused the economic recession by providing unsound financial advice, giving out bad loans, defrauding employee pensions, lobbying for corporate loopholes, corrupting our political system, deregulating industries so they could engage in unrestrained greed, shipping jobs overseas while getting tax-breaks AND tax-incentives for being a supposedly "American company", and have generally avoided paying their fair share.

No, wait, that was actually the 1% people who did all that. Whoops! I'm sorry, but I guess you're wrong.
 

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Trollock


Recently on my blog a commenter by the name of Asher has been making the rounds -- and not just here, but over at Abagond's place too. While initially it seemed he was interested in genuine conversation, his comments eventually devolved into ranting hyperbole.

This led to my moderating his comments and kicking him off my blog.

However Asher, apparently is unable to simply slunk off into the vastness of cyberspace without attempting some pithy comeback. This came in the form of an email sent to me, which I will now post for you (with commentary).

Friday, October 21, 2011

My Awkwardly Fumbling Steps


Not to trouble you with love, I mean
those adolescent dreams of great, of greater,
or of greatest loving, let alone
the crumbly personal kind—compared with, say,
the public good or harder thoughts of death
obliterating thoughts of love, or after-
thoughts of love outgrown or love undone;
and not to be ironic either, not
to forget we come into the world alone
and leave it so; and not to be claiming more
than you can give, uncertain as I am
what I require: something like love, I guess,
whatever it is we've done without so long,
so faithfully and with such tenderness.


By Leonard Nathan

Cheers

Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Hazards of Occupation


Let me state upfront that I support the Occupy Wall Street movement. As a self-professed culture-jammer a la Adbusters, as a social-Democrat cum moderate Independent, and as a goddamn revolutionary activist wannabe, I believe that only through direct action can change be achieved.

I believe that the 99% need to take back their country via a new economic policy in which the rich are taxed consummate to their use of our collective resources, in which the Middle-class can exist comfortable, and in which the poor are given the same opportunities as the rest of us by relieving them of the crushing economic burden they are now carrying on behalf of the top 1%.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Positive White Identity


This is a new idea I'm developing in the wake of recent events discussing anti-racist issues which, for me, is as much a personal conflict as a form of activism.

See, I am White, and yet I cannot fully embrace myself as a White person because Whiteness stands for so many oppressive things: hegemony, racism, and particularly undeserved privilege at the expense of other races of people.

So how do I reconcile this? How do I affirm my Whiteness in a way that doesn't support White supremacy or White nationalism? (Because both disgust me.) How do I love my race, which is such a fundamental part of my identity in this country, when the reality is that there are so many reasons to hate it, and by extension hate myself for being White?

Now, I do not want to engage in self-hatred, nor do I want to make myself colorblind to the reality of my skin-color by refusing to acknowledge or identity myself as White.

So what do I do? What do any of us White people do?

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Bird Lives



In my heart, in my soul, in the very tips of my fingers graced to press mother-of-pearl key to gold-plated brass along my Yamaha 62 Mark II. Every artist ever born pales in comparison to the artistry of him, who I view as the quintessential -- beautifully flawed, tormented but singularly talented.

Charlie "Yardbird" Parker... you are why I still pick up a saxophone, dare to press my lips to the mouthpiece and blow.


Cheers

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Undergoing Maintanence


ZSA will be experiencing slight fluctuations to our par-sec ratio as we tinker with the flux-capacitor and polish our Dylithium crystals.

In addition to a new look, ZSA has updated our comments section with new stipulations, and a link in the form-box to our guidelines. Please be aware that I am always trying to be a better blogger, in addition to being a better person. I appreciate your patience in both respects, and hope ya'll enjoy the new changes!


Cheers

On Being (An Anti-Racist)


My latest foray into the depth of cyberspace has left me with a long, drawn out sense of uncertainty regarding my own identity. White. Jewish. Male. Straight. Able-bodied. Whatever. Check boxes as you like...

And suddenly I feel a whole lot lot more confident in human stupidity. My own, and that of others.

After reading through the comments and links to my one of my recent posts, I began a slow process of lurking, reading the reactions to my disagreement with Abagond -- who wrote no less than 2 posts based on it (possibly 3) each one as precarious as Jenga blocks -- attempting to digest the multifaceted shit-storm I created which has reverberated throughout my corner of the blogosphere.

Shoot, even the out & out racists are coming from the woodwork to defend me, ridicule me, and otherwise distort reality until it resembles something like a pretzel doing gymnastics.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Love is Like a Box of Chocolates & Bruises


"Love means never having to say you're sorry."

Do you believe that?

I do. I'm one of those hopeful/hopeless romantic types. I actually believe in unconditional love; the kind that means when your girl (or guy) calls you at 4 AM because they had a bad dream about spiders, and even though you have to get up in two hours for an important test, or meeting, you'll drive over to check under the bed for any eight-legged freaks just because... they asked. And you love them.

I call it... limerence.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Am I / Are You / Are We Racist?


As an anti-racist, I'm often active in the blogging community to discuss those issues. Recently, I found myself embroiled in a long debate occurring at a blog I used to frequent, Abagond's. The topic is, "The Hearts of White People". Naturally, as a White person, I thought I'd comment.

But as I read the post, two things stuck out to me. 1) the author, Abagond states that White people have hearts of stone, and 2) guesses that we suffer from a psychological disorder. And that this explains why White people are racist.

At that point I decided to do more than comment.

***Author's note: the thread, and subsequently this post have been updated as events have continued. Please take that into consideration.*** 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

My Fellow Jewish-Americans...

Jon Stewart, our Messiah has come!

Telling the Conservative party the straight-talk they so desperately need -- and will unfortunately find incomprehensible. Because they are idiots.

But so it goes.


I've gotta say, Jon Stewart really does get better over time. His commentary, while insightful, hilarious, and dare I say... capable of making a difference in the world, has begun to take on that quality of seriously avant-garde political science. He's gone from a "funny guy" to a cultural zeitgeist all his own, and the lone political voice in our collective partisan conscience.

Yes, I am dick-riding like a mothafucka.

Cheers

Monday, September 26, 2011

A Short Lesson in Economics


Present widespread media coverage of the financial crisis notwithstanding, people seem to be more than ever ignorant of the downward spiral -- the causes, effects, proposed solutions, and palatable climate of stupidity.

But never fear my good Saboteurs! I am here to elucidate the matter. As your Fearless Leader, it is my solemn duty to uphold the education of your minds, guerrilla activist style.

And since I take this self-proclaimed calling so seriously, enough with the grandiose verbosity and get right down to brass tacks.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Troy Davis


Born October 9th 1968. Executed September 12st 2011.

I can't believe that I live in a country that would execute a man believed by hundreds of thousands of people, from The Pope to Jimmy Carter, to be innocent. His guilt was in doubt from the moment his case was first undertaken. Witnesses against him recanted their testimony. Experts from diverse fields proclaimed there to be a more-than-reasonable doubt that he commited the murder of off-duty officer Mark MacPhail.

We, the United States of America, land of the free, home of the brave, murdered this man at 11:08 Eastern Standard Time. After dangling out hope for an appeal of his sentence...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Only in America...

 Can a fair and effective attempt to fix the economy be described as "Class Warfare".


Seriously, Obama has the most unenviable job in the Free World, because only he has to convince people that if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks LIKE A DUCK, well, then it must be a goddamn duck. Not a pigeon, not a hawk. And definitely not a goose.

Friday, September 16, 2011

I Just Don't Sleep / Because Sleep is the Cousin of Death

Amidst the pageantry of this week, I've found myself up late into the twilight staring at a fading laptop screen filled with cyber-text and empty profiles.

This song always seems to bring it into perspective.




Cheers

Thursday, September 15, 2011

How to Fix the Economy



'Nuff said.

But it'll never happen. Even someone as intelligent as President Obama is now beholden to the reactionary conservative elements taking over the country. Likely it'll be many years -- if ever -- before we see a truly democratic, compassionate, and rational economic policy in America.

So it goes.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A Privilege Checklist


I found this post during the course of reading a blog I follow and it talked about "privilege checklists". They're a fascinating thing -- designed to unpackage the various privileges we may enjoy based solely around facets of our identity, whether we're White, Black, male, female, gay, straight, whether we're a 40 year-old heterosexual Evangelical descended from Europeans, or a 25 year-old Hispanic immigrant woman in a lesbian relationship.

What interested me about this particular privilege checklist is that it really serves to help us realize that not only do men have privilege, and not only do White people have privilege, and not only do Gay Black Jewish Klansmen have privilege (the privilege to be in an awesome club!), but that we all possess some privilege, in various contexts, to varying degrees at different times in our lives. And while I acknowledge there are some problems with using "privilege" in conversations with others, I cannot completely divorce it from my anthropological lexicon.

That said, please enjoy this list of Female Privileges and I hope it makes us all think about the ways in which we are privileged.

Open-Mic Profiles: The Brooklyn Poet


This first character profile will be based on a regular of my open-mic, and one whom I consider a good friend, The Brooklyn Poet.

Brooklyn Poet first came to the International many months ago. He had signed up late, and mentioned that he was going to do poetry. When it was finally his turn up at the mic, the first thing he did was shout to the crowded and loud cafe, "Respect the mic!"

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Open-mic Profiles: Cast of Characters & Introduction

(Mural painted on the patio wall)

I've been meaning to blog seriously about the open-mic I run, host, and promote as a weekly volunteer activity and place of peace for creative juicing.

However, to protect the anonymity of the participants, as well as to avoid unnecessary stalking (trust that it's happened to me before) I'll be changing the names of people, places, and other identifying features of the narrative. But unless noted, everything else is 100% grade A++ SuperTruth.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Between Two Forms of Radicalism


Today on campus was a fair for non-profit organizations, sponsored by the Institute for Civic & Community Engagement. There were myriad charity organizations, environmental groups, LGBTQ civil rights clubs, our campus law club, La Raza, the Black Student Union, the Palestinian Student Union -- right next to the Jewish Student Union! -- and randomly a Pro-Life group near the end of the path, right alongside a Pro-Choice group.

I'll spare you the details of the debate of Pro-Life versus Pro-Choice, but I will say this...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Unintentionally Offensive


Sometimes people miscommunicate. It's a common problem, and while most of us are used to dealing with it and moving on, sometimes that miscommunication isn't the problem. It was what was communicated accidentally, or unintentionally. Sometimes, it's about what you said, rather than what you meant to say.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

My Mornin' Jacket

This song basically sums up my life at the present moment.



Cheers

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Till Hate is Indistinguishable from Insanity

 (Insane hate is as American as apple-pie.)

Across the blogosphere there reverberates the echo of an entire ideology's death-throes, and their summary rebirth a la the phoenix of ignorant youth. I speak specifically of one blog post that sums up the author's anti-Semitic complex quite nicely in his title: "White Jew Problems."

And it all started because one customer of Chipotle managed to convince an entire company to be more transparent about what's on their menu... through a tweet.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Jack of All Trades / Master of None


This phrase encapsulates the myriad ways people have described me. From old friends to total strangers, exes to groupies, family to peers, classmates, The Girlfriend, and yes even crazy homeless people.

And it's fortunate because this is how I would most describe myself. I like to think of myself as a "renaissance man" of some sort, kinda all over the place. But in reality I'm more breadth than depth.

Since I'm involved in quite a variety of activities, let me just list them for you:

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Sad Bastards are for Publishing

So, without further adieu, the long anticipated, long awaited, long in the making and very long in the getting, I present to you the art which will appear in my upcoming collection, Sad Bastard Poetry!

Big thanks to Goose for doing such an amazing job for the petty compensation I was barely able to justify on my budget. Nonetheless, the results speak for themselves, and I'm sure ya'll will enjoy them too...



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Return of the Zek


The sudden infusion of well-earned slush funds into my veins, your friendly neighborhood blogger now has the peace of mind to focus on writing to ya'll -- as opposed to working hard for the daily dime. Yet again, in my absenteeism there appears to have been a virtual cornucopia of topics abounding throughout the blogosphere, some of which just demand my attention.

Before we get to that however, please allow me to summarize recent events...

Monday, August 22, 2011

Coalescent


Deep thoughts pull currents of knowledge from oceans unexpected.

Posts are coming. Just wait for the tide.


Cheers

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

From Going Broke to Breakin' The Bank


It seems my own series of financial difficulties these days are mirrored in the current economic crisis of our country. While I work 10+ hours days to cover my debts until being reimbursed by my college's financial aid awards, the rest of the country seems poised for another recession. As I bust my completely literal ass to get and keep out of the red, it seems the point of doing so is becoming more and more irrelevant when the DOW closes below 630 and jobs are about to disappear -- again and still -- in this Great Recession.

And to that, John Boehner can only say, "I'm happy; I got 98% of what I wanted."

Monday, August 1, 2011

Politics as Usual


Y'know, it only takes a drive through the Inland Empire listening to local AM radio to remind me how very different life is on the coast compared to the rest of the country. I'm so used to taking for granted the diversity of ideas, thoughts, people, and experiences that I often forget how others rarely, if ever, engage in such things. In fact, I doubt many are even encouraged to do so.

In this way I am brought face to face with the sad reality that this is a country which has begun to disconnect from itself, one bigoted mind at a time.


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Heppi Burfdai


25 and still alive!

Posting will resume as usual after the week-long celebrations.


Cheers

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Elevator Guy Versus Glasses Girl


I'm a bit late to the party, but I could not help jumping on the proverbial bandwagon of commentary to the blogosphere's latest gossip.

The characters are: Richard Dawkins, celebrated evolutionary biologist and atheist activist; Rebecca Watson, Feminist atheist blogger; Elevator guy, to whom nobody knows but is conveniently used by all, and lastly the miscellaneous chorus of bloggers, oppressed Muslim women, rape-survivors, PUAs, and other randos.

Here's the happenstance: Feminist Atheist blogger Rebecca Watson was hit on by a guy in an elevator. It was 4 AM, after a long night of conference speeches and partying in Dublin, Ireland, when a man stepped into the hotel elevator with Rebecca and said these words: "Don't take this the wrong way, but I find you very interesting, and I would like to talk more. Would you like to come to my hotel room for coffee?"

FULL STOP. SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE.THIS WOMAN IS IN DANGER! HOLY SHIT SHE'S ABOUT TO BE...

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Next Great Depression


Every day the rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the rest of us in the middle get stretched even further until that paycheck to paycheck is as thin and worn as an old dollar bill. Watching the debate over our fiscal and economic policy between Republican'ts and Democraps has been more depressing than watching The Notebook.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Living With The Dursleys of San Francisco


Dealing with irrational people is rather like dealing with a child on crack while attempting to communicate to them in a foreign language. The problem with irrational people is that because they're irrational, they frequently cannot understand the logic or reason which you would normally employ to enlighten them, nor do they care to because anything you say is an attack on them and how dare you call them dramatic! The worst part is when you dissect every irrational assumption they've made, when you've rebutted or refuted their points, when you've basically broken down what they've said into why it was wrong and how it was irrational as well as what actually happened... and then after all this they say, "okay well whatever just forget it, but do you understand my point?"

To which I can only reply, "you mean the point I just left lying there dead on the floor?"


Cheers

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Transference, Projection & Selective Reading

  When discussing serious issues amongst the blogosphere, there is often disagreement over content, semantics, and deep ideological differences, but perhaps the most unfortunately common problem is that many bloggers are simply unable to control their own knee-jerk reactions. This is often coupled with a mild form of illiteracy.

As for my own latest round of inflammatory posts, they have created something of a stir amongst the Hater Elite of cyberspace. And while each response is unique in the brand of bigotry they aspire to, nonetheless there is a common thread tying them together.

1. Transference of prior conversations, arguments, and opinions onto present conversations based on perceived similarity.

2. Projection of fears, paranoia, ignorance, prejudice, and other non-rational emotions due to the aforementioned transference.

3. Selective reading of posts, comments, and debates through use of misquoting, misrepresenting data, evidence, as well as general misunderstanding of opposing viewpoints through either ignorance, willful intent, or general miscommunication. This makes the above points possible.

I shall now provide examples.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Correlation Does Not Imply Causation & Other Fallacies


Among the most common mistakes made by scientific amateurs is the presentation of a correlation as proving a causation. While scientific methodology is quite clear that correlation does not equal causation, does not imply causation, and does not prove causation, many people circumvent this major tenet with frightening regularity. Because of this their statistics are flawed, and their conclusions are usually wrong.

Allow me to explain.

The 4th of July, The 5th of November


I've never been the "patriotic" type. I'm too cynical. Too well read in our nation's history. Too contemptuous of our various misdeeds, both past and present. I'm too bothered by our continued involvement in atrocities around the world, particularly the latest wars we've gotten ourselves in. I'm too young to sit quietly while watching the fireworks, but too old to protest.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ignorance Is Hilarious: B-Side


I think I've finally found the ultimate intersection of things I regularly blog about hating: Hipsters & Bigots.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

From a White Father to His Future Black Son

Dear Jared Mendel Tow,

This letter is predicated on the possibility that my girlfriend -- your mother -- and I marry and have children. The longer we stay together this scenario seems ever more real, and when I consider that it'll be my genes which will determine your gender... and since my immediate nuclear family is all male, this reality becomes a certainty.

Many people have asked me what I think about raising a son who will, in all likelihood, be seen as Black. Not White, not mixed, and maybe not even Jewish. They ask me how do I feel?

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Faith & Rage: Misandry is also Misogyny

This post was originally to be published on a friend's private blog, however in order to avoid bringing any more drama I have decided to blog it here at my place, where I may moderate comments at my discretion while reducing the amount of trolls, flamers, and otherwise haters at her place.

It is in response to a rebuttal of a guest-post I made at my friend's blog which I have archived [here] for you to peruse before diving in to this one. Please be sure to read for comprehension!

Are you ready? Okay, let's go.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Intellectual Hospitality & Intellectual Hostility


"I am simply in favor of intellectual hospitality — that is all." — Robert G. Ingersoll 

Among the many, often overlooked annoyances that I, in my supreme good graces tend to let slide is the behavior people exhibit in a discussion where they ask you to admit the flaws or holes in your argument, yet do not do this themselves. Or even worse, when you take the matter upon yourself to properly present your case, and like any good researcher, point out the flaws that yet do not invalidate your findings. You admit your biases, and the possible arguments against your conclusions, even as you demonstrate continued faith in them. Meanwhile, the opposition engages in hostile debate as if all of their arguments are built of solid bedrock, when in fact they are just as flawed -- if not moreso by their hubris -- as yours are.

What I want just for once is people to admit it when their wrong, or mistaken, or possibly confused. What I want just for once is for someone in a rational debate to admit that their essay-length comments aren't air-tight bastions of rationality, but just another opinion susceptible to all manner of fallacies.

But then again if people did that, well, there wouldn't be an argument in the first place! So I guess I'll just settle for a continuance of my carpet-bombing ignorance with knowledge and a higher standard of conversation.




Cheers

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Ignorance is Hilarious

It seems that lately my absence from the usual inflammatory bloggings have left something of a... hole in the center of cyberspace that bigots have decided is a great place to start dumping their ignorance!

Le sigh.

(Yes you, the racist d-bag with the blog.)


While my posts, [Why Do Haters Gotta Hate?], [Pariah Complex], and [Ain't Nothin' But A Thang] touch on the niceties of pseudo-intellectual racists, anti-Semites, misogynists, misandrists, xenophobes, Islamophobes, homophobes, and all other kinds of... phobes, I'm afraid they just don't do justice to the ever growing whiney-ness, and ever shrinking in relevance of such notorious bastions of fail like the blogosphere's Alt-Right.

So here, now, I will present for you some lines taken from various sites among the Alt-Right where they will be [fisked], since that is what The Right is so fond of doing to The Left. (Even though both parties are basically the same anyways.) Afterwards, I will psychoanalyze them to justify my rebuttal, and then probably take a proverbial "dump" on the remains of each line of hilarious prejudice and their author with a combination of sarcausticism and funny pictures.

I hope y'all enjoy! But really this is mostly for my own entertainment.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Infamy At Last


My good friend Ziggy King recently invited me over to [Pirate Cat Radio] to give an interview on The G Spot with Bobby Guap. The whole shebang was real nifty and I was honored to be put in the spotlight for my work at the Cafe International open-mic as well have the chance to shamelessly promote it, along with a lengthy chunk of my Life Story.

[Here's the link] to the podcast which we recorded during the live broadcast. Hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Cheers

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Casual Sex and the One-Night Stand: A Man's View


This post has been reblogged (with edits) from a friend's private blog guest-post in order to archive it with the rest of my material. Comments are closed, and will not be published. [Go here] in order to discuss the topic. 

Zek J Evets is a Jew-ish writer, musician, and anthropologist living in San Francisco. He is a contributor to anti-hate magazine Life After Hate, author of Distorted Orange Hidden County, and blogs frequently at Zeitgeist of the Saboteur Academia while finishing his undergraduate degrees.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Here's the Happenstance


Hey ya'll.

I know, I've been kind of a no-show lately. Publishing some comments 'n' such, but not really doing any posting. I apologize. Been busy. Been VERY busy.

Currently I work as an office administrator for a popular tour company here in SF at the Wharf. I'm promoting my weekly open-mic in the Lower Haight via a flurry of gigs and an interview on Pirate Cat Radio (Wednesday after next). I'm also revising my upcoming book... which always seems to be upcoming and never just coming out. Finally I've been dealing with the usual hassles of being basically broke, cutting through the ish, and generally working my kosher ass off to stay ahead of my problems. What'd Rick Ross say? Every day I'm hustlin'.

But nonetheless, I apologize and beg your indulgence during these tumultuous times as I get my shit together. I'll post again soon.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Linkage: Good for You & Good for Me


Check out the magazine of compassion [Life After Hate] headed by Arno Michaels -- activist and anti-racist who preaches the Good Word of love over hate.

And why should you do this? Because Yours Truly is today's featured author! With my post [Ain't Nothing But A Thang], LAH continues to draw from all corners in the fight against hatred. More importantly, they've got genuine talent (such as myself) bolstering the charge. So sneak a peek and support Life After Hate!

Cheers