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So, let me see if I have this right: George Clooney is a wealthy, straight, cis, able-bodied white American man who has a lonesome sort of job, the lonesomeness of which he uses to avoid emotional attachments—until he has some sort of existential crisis, at which point he comes to realize that, through no emotional effort, investment, or vigilance of his own, he actually has an amazing support system of people waiting for him with open arms, despite the fact that he's been taking them totally for granted his entire life.
I guess Clooney's getting Nicholson's old scripts now.
George Clooney narrates over a series of images [described throughout in brackets], accompanied by piano music: Now this is going to be a little difficult [Clooney at podium], so stay with me. How much does your life weigh? [Clooney stands in silhouette at an airport] Imagine for a second [Clooney looks out an airplane window] that you're carrying a backpack. [Scenes from plane window: Small clouds over rural landscape; big fluffy clouds.] Now I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life. [Clooney rides alone on a subway train.] You start with the little things, the things on shelves [scenes of Clooney moving through an airport with luggage] and in drawers, the knick-knacks [scene of urban landscape out plane window], then you start adding larger stuff [Clooney looks out hotel window], clothes, table-top appliances [Clooney has lonely drink in hotel], lamps [Clooney runs on treadmill all by himself in hotel gym], your TV [Clooney swims all by himself in hotel pool]; backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. [Clooney sits alone in hotel staring at a backpack.] You go bigger [scene of urban landscape out plane window]—your couch, your car, your home [Clooney walks into sterile apartment]; I want you to stuff it all [Clooney has lonely drink while looking out apartment window] into that backpack. Now [scene of airplane taking off], I want you to fill it with people [Clooney in airport]—start with casual acquaintances [female airline worker smiles at him; he shakes he hand of a man next to him on the plane], friends of friends [he walks along with his young female coworker], folks around the office [he sits in a business meeting with coworkers, watching PowerPoint graphic showing people connecting], and then you move into the [image of Clooney and Vera Farmiga, sitting in their underwear as if post-coitus, sitting opposite each other opening up their laptops] people you trust with your most intimate secrets [scene of rural landscape out plane window], brothers [Clooney stands with two women on a street] or sisters, [J.K. Simmons holds up a wallet with pictures of kids] your children, your parents, [scenes of a wedding] and finally your husband, your wife, [young female coworker embraces a dude] boyfriend, your girlfriend [Farmiga kisses Clooney in bed]—get 'em into that backpack. [Jason Bateman and Zach Galifianakis look at each other; young female coworker holds up a cell phone with a text message reading: "i think it's time we c other people."] Feel the weight of that bag. [Young female coworker collapses into Clooney's arms, crying.] Make no mistake—your relationships are the heaviest [image of bride in gown] components [Clooney and Farmiga look at each other, laughing] in your life [Clooney alone in an office], all those [Clooney hangs out with young female coworker] negotiations [scene of rural landscape from plane window] and arguments, secrets [Clooney and Farmiga in hotel hallway] and compromises [Clooney in airport]. The slower we move [young female coworker in airport, moving away], the faster we die. [Clooney and Farmiga dancing; getting their picture taken.] Make no mistake [Clooney running in airport], moving is living. [Clooney and Farmiga kiss in stairwell.] Some animals were meant to carry [shot of Clooney and young female coworker walking with luggage] each other, to live [Clooney walking alone with luggage] symbiotically over a lifetime [Clooney walks alone with luggage while couple embraces in background]—star-crossed lovers, monogamous swans. [Clooney stands along in airport.] We are not swans. [Farmiga opens apartment door to see Clooney standing there in the snow.] We're sharks [Clooney at podium]. Text onscreen: Up in the Air.
[During the night, I] scroll through my life, my thoughts, my fantasies, my memories, mis-memories, and the like until I have chanced upon events, people, or narratives that I can employ to divert my mind from the body in which it is encased. These mental exercises have to be interesting enough to hold my attention and see me through an intolerable itch in my inner ear or lower back; but they also have to be boring and predictable enough to serve as a reliable prelude and encouragement to sleep. It took me some time to identify this process as a workable alternative to insomnia and physical discomfort and it is by no means infallible. But I am occasionally astonished, when I reflect upon the matter, at how readily I seem to get through, night after night, week after week, month after month, what was once an almost insufferable nocturnal ordeal. I wake up in exactly the position, frame of mind, and state of suspended despair with which I went to bed—which in the circumstances might be thought a considerable achievement.—Author Tony Judt, who has a variant of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (commonly known as Lou Gehrig's disease), in "Night," the first of a series of essays he will be writing on living with ALS.
This cockroach-like existence is cumulatively intolerable even though on any given night it is perfectly manageable. "Cockroach" is of course an allusion to Kafka's Metamorphosis, in which the protagonist wakes up one morning to discover that he has been transformed into an insect. The point of the story is as much the responses and incomprehension of his family as it is the account of his own sensations, and it is hard to resist the thought that even the best-meaning and most generously thoughtful friend or relative cannot hope to understand the sense of isolation and imprisonment that this disease imposes upon its victims.
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What—you thought I was using a metaphor of some kind...?
More helpful NOOZ from CNN: 13 signs your relationship is doomed.
Like pretty much every other "relationship advice" piece in a mainstream news outlet, this should come with the disclaimer: "As this content is heavily reliant on tired gender stereotypes, may not be applicable for same-sex couples. Polys need not apply."
I never fail to be amazed how much (straight) "relationship advice" simultaneously encourages (straight) couples to conceal from each other as much evidence as possible of their humanity—don't piss/shit/fart/burp/scratch/sneeze/breathe in front of your partner!—and individuality—zomg don't let hir know you like that dumbass hobby!—while discouraging independence and time apart—jesusmaryandjoseph whatever you do don't take separate vacations! AIEEEEEEEE!
I almost can't think of worse advice for a healthy relationship than "Spend every available waking moment together hiding who you really are."

NATO Secretary General Anders Fogh Rasmussen (L), U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton (C) and Britain's Foreign Secretary David Miliband pose for a family photo with NATO foreign ministers at the Alliance headquarters in Brussels, December 4, 2009. REUTERS. [Via.]I just love this picture, Hils in her stunning red coat, so obviously capturing the admiring attention of her male colleagues in their conservative suits.

[Trigger warning.]
This is just so, so heartbreaking and infuriating:
Don Belton, an assistant professor of English at Indiana University and one of the leading African-American voices in academia, was found stabbed to death in his Bloomington, Ind., home Monday, the Associated Press reports. Twenty-five-year-old Michael J. Griffin has admitted to the stabbing, police say.Quite obviously, I have no way of knowing whether Belton sexually assaulted Griffin. Andy notes that Griffin alleges "Belton sexually assaulted and raped him in front of his girlfriend while they were intoxicated," and, according to the AP report, it was the girlfriend who called police "saying she thought her boyfriend might be involved in the slaying," but she has since reportedly left town; police are looking for her.
Griffin reportedly said he stabbed the 53-year-old Belton because the professor sexually assaulted him on Christmas Day and then showed no remorse, according to court papers. Griffin said he went to Belton's home on Sunday to confront him about the assault and that an argument and scuffle ensued. According to the probably cause affidavit, Griffin then stabbed Belton with a 10-inch military style knife after Belton failed to "show or express any type of feeling that what had taken place was a mistake." Griffin is being held in county jail and is expected in court for an initial hearing on Wednesday.
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I don't consider myself to be Sergeant Wagfinger of the Grammar Police. I know my writing and grammar aren't exactly perfect (as many long-term readers would know, ahem), and well, glass houses and all that.
But!
If there's one thing that drives me batty, it's "Your/You're, There/Their/They're" sloppy errors. These are two (three?) of the most common mistakes (especially on the intertubes) in just about everything I read, and they cause me no end of teeth grinding when I see them. Particularly "their/they're"... just... ARGH.
Anyway, knowing about this little pet peeve of mine, a friend sent me a link to a facebook group called "The Correct Usage of 'You're,' 'Your,' 'There,' 'Their' and 'They're.'" (I'm not linking; they can be easily found if you're so inclined.) Like most of these facebook groups, I usually take a look, get a chuckle, then join or don't join and promptly forget about them.
Well, I took a look, but I definitely didn't get a chuckle.
Here is the delightful graphic that accompanies this group. I emailed this to Melissa and Deeks, noting "Gee, do you think a woman or a homo created this?*"
Deeky: let's see... "your mother is a slutwhore." hmmm... no, a woman didn't write that.
I then noted that this particular group had nearly 250,000 members who probably found this image hilarious. Liss:
oh.... and "you're normal" vs. "you're gay." no, a homo didn't write that.I despair for the world. I really do.
Yep.
Meanwhile, I wonder how it is that so many people (because you know there were women/gay men who were among that 250k!) can laugh at reminders of their own marginalization.
"Oh, it doesn't affect me."
Oh yeah? Compare your paycheck to your male counterpart, ladies. Go down to city hall and try to get hitched, homos. Now let's all laugh at the high-larious jokes about slutwhores and abnormal sexualities.
But I know, I'm just looking for stuff to get mad about, I'm too sensitive, I just need to get over it, blah blah blah blah.
Or, as I'm sure I'd hear from many fans of this group, I'm "being gay."
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* Not intending to suggest, of course, that the groups are mutually exclusive.

Hillary Clinton has now been named Most Admired Woman 14 times since 1993, spanning her career as first lady, New York senator, and now secretary of state. The three times she has not finished first during this time, she earned second place (to Laura Bush in 2001 and to Mother Teresa in 1995 and 1996).And here's something cool about the Top 5: Three of the five top spots are held by women of color. Following Clinton at #2 is Sarah Palin (!), and then 3-5 are Oprah Winfrey, Michelle Obama, and Condoleezza Rice.
My turn for one of these (alerted by Shaker napalmnacey), this one comes from the Land Down Under, and is (I shit thee not) meant to sell domain names (warning, definitely Not Safe For Work, sound only adds to the wrongness but isn't needed to appreciate the problem):
(scene is a meeting room full of executives, with Pamela Anderson at the head of the table in her Sexy Executive costume from Hallowe'en. An assistant is pouring coffee for her, wearing her Sexy Secretary costume from Hallowe'en.)And may I just say, douchenozzle company from Australia, that if your video is so revoltingly hyper-sexualized (to sell you, mind, domain names - which of course no woman or gay man or asexual person could ever possibly want, because the Internet is for hetero men, woohoo!) that it can't be safely viewed in most workplaces, then you just might be a misogynist douchebag (or collection of misogynist douchebags, to be fair) for making it.
PA: Gentlemen - if we want this business to stay on top, we have to stay at the forefront of the Internet. David?
Ass't: Cream?
(music plays, Barry-White-esque r&b, while PA and the assistant cavort under splashing buckets of cream in gold bikinis, in a very daring, edgy and subtle allusion to male sexual fluids which has never ever been done before ever; schlubby executive is fantasizing about his workmates and probably boss during a meeting, good to know you're working hard then, schlub - naturally, both women are looking directly at him, so he can be sure the performance is for him alone)
PA (in fantasy): Adam...
PA (in boardroom): Adam?
PA: Adam!?! What are we going to do about the web address?
Adam: Ummm...crazy domains dot com dot a-u? We could instantly register our domain name online.
PA: Very good, Adam.
Ass't (over Adam's shoulder, serving coffee, displaying absurd amounts of cleavage in Hallowe'en costume): Cream, Adam?
Adam (into her cleavage): Yessssss.
(fantasy music plays as Adam vainly tries to pretend he wasn't doing what he actually was)
Singer (dropping into speech over continuing music): Register your domains at crazy domains dot com dot a-u.
The Australian Advertising Standards Bureau has a complaints form, and valid complaints include violations of the Code of Ethics which includes a section on discrimination on the basis of sex. Note that you must tick the box at the bottom to stop the Bureau from disclosing your name and address to the advertiser concerned.Thanks, lauredhel!
Here's some of the latest...
New York Times—U.S. Had Early Signals of a Terror Plot, Obama Says:
President Obama was told Tuesday about more missed signals and uncorrelated intelligence that should have prevented a would-be bomber from boarding a flight to the United States, leading the president to declare that there had been a "systemic failure" of the nation's security apparatus.CBS News—U.S. Intel Lapses Helped Abdulmutallab: "CBS News has learned that as early as August of 2009 the Central Intelligence Agency was picking up information on a person of interest dubbed 'The Nigerian,' suspected of meeting with 'terrorist elements' in Yemen. Sources tell CBS News 'The Nigerian' has now turned out to be Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab. ... CBS News has learned this information was not connected until after the attempted Christmas Day bombing."
..."A systemic failure has occurred, and I consider that totally unacceptable," Mr. Obama said.
He said he had ordered government agencies to give him a preliminary report on Thursday about what happened and added that he would "insist on accountability at every level," although he did not elaborate.
Mr. Obama alluded to the intelligence in his statement. "Had this critical information been shared, it could have been compiled with other intelligence and a fuller, clearer picture of the suspect would have emerged," the president said. "The warning signs would have triggered red flags, and the suspect would have never been allowed to board that plane for America."
An administration official who spoke on condition of anonymity said the federal government had information that should have been assessed and meshed with other information "that would have allowed us to disrupt the attempted terrorist attack" before the suspect boarded the jet.Steve Benen—Maybe They Forgot About Richard Reid:
"What we have here is a situation in which the failings were individual, organizational, systemic and technological," the official said. "We ended up in a situation where a single point of failure in the system put our security at risk, where human error was compounded by systemic deficiencies in a way that we cannot allow to continue."
But an intelligence official said that the son's name, passport number and possible connection to extremists were indeed disseminated. "I'm not aware of a magic piece of intelligence somehow withheld that would have put AbdulMutallab on the no-fly list," the official said.
Rep. Peter King (R-N.Y.) doesn't want Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab to face criminal charge in a federal court. Former DHS Secretary Tom Ridge doesn't want Abdulmutallab to have legal rights.WaPo—Republicans see political opportunity in Obama response to failed airplane bomb: "Republicans are jumping on President Obama's response to the attempted Christmas Day bombing of a U.S. airliner as the latest evidence that Democrats do not aggressively fight terrorism to protect the country, returning to a campaign theme that the GOP has employed successfully over the past decade."
I had the same thought Josh Marshall had about the search for elusive consistency.Remember, the AbdulMutallab case is virtually identical to the Richard Reid "Shoe Bomber" case from December 2001 -- to an uncanny degree. Same explosive, (PETN), same MO (blowing up an airliner bound for the US), same failed attempt.Right. The Reid and Abdulmutallab cases offer nearly identical circumstances -- same chemical, same target, same intended consequence, same month of the year, same twisted ideology. Reid was charged, convicted, sentenced, and locked up for life. Neither conservatives nor liberals whined about it. But if the Obama administration subjects Abdulmutallab to an identical process, Republicans are outraged? Either they're idiots or they think we are.
It's really about as close to identical cases and you get. And, of course, Reid was tried in civilian courts and is now serving a life sentence. Seemed to work fine in his case. And unless I'm misremembering, I don't remember anybody criticizing this approach at the time.
Most of the criticisms we're hearing are pretty silly. But that's where the buck stops. It happened. Obama's president. It's natural that the political opposition will try to pin it on him. But can we at least get some demagoguing that isn't so transparently ridiculous and easily refuted by pointing out the policy the accuser followed when they were in charge?
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