by Freddie on September 18, 2009
Freddie deBoer used to blog at lhote.blogspot.com, and may again someday. Now he blogs here.
Borat, Art, and the Eye of the Beholder
Borat: “I do a picture, only small, of the Tishnik Masacre. Where many Uzbeks…crushed!”
Kindly Gray Hippie: “How did you feel when you drew this?”
Borat: “Very proud!”.
KGH: “I’m just listening with sadness…a little sadness for your people…?”
Borat: “Yes…no, it is not sad. It is us who do the kill!”
When in doubt, consult the classics [5:30 mark].
( 2 comments)
Over on the Mindless Diversions site...
Our intrepid commenter A Teacher tells the story of how he published his NaNoWriMo book (and, of course, tells us how we can get a copy of it for ourselves). ( 1 comments)
Nobel Peace Prize Jury Faces Formal Inquiry
Read the story here. Here’s the paragraph that would make clicking through worthwhile, if you’re still undecided:
If the Stockholm County Administrative Board, which supervises foundations in Sweden’s capital, finds that prize founder Alfred Nobel’s will is not being honored, it has the authority to suspend award decisions going back three years — though that would be unlikely and unprecedented, said Mikael Wiman, a legal expert working for the county. ( 9 comments)

{ 5 comments }
Lovely quote; is it true though? Do we as a population truely idolize ignorance and brutality. Do we really make a fetish out of low birth? I’ve heard that some do, but do so we over all?
I don’t think that we all do, but I think that we have allowed our media and national conversation to be bullied into the lame trope of “real America,” and the notion that education is to be apologized for, and lack of culture celebrated.
Hmm yes I see what you mean. I’d agree with that and it should be fought wherever it’s proferred. Another place occurred to me where it seems to crop up is in some ethnic communities; african american especially; with the whole studiousness being equated to acting white. Though I bring it up with trepidation, I think I see Al Sharpton’s hair over my cube wall. If you’ll excuse me I’ll be hiding under my desk.
Oh, there’s no question that the enforcement of a strained notion of black authenticity has held back a great deal of black advancement.
There’s room under my desk for you too Freddie.
Comments on this entry are closed.