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DAY OF RECKONING: #MuellerIsComing

Tuesday, October 31st, 2017

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RELATED: On Monday morning, after America learned that Donald Trump’s former campaign chairman, Paul Manafort, and Manafort’s lobbying partner, Rick Gates, had been indicted and turned themselves in to federal authorities, the president tried to distance himself from the unfolding scandal. “Sorry, but this is years ago, before Paul Manafort was part of the Trump campaign,” the president wrote in one tweet. A few minutes later, he added, in another, “Also, there is NO COLLUSION!”

At almost the exact same time, news broke suggesting that the F.B.I. has evidence of collusion. We learned that one of the Trump campaign’s foreign policy aides, George Papadopoulos, pleaded guilty to lying to the F.B.I. about his attempts to solicit compromising information on Hillary Clinton from the Russian government. Despite Trump’s hysterical denials and attempts at diversion, the question is no longer whether there was cooperation between Trump’s campaign and Russia, but how extensive it was.

In truth, that’s been clear for a while. If it’s sometimes hard to grasp the Trump campaign’s conspiracy against our democracy, it’s due less to lack of proof than to the impudent improbability of its B-movie plotline. Monday’s indictments offer evidence of things that Washington already knows but pretends to forget. Trump, more gangster than entrepreneur, has long surrounded himself with bottom-feeding scum, and for all his nationalist bluster, his campaign was a vehicle for Russian subversion. MORE

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WORTH REPEATING: The Lost Children Of Tuam

Tuesday, October 31st, 2017

Ugly story beautifully told by @DanBarryNYT and @KassieBraken.

NEW YORK TIMES: A slight girl all of 6, she leaves the modest family farm, where the father minds the livestock and the mother keeps a painful secret, and walks out to the main road. Off she goes to primary school, off to the Sisters of Mercy.

Her auburn hair in ringlets, this child named Catherine is bound for Tuam, the ancient County Galway town whose name derives from a Latin term for “burial mound.” It is the seat of a Roman Catholic archdiocese, a proud distinction announced by the skyscraping cathedral that for generations has loomed over factory and field.

Two miles into this long-ago Irish morning, the young girl passes through a gantlet of gray formed by high walls along the Dublin Road that seem to thwart sunshine. To her right runs the Parkmore racecourse, where hard-earned shillings are won or lost by a nose. And to her left, the mother and baby home, with glass shards embedded atop its stony enclosure.Tuam-slide-S8S3-superJumbo

Behind this forbidding divide, nuns keep watch over unmarried mothers and their children. Sinners and their illegitimate spawn, it is said. The fallen.

But young Catherine knows only that the children who live within seem to be a different species altogether: sallow, sickly — segregated. “Home babies,” they’re called.

The girl’s long walk ends at the Mercy school, where tardiness might earn you a smarting whack on the hand. The children from the home are always late to school — by design, it seems, to keep them from mingling with “legitimate” students. Their oversize hobnail boots beat a frantic rhythm as they hustle to their likely slap at the schoolhouse door.

A sensitive child, familiar with the sting of playground taunts, Catherine nevertheless decides to repeat a prank she saw a classmate pull on one of these children. She balls up an empty candy wrapper and presents it to a home baby as if it still contains a sweet, then watches as the little girl’s anticipation melts to sad confusion.

Everyone laughs, nearly. This moment will stay with Catherine forever.

After classes end, the home babies hurry back down the Dublin Road in two straight lines, boots tap-tap-tapping, and disappear behind those Gothic walls. Sometimes the dark wooden front door is ajar, and on her way home Catherine thrills at the chance of a stolen peek.

Beyond those glass-fanged walls lay seven acres of Irish suffering. Buried here somewhere are famine victims who succumbed to starvation and fever a century earlier, when the home was a loathed workhouse for the homeless poor.

But they are not alone.

Deep in the distant future, Catherine will expose this property’s appalling truths. She will prompt a national reckoning that will leave the people of Ireland asking themselves: Who were we? Who are we?

At the moment, though, she is only a child. She is walking home to a father tending to the cattle and a mother guarding a secret, away from the Irish town whose very name conjures the buried dead. MORE

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HOT DOCUMENT: It’s Mueller Time!

Monday, October 30th, 2017

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GIMME SHELTER: Homeless, Trans And Afraid

Monday, October 30th, 2017

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Illustration by ALEX WILLIAMSON via THE NEW YORKER

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SAM ARCHER

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My roommate fantasizes about torturing people. “What I really want to do,” he says, “is take someone, right, to an abandoned warehouse, and tie them up and leave them for a while, then come back and make them crawl over broken glass.” It is January, and he is sitting cross legged by my bed, speaking in a soft voice I have to strain to hear. His face is calm, even though he has just punched a hole in the wall. I envelope him in silence. “Uh huh,” I say.

“Anyway, I’ll let you go to bed,” he says, getting up. “It’s good talking to you, Samuel.” He gets up and closes the door. I stare at the wall and watch the lights from passing cars sway through the window panes like the frantic signal of a lighthouse. I am afraid. I fear the anger in this man.

II

I have disappeared. I am carrying a box along Broad Street, trying to hail a cab. The only certainty is I am going to live in a shelter for LGBT people in North Philly: LGBTQ Home for Hope. As I fled my apartment, I realized what was important to me. In my box is all my negatives, my cameras, a few clothes. I have lost all my documentation apart from my state ID. No social security card, no birth certificate. A bottle full of antipsychotics. Barely a month sober. In that moment I am without an address, all my possessions in a cardboard box, and I have only thought to bring my girl clothes.

When I reach the shelter, I saw an unmarked building with a bright blue door. Knocking, a woman opens the door and ushers me into an office. I plunk down my box and sit in a chair.

“What brings you here?” she says.

“My roommate told me he wants to torture people, and he punches holes in the walls, and he abuses the cats. I had to get out of there.”

III

A young woman named Elizabeth* comes in and helps me carry my box to a room up a dimly lit flight of stairs, then I am led into the dining area where dinner is going on. I watch the people eat. The room is lit by artificial light, with two folding tables and hard metal chairs. A group of people gather round the tables, mostly young women of color. The average age of most the people there seems to be mid-twenties. A young woman sits next to me, eating her chicken. She glances at me, searchingly, like I am a statue in a museum, and she is trying to capture me in all my splendor with a cheap camera. “Who are you into?” she says.

“What?”

“Like gay, straight, what?”

“Oh, I’m bisexual,” I said. “I’m a trans man who cross dresses.”

“Oh, okay,” she says, and continues eating. It is quiet in the room. Everyone is focused on their food. The woman who helped me carry my box comes back in and asks me if I have any toiletries. I tell her no, and she gets me shampoo, soap, a toothbrush. She gives me a towel and tells me everyone has to take a shower once a day. As she leaves the room, I take off my clothes. They’re the only boy clothes I own. I get into the shower. Turning on the tap, I feel the scalding water. I turn on the cold, and the water is now freezing.

Back in my room, I notice a sleeping figure. It is a woman, snoring beneath the sheets of her bed. Getting under the covers, I lie in the bed but I cannot sleep. It occurs to me that the staff thinks I’m a trans woman, with my long hair and deep voice. Even in a suit, my femininity is apparent, and people struggle to determine what bathroom I belong to. As the night lengthens, I listen to the midnight sounds of North Philadelphia: Booming hip-hop car radios. Firecrackers exploding like gunfire. Children screaming. I cannot sleep.
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CINEMA: White Flight, White Heat

Friday, October 27th, 2017

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SUBURBICON (Directed by George Clooney, 104 minutes, 2017, USA)

CHRIS MALENEYBY CHRISTOPHER MALENEY FILM CRITIC Wouldn’t it be nice to go back to the simplicity and innocence of the 1950s? The postwar economy was booming: food was cheap, gas was cheap, and houses were cheap. The United States was on top of the world, justifying the excess of capitalism like never before. We were morally pure, with strong leaders, sanitized communities, and wholesome television. Kids played outside. Neighbors said hello to each other. Everyone had a job. Except, that’s not all true, is it? The fear of atomic annihilation pervaded the country. Sexuality and gender roles were more straightjacketed than ever. Lynchings were still all-too common — the 1950s saw the infamous murder of Emmett Till and the acquittal of his murderers. Suburbicon, a coal-black comedy written by the Coen brothers and directed by George Clooney, shows how these two sides of America are and were intimately entwined.

The film is set in the eponymous town of Suburbicon, somewhere equidistant from New York, Ohio, and Mississippi, where the White Flight has taken refuge from the cities’ pollution in a ready-made community of manicured lawns and split-level houses, reminiscent of the Levittowns of the era. When a black family moves into this all-white community, the seemingly idyllic homogeneity is punctured by a reality of reactionary brutality that is not exceptional, but, as we see throughout the movie, is an unspeakably normal occurrence, and a fundamental element of the psyche in this all-too-normal town. The film is divided into two narratives, that of the Mayer family and the Lodge family, who live back-to-back. The two sons, Andy Mayers and Nicky Lodge, are united through baseball, but none of the other family members speak except when absolutely necessary. Their plots interweave only on the symbolic level.

The Lodge family narrative which takes up most of the screentime is something like Double Indemnity, but with a body count that Shakespeare would be proud of. Following an apparent home invasion, Margaret Lodge (Julianne Moore) dies. Her husband, Gardiner Lodge (Matt Damon) seems to feel no remorse. He sits through the funeral and goes back to his corporate office shortly. Margaret’s sister, Rose (also Julianne Moore), moves in, quickly claiming the role of Nicky’s mother and Gardiner’s wife. Only Nicky seems to notice that something is wrong with his ideal family; neither his father nor his aunt identify the murderers in the police lineup, but Nicky sees them. Afraid that the men might return, and increasingly afraid of his own family, Nicky barricades himself in his room, his only contact coming through the tin-can telephone to the boy on the other side of the fence.

For the Mayer family, things go from bad to worse. The day that they move in, the neighborhood signs a petition denouncing the quiet and kind family as a disturbing nuisance and a blight on the community. While the Mayers responds with dignity, the white community becomes downright vile. Spite fences soon go up on two sides. The supermarket charges them twenty dollars for any item. People gather outside the Mayer house, day and night, to create as much of a racket as possible. They beat drums, play horns, sing loudly, holler abuse, and grow slowly restless. As the agitation worsens, the Lodge family cannot bring themselves to look out their closed curtains at the world. While the Lodges are not part of the abuse, they represent the majority who condone such horrors with their silence.

Violence sweeps across the face of Suburbicon with the Coens’ classic aplomb, leaving lives and property wrecked. None of the white folks seem to notice the true perpetrators of the violence; the talking heads on the TV blame the violence in Suburbicon on the uppity ‘negroes’ seeking integration too quickly, when we see that this is anything but the case. Ultimately, Suburbicon is not about a murder. It’s not even about suburbia. It’s about the lie at the heart of whiteness. Whiteness relies on believing that Europeans are inherently kind, caring, and loving, and that anyone else is inherently vile, base, and disruptive. The Coen-Clooney team have crafted a magnificent deconstruction of this lie by setting Suburbicon in the heart of white, suburban niceness as it reveals its true intentions. Whether we flinch at its message or understand it will speak volumes about us as individuals and as a nation.

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BEING THERE: Bruce Almighty

Friday, October 27th, 2017

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Last night Bruce Willis was in town to receive the Philadelphia Film Festival’s second annual Lumière Award, which is bestowed on “those that have demonstrated a passion for the furtherance of filmmaking as a vital artform and growing industry in Philadelphia,” according to the PFF web site. Willis has appeared in four movies shot in Philadelphia: Twelve Monkeys, The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable, and Glass — the latter three directed by M. Nigh Shamylan, who presented the award to Willis. The two are currently shooting Glass, which is the final film in a superhero trilogy that began with Unbreakable in 2000, the second installment was last year’s Split. For the next few weeks they will be filming scenes from Glass at the ominous Allentown State Hospital, an hour outside the city. – EVAN HUNDELT

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CINEMA: The Tragic Kingdom

Friday, October 27th, 2017

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THE FLORIDA PROJECT ( Directed by Sean Baker, 115 minutes, U.S., 2017)

Buskirk AvatarBY DAN BUSKIRK FILM CRITIC With 2015 much-discussed indie hit Tangerine (forever remembered as “the film shot on an iPhone”) audiences began to catch up with New Jersey-born writer/director Sean Baker. Tangerine’s electrified storytelling, following a pair of audacious transgender streetwalkers as they hunt for one’s cheating boyfriend along the Hollywood strip, revealed Baker to be a director who could capture a rare naturalism that obscured his savvy plotting and instinct for drama that made his films transcend mere anthropological curiosity. Tangerine seemed to come out of nowhere but it was Baker’s fifth film, and merely the latest to create dramatic gold out the sparest of elements.

Now arrives Baker’s largest production to date, The Florida Project, further deepening the director’s interest in those living at the edges of the American Dream. It’s a wondrous world as seen through the eyes of the six year old Moonee (a star-making performance from little first-timer Brooklynn Prince) as she lives with her post-teen mother Hallee (another newcomer, Bria Vinaite who is downright feral in the role) in a kitschy purple motel called The Magic Castle. Despite Willem Defoe’s dogged upkeep, the motel is unmistakably a rundown dump, it seems like a cheap bootleg knock-off of Cinderella’s castle at Disney World, just one town over but a world away. To Moonee and her small posse of under-supervised friends, the empty lots, gaudy tourist stands and the eccentric gallery of motel guests open up endless opportunities for adventure but one can feel that the center can’t hold forever for these semi-destitute denizens of this decidedly non-magical kingdom.

Helicopters are constantly buzzing the humid skies overhead but Hallie is the opposite of what you’d call a “helicopter mom.” I’m sure there will be great discomfort from many modern parents watching Moonee and her friends (none seeming older than eight) as they wander between the motels on the strip and a little ice cream shop, and through fields, and into creeks, and everything we wouldn’t think twice about seeing in the Our Gang series (Baker has enjoyed pointing out the comparison). But Hallie, who lost her job stripping, is the sort of mom our society loves to excoriate, despite how hard we see her working hustling wholesale perfumes in more upscale hotel parking lots. Hallie’s vulnerability in this transient, rootless world gets increasingly difficult to witness although the children’s endless enthusiasm for the smallest things keep the gloom from settling in for as long as that can last.

In England and throughout Europe, some of their most prestigious filmmakers have spent years chronicling working class lives, from Ken Loach and Mike Leigh to Belgium’s Dardenne Brothers. In the U.S., where beliefs that we’re a classless society die hard and that wealth equals character (how else can you explain our President, who seems impoverished in every moral virtue?) it is hard to think of any director who would be described as “The Poet of the Working Class.” The advance work and improvisation Baker encourages in his filmmaking process set his films noticeably closer to the real world, and not just an L.A. studio’s imagining of the real world. Baker also get closer to his characters, letting us see them as their beautiful and sometimes contradictory selves. It’s a fantastic galaxy we rarely see from U.S. directors, particularly fiction directors, and its as rich and as captivating as anything Marvel imagineers are dreaming up. The film is being positioned as the indie must-see of the season and The Florida Project is more than worthy of that status.

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GEEK SQUAD: How Wonder Woman Got Her Groove

Friday, October 27th, 2017

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the-geek-300x300BY RICHARD SUPLEE GEEK SPACE CORRESPONDENT Wonder Woman is everywhere this year. From her own box office record-breaking movie that actually has critics praising a DC film to her role in Justice League next month and all the rumors/news about the sequel there is no escaping the Lasso Of Truth-wielding superheroine. But who created Wonder Woman? The character is over 75 years old and yet very little is spoken of the man who created her.

The Secret History of Wonder Woman (2014) by Jill Lepore details the strange life of William Moulton Marston that would be considered scandalous even by today’s standards. William Marston was a psychologist a resume ranging from “inventor to the lie detector” to screen writer to professor to lawyer to comic book writer. The fact is he lived with his wife Elizabeth Holloway Marston and his mistress Olive Bryne. He had The Secret History Of Wonder Womanfour kids, two from each woman who were raised in the same household without knowing the family secret.

Jill Lepore paints an extremely balanced portrait of Marston. On the one hand, Marston was a proto-feminist who fought against the misogynistic status quo and created Wonder Woman as a role model for little girls everywhere to look up to. He often said that women should rule the world. On the other hand he took one of his students as a concubine and created Wonder Woman as an extension his bondage fetish. Wonder Woman’s earliest comics featured women tied up regularly. But Lepore gives both sides of Marston’s coin equal time and leaves it up to the reader to decide for yourself whether Marston was a good person.

Those looking for torrid details of William Marstson’s kinky life of tying up his wife and mistress in threesomes will be disappointed. Marston’s relationship with Olive was kept a secret even from their own kids until well after his death. If there was a romantic relationship between the two women who lived together for the rest of their lives, Lepore was unable to find the evidence. Lepore’s book is more than just a biography of William Marston. She seamlessly weaves together the history of feminist movements, birth control, Harvard psychology professors, women at college and the history of comic book censorship that all play into the creation of Wonder Woman. All told, The Secret History of Wonder Woman is both a fascinating excavation of the origin of the character and the secret history of a complicated man that contains the usual contradictions found in human beings.

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21ST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN: Q&A With King Crimson Lead Singer & Guitarist Jakko Jakszyk

Thursday, October 26th, 2017

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Jamie_Knerr_SunglassesBY JAMIE KNERR PROG-ROCK CORRESPONDENT Prog-rock lodestar King Crimson has made smashing musical boundaries their stock-in-trade since its inception in 1968. Nearly every adjective and superlative has been directed their way in the 49-odd years since they first burst onto the scene, ranging from the fawning to the not-altogether-flattering. They’ve been labeled everything from “pompous”, “bombastic” and “overly-intellectual”, to “brilliant”, “complex”, “challenging”, “futuristic” and “pure genius.” On one point there is little disagreement: From one project to the next throughout the years the band’s transformation has repeatedly defied convention or even definition. Under the leadership of acclaimed virtuoso guitarist and composer Robert Fripp, change has been one of the relatively few constants in the band’s narrative.

The list of King Crimson’s member musicians is long and illustrious, including 21 amazing players in a variety of line-up configurations. Stylistically the band has moved from the pastoral, soothing and thoughtful to the jarring, blunt and heavy, and back again–and all points in between–with seeming ease. Their recorded output and live performances over the last five decades have earned them rightful permanent residence at the very pinnacle of progressive rock. Ever-nomadic, King Crimson has taken on yet another form as of late, currently on display with their Radical Action World Tour. These days they perform as an eight-piece, including three (!) drummers. In advance of their performances at the Merriam Theater in Philadelphia on November 2nd and 3rd, we spoke with lead singer and guitarist Jakko Jakszyk [pictured below, second from left] about the current tour and all things Crimson. Here’s some of what he had to say:

PHAWKER: Who were your most important influences as a young and aspiring musician/ singer?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: As a young kid I was always drawn to English singers who sang in an English king_crimson_nowaccent. Anthony Newley and Matt Monroe, initially. But then the likes of Greg Lake, Peter Gabriel, Robert Wyatt and Richard Sinclair when I was older. As for guitar, it was Robert Fripp. That’s why I wanted to play guitar.

PHAWKER: Can you describe the path that lead to your current role as guitarist and singer for King Crimson?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: I guess I began as a fan. Saw the band in ’71 and was amazed, intrigued and smitten. I got to know [King Crimson co-founder and lyricist] Pete Sinfield in the ’80’s, he invited me to the launch of the ‘Epitaph’ box set. This in turn lead to the formation of 21st Century Schizoid Band. Everyone in the band apart from me (ironically enough) had been in Crimson. I sang and played Robert’s guitar parts. Robert called me after a week or two of rehearsals — I’d never spoken to him before. He asked how rehearsals were going. I told him they had been the most unpleasant couple of weeks I’d ever spent in the music industry. He was very sympathetic, and we’ve kind of been friends since then. I began mixing Thrak with Robert for 5.1 surround sound and he asked me to record with him. That turned into an album called ‘A Scarcity Of Miracles’. And this kind of lead up to the reformation of Crimson in 2013.

PHAWKER: How does one prepare for some of the more unique and extreme musical challenges presented by King Crimson material?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: Practice!!!!!

PHAWKER: Can you describe the rehearsal process of the band in preparation for touring?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: Gavin [Harrison] and I usually create demos of the tracks we plan to add to the set, whether this is classic repertoire or new tunes. This enables the other musicians to learn and rehearse prior to the full band rehearsals. I often spend time with Robert going through parts and KING CRIMSONrearranging. The three drummers rehearse for a week, or as a duo, on their own, too. There’s a great deal of rehearsal in this band.

PHAWKER: What are your favorite aspects of touring with Crimson?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: We all get on. We travel in comfort. We mix up the material night by night. This was a childhood dream made flesh! What’s not to like about that?

PHAWKER: Do you have a most beloved era of King Crimson material?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: Well, I like it all, but I have a particular soft spot for the Lizard/Islands era…

PHAWKER: Are there unique challenges presented by playing in the larger KC band (three drummers, etc)?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: Some of the pieces become like a jigsaw puzzle. You have to concentrate because if anyone makes a mistake you can’t just jump back on the bus. This isn’t 12 bar blues.

PHAWKER: What do you see on the near horizon for King Crimson, beyond this current tour?

JAKKO JAKSZYK: More touring, more writing, more making music in general. It feels like we’ve hit a special spot, so let’s keep going while the vibes and muse exist.

KING CRIMSON PLAY THE MERRIAM THEATER NOVEMBER 2ND & 3RD

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NPR 4 THE DEAF: We Hear It Even When You Can’t

Wednesday, October 25th, 2017

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FRESH AIR: Hurricanes Harvey, Irma and Maria have shown how extreme weather can destroy towns, cities and islands. My guest Jeff Goodell is the author of a new book about what cities around the world face in a future of rising seas and increasingly intense storms. It’s called “The Water Will Come.” Goodell is a contributing editor at Rolling Stone and has covered climate change for 15 years. He’s also written about fossil fuels, including the coal industry and their impact on the environment.

GROSS: So your book opens with a very upsetting description of what Miami might look like by the end of the 21st century. So give it a go for us. Describe what, like – your dystopian fantasy of what Miami will look like as a result of climate change.

GOODELL: Well, I mean, one of the problems with Miami is that it’s very – you know, it’s a very low-lying place. There’s no high ground to run to. And so you know, with only, you know, 5 or 6 feet of sea level rise, which we could certainly see by the end of the century, you know, you’re going to see major parts of the city inundated.

You’re going to see more and more flooding in residential areas. You’re going to see more and more kind of pollution coming out of those flooded areas like we’re seeing in Houston with Harvey – major infrastructure like the airport underwater or not functional, massive losses in real estate investment along the coast, fleeing from low-lying areas inland, which are also going to be flooded out, places like Hialeah and Sweetwater. I think the real thing that you’re going to see that people don’t really think about is just this sort of economic collapse and economic problems that are going to be caused by a plummet in real estate values, which are really important to the Florida economy. MORE

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THE WAR ON DRUGS: Hold On

Wednesday, October 25th, 2017

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THE BOOKS YOU SHOULD READ BEFORE YOU DIE

Tuesday, October 24th, 2017

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BY DANIEL PATRICK WARD When Aldous Huxley composed The Perennial Philosophy, humanity was just beginning to recover from the epic horror show of the Second World War. Across the globe, communities struggled to understand the reality of the tragic events that allowed millions of people to perish at the hands of an evil that was previously unknown to mankind. Amidst all of the conflict and confusion, Huxley produced a masterpiece that could help unite a divided world through something that reaches every corner of the globe: spirituality.

At its core, The Perennial Philosophy is an anthology of ideas. Huxley’s fascination with spirituality led him to study the many different metaphysical ideologies that humans have created worldwide. While they all have many differences, both in ideology and in practice, Huxley recognized a common thread that held human spirituality together. He called this thread the “ground of all being,” or the objective singularity of human existence. The purpose of his anthology is to identify this objective reality using examples pulled from various metaphysical writings and comparing the similar nature of their sentiment.

The book is set up in short chapters, with each one exploring a different component of common spirituality. Prayer, suffering, faith, and free will are a few examples of the different aspects of spiritual thought that he attempts to connect with divine singularity. In each of these short chapters, Huxley uses quotations from varying sources to capture a complete sense of meaning relating to the topic. It seems clear that he was attempting to limit the references to western religion, while focusing more of his attention towards THE PERENNIAL PHILOSOPHYlesser-known sources. He likely understood that, because he was writing in English, the vast majority of his audience would identify as Christian. Many of his readers would be familiar with the Christian Bible and its teachings. This provided Huxley with a brilliant opportunity to unify seemingly different ideologies under common ideas from Eastern sources that many of his readers likely would not be familiar with. This, of course, was the crux of the book. His ultimate goal was to show the world that, while our ideologies vary on the surface, the objective nature of our reality dictates that we are really just one in the same.

This book is not just for people who believe in God. It is not just for people searching for God. Huxley’s spiritual anthology is made for everyone. With effortlessly elegant language, Huxley laid the groundwork for an ideology that anyone could use to make sense of his or her own subjective reality. Many of Huxley’s critics believed he was attempting to create his own religion, but anyone who actually dives into this book understands that this is not the case. Huxley wrote the anthology believing that it could spark an amicable conversation between an atheist and the most adamant believer in divine creation. For me, someone who struggled to find meaning and purpose in religion, it taught me that no matter what religion looks like on the surface, they are all rooted in the same ideas that were created to make society better for everyone. Above all, it taught me that god exists wherever you see it. The Perennial Philosophy is as objective as the message it spreads, and shows that common humanity is the only thing that holds us all together.

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CINEMA: First Peek @ P.T. Anderson’s New Flick

Tuesday, October 24th, 2017

Opens December 25th!

THE GUARDIAN: The first trailer for Phantom Thread, Daniel Day-Lewis’s final film before retirement, has been unveiled. Directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, the film stars the acclaimed actor as Reynolds Woodcock, a renowned dressmaker who enters into a complex relationship with a strong-willed woman (Vicky Krieps) in 1950s post-war London. It’s the second collaboration between Day-Lewis and Anderson, following 2008’s oil-boom drama There Will Be Blood. As with that film, the music for Phantom Thread has been composed by Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood, who also provided the score for Anderson’s films The Master and Inherent Vice. MORE

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