Your tar balls are in my junk shot, By Mark Morford

[madokie]

Here's something I bet you never thought you'd hear coming out of your own luscious mouth in this or any other of your million slippery existential lifetimes, more or less:

"Oh my sweet capitalist god, I wish the top kill had worked after the useless top hat and that botched junk shot, because now the tar balls are rolling in, and the tar patties are collecting into glumpy gloops all over the beaches, and you can see the sheen stretching for 100 miles in all directions, all because the damn blowout preventer jammed and, of course, now they've dumped a million gallons of toxic dispersant on the gushing plume since the relief wells aren't nearly complete. We need more skimmers!"

Quite a mouthload, is it not? All sorts of joyful burden to roll these new and oily words around on your tongue, like candy-coated gunpowder? Like little cubes of raw demon blood? Verily.

It's yet another example of a fascinating little phenomenon: For every disaster and global heartbreak, for every world-altering mindf-- of a toxic event, so evolves new verbiage, new frameworks, new structures of meaning, mouthmoves and tongue lashings, lip gyrations and glottal stops to contain it all. ...


(Full URL: http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2010/06/09/notes060910.DTL&nl=fix)

[madokie]

1. Kick this one time

[malaise]

4. Here's another kick for a great read

and a rec as well

[Blue_Tires]

2. excellent as usual...

[madokie]

3. Thats why I don't feel bad about kicking my own post :-)

Morford is one of the best if not the best writer for enjoyable reading. Bar none. :-)