defendneworleans:
Emerging reports are raising the question of just how much of the Gulf of Mexico oil spill journalists are able to document.
When CBS tried to film a beach with heavy oil on the shore in South Pass, Louisiana, a boat of BP contractors, and two Coast Guard officers, told them to turn around, or be arrested.
“This is BP’s rules, it’s not ours,” someone aboard the boat said. Coast Guard officials told CBS that they’re looking into it.
As the Coast Guard is a branch of the Armed Forces, it brings into question how closely the government and BP are working together to keep details of the disaster in the dark.
Furthermore, this may not be the sole incident of its kind. According to Mother Nature Network’s Karl Burkhart, his contacts in Louisiana have given him unconfirmed reports of equipment being turned away or confiscated.
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Somewhere in Beaconsfield, GK Chesterton is giggling in his grave. [“Cat Among the Radicals” — Sydney Morning Herald]
“The cultural grease drippings of the 1960s will no longer be applicable in the twenty-first century. But class politics will. Anti-industrialism will. Redneck rural individualism, once thought to be a sure sign of mental retardation, will seem wise in the face of seething overpopulation. There are a lot of first-class philosophers hiding in the hills, too smart ever to come down into the city. Exit the white liberal. Enter the redneck. The avant-garde is the Old Guard. The East Village is a dead zone. San Francisco is a bombed-out crater. The Left Bank has slipped into the river. Bohemia is scorched earth. But the hills are still standing.
Up, up, ye mighty trailer park. The hills are alive with the sound of muskets. A stink rises from America like steamin’ horse manure wafting through the cornfields. Can you smell it, my friend? A rebel yell echoes from the hills and into the greenish glens. Can you hear it, my friend? The shit’s gonna rise one day. The trash is only starting to strike back.
The fog lifts. The sun burns through the clouds. The necks slowly sizzle to red.” -Jim Goad, 1997
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claytoncubitt:
“JSG Boggs is an artist who refuses to sell his art. Instead, he buys things with it. Since 1984, Boggs has made art that resembles currency. He doesn’t try to pass it off as actual bills, but instead tries to convince the “seller” of the piece’s intrinsic worth. Due to the apparent similarities between official currency and Boggs’ own creations, the Secret Service often seizes his work. There have been several trials brought against Boggs, but so far he has not been convicted of counterfeiting.” -PBS profile and interview
“He spends his “Boggs notes” only for their face value. If he draws a $100 bill, he exchanges it for $100 worth of goods. He then sells any change he gets, the receipt, and sometimes the goods he purchased as his “artwork.” If an art collector wants a Boggs note, he must track it down himself. Boggs will tell a collector where he spent the note, but he does not sell them directly.” -Wiki: JSG Boggs
See also: ‘Boggs: A Comedy of Values’ by Lawrence Weschler
And lastly: Selected Moments in the History of Economic Art
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