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An Examination of “Nugget” by Cake

One of the best songs of all time.  This song is a commentary wrapped in symbolism and analogy.

/Lyrics/

Heads of state who ride and wrangle    

[ These are the Politicians, Lawyers and Corporations they serve]

Who look at your face for more than one angle      

[Weighting the value of your vote (if you will vote) and against the cost of what they have to represent to get your vote.  2 angles cost/benefit.]

Can cut you from their bloated budgets

[Cut social and education programs aimed at the middle class, working poor, and homeless]

Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets      

[Can do it easily, its will cost them very little politically.]

Now, heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face for more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through chicken mcnuggets


(Shut the fuck) up
Yo, shut the fuck up
(Shut the fuck)
Right, right, learn to buck up
(Shut the fuck)
Right, shut the fuck up, hey, ho
(Shut the fuck)
Now, now learn to buck up

 [The voice of the politicians, corporations and the wealthy saying:  Quit whining about your poverty, your hunger, your need, your alienation, your $8/life, your lack of health insurance.  BUCK UP you could fix it if you wanted to. It's your own fault.  We shouldn't have to help you.  You are lazy.]



Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers

[Analysts, Accountants, MBAs- Servants of the Corporations]


Will eat your children and steal your thunder   

[Will figure out how co-opt more of your effort, time, energy, and also how to keep your children in the same cycle of wage slavery, poverty and debt.]

While heavy torsos that heave and ho

[The heavy lifters of the economy, the people who actually do the work, drive the trucks make the widgets, build the roads]


Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels 

[Crushed by the Analysts, Accounts Lawyers, Corporations.

Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers   

[Nimble on a calculator (Analysts/MBA's Accountants)]
Will eat your children and steal your thunder               

[Again, they plot to keep your children in the same cycle of poverty and steal the creative efforts of your work through non-compete agreements, contracts and patent law.]


While heavy torsos that heave and ho
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

(Shut the fuck) up
Yo, shut the fuck up
(Shut the fuck)
Right now learn to buck up
(Shut the fuck)
Right, shut the fuck up yeah, ho! Yow!
(Shut the fuck) Yow! Yow! Yow!
Learn to buck up

Now, simple feet that flicker like fire                           
And burn like candles in smokey fires 

[INDIVIDUALS trapped, burning like candles, separate from others that share their fate.]



Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets        

[The thought of individuals suffering, troubles the commentator more the threat of global catastrophe.]

Now, clever feet that flicker like fire               

[Its clever, intelligent, talented people in this trap, not just lazy]
         
And burn like candles in smokey fires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets 

Sick

My daughter arrived this morning @ 8:32:04 AM by 8:32:26 there was puddle of vomit on the floor.   No fever. Just can't hold any food down.  It squeezes my heart to see my little bot not well.  The weird part is that little bit of me is a happy about it because she will probabally be willing to sleep on my chest on couch, which she hasn't done in a long time.  Fatherhood.... is 

www.fuzz.com

Once again, my personal Music Collection and Taste Manager, Annamarie** (she is so expensive!) turned me on something spectacular:
www.fuzz.com

Its pretty much the most ass kicking music site there is. Frankly if you don't subscribe to her blog you're missing out and if she is not on your friends list you are not anywhere near as cool as ME.


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**Nicole- You should hire her you need an update. Erasure IS a guilty pleasure... you obviously haven't your guilty.pleasures.dat file since 2003

Cooking, I forsake thee!

Ok... just free you mind a bit.  Put your torches and pitchforks away. Some of you: prepare to be offended.

I think I've decided to stop cooking almost entirely.  Aside from the very basic basics, oatmeal for breakfast, sandwich stuff, mebby a box of salad, quesadilla stuff... I'm DONE buying groceries and cooking.

I've always felt bad that I don't cook more at home.  I've believe that economically it makes the most sense and like I should be able to cook better food at home for me and my bot.  I've decided this is untrue.

Buying groceries from a big ass chain store ie: Fred Meyer or WinCo probabally doesn't do anything but perpetuate the current model of food production/distribution.  A model which is COMPLETELY INCAPABLE of providing ME, a perfectly good "consumer", of decent peaches at ANY time of year, which is all I every really want anyway.  Also, I thow away probably %40 of the groceries I buy as they go bad before I cook them.  So screw it!  I'm DONE!!

The way I see it Asian Grill for steak and rice, Siam Café for red curry, Howies for big greasy bacon burgers, and Muchas Gracias for fish tacos is about enough for me to live on and pry about as fresh as whatever I'd buy from giant.box.grocery.store.com.  I'm just going to pretend to be socialist and these establishments have been ordained by the holy government to provide good nutritious food to "THE PEOPLE" in exchange for a few food vouchers.  Read: CASH. So aside from some guy food* and the occasional night that I can con my ex GF into cooking for me, my kitchen will be largely abandon.  Anyone want to rent it?

*Guy food:  Most breakfast food is guy food.  All food cooked outdoors on some type of fire is guy food providing it contains red meat.  Consult me for additions or subtractions to this definition.