The Deepwater Horizon disaster is not just an industrial accident – it is a violent wound inflicted on the Earth itself. In this special report from the Gulf coast, a leading author and activist shows how it lays bare the hubris at the heart of capitalism
‘Obama cannot order pelicans not to die (no matter whose ass he kicks). And no amount of money – not BP’s $20bn, not $100bn – can replace a culture that’s lost its roots.’ Photograph: Lee Celano/Reuters
Why doe it seem like it’s always Joe Lieberman who thinks of these great ideas? From the Sydney Morning Herald:
US President Barack Obama would be granted powers to seize control of and even shut down the internet under a new bill that describes the global internet as a US “national asset.”
The proposed legislation, introduced into the US Senate by independent senator Joe Lieberman, who is chairman of the US Homeland Security committee, seeks to grant the President broad emergency powers over the internet in times of national emergency.
Titled “Protecting Cyberspace as a National Asset Act,” the bill stipulates any internet firms and providers must “immediately comply with any emergency measure or action developed” by a new section of the US Department of Homeland Security, dubbed the “National Centre for Cybersecurity and Communications.”
Lobby group TechAmerica told ZDNet it worried that the bill would give the US “absolute power” over the internet and create “unintended consequences.”
Tilda Swinton is a brainy actress who swings easily from passion indie projects (The Deep End, Julia and the upcoming I Am Love) to studio fare, from arch-villains to objects of desire, and from mother in the Scottish highlands to glamourous globe-trotting movie star. She won an Oscar as George Clooney’s nemesis in Michael Clayton, made love to Clooney in Burn After Reading and Brad Pitt in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and keeps turning up in Narnia as ice queen Jadis. (After her cameo in The Limits of Control, she’s committed to star in Jim Jarmusch’s next, whatever that turns out to be.) She’s as beautiful without makeup as she is with it. The next passion project she is developing is in collaboration with this year’s Cannes Palme d’Or winner Apichatpong Weerasethakul. They’ve known each other for years. (UPDATE: He talks about her at Cannes.)
In our three-part flip-cam interview, Swinton talks about her long-in-the-works Italian film I Am Love (a trailer is below), which opens limited this Friday. (Erica Abeel writes a rave.) She’s extraordinary as an Italian aristocrat who thinks she knows who she is but falls off a cliff when she falls in love with a young friend of her son. Sensual and erotic, the film is an art house hit in England and Spain (less so in Italy). Next up: the July 23 reissue of Swinton’s breakout role as the androgynous lead in Sally Potter’s movie of Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, which I first saw at the Sundance Film Festival in 1992. (The film earned two Oscar nominations, for Sandy Powell’s costumes and best art direction by Ben Van Os and Jan Roelfs.)
Also fascinating to many of us is Swinton’s love life, which is less exotic than it appears: John Byrne, the father of her children, is not her husband and remains married, technically, to a Catholic. Swinton and Byrne broke up six years ago, after fifteen years together, and stayed friendly and for a time under the same roof for the sake of their twins; he now lives in a house nearby. While her boyfriend, painter Sandro Kopp, has occasionally stayed with her in Nairn, for the most part they travel together, and she spends time with her kids when she’s in Scotland. Every three weeks she’s home or the kids come to see her, is the rule.
When she’s not acting or producing or mothering, she has long enjoyed film festivals and performance art and has combined them playfully (in league with film historian Mark Cousins) in a series of events, from the 2008 and 2009 Cinema of Dreams to the upcoming Edinburgh Film Festival’s Flash Mob. As you can see from this interview, Swinton is both serious and great fun.
Tony Grieger takes the photographic alphabet a step further with some abstraction. The full alphabet was first published in Menschenalphabete (Human Alphabets) by Fritz Franz Vogel. Here's Q:
The French painter Joseph Apoux created an alphabet in the 1880s of decorated capital letters that manages to offend both the general sense of decency and commit blasphemy at the same time. Here, in the C, a nun gives a blow job to a hooded, elderly monk holding a whip.
Peter Flötner's all-caps human alphabet of 1534 is the earliest example, with its classically nude figures (he later added briefs). There are only a few interactions, such as in the A, where two women kiss while holding each other's arms, or the H, which is a man and woman holding hands.
In this dedicational drawing, Salvador Dalí writes the names of two friends, Paul Eluard and his wife (and Dali's mistress), Gala, using explicit poses.
Wayne - they are booing because you are an overpaid pompous, useless fugn wanker and the result was 0-0 against ALGERIA! Algeria should have won the game...
its about time all these idiots who repeatedly say that the premiership is the best league in the world and therefore assume that english players are any good have a look at how many non english players play in that league... and its those non english players who have the basic requirements such as touch technique balance vision awareness control skill etc who make the english players clodhoppery look any good....for as long as i can remember the english game has been run by coaches from school age upwards who regard strength and stamina as more of a requirement than anything else.... you cant coach vision, or to know how to balance to put yourself in position to weight a pass or control a ball etc, you can teach a basic level of ball control but thats it.... and thats the answer why english players can run their friggin arses off but cant friggin pass a ball or with the very odd exception - sheringham - read a game and know when to pass, when to attack space, where to pass etc....
ok rant over..... go watch a group of european kids play football in the park and then go watch english kids... youll see the vast gulf between them..... scary