I do believe the Google Maps car got well lost. Or maybe this is intentional? I have no idea.

Hacker News is a place where people know a great many facts, but know almost nothing about the operations and imperatives of the real world.

It makes for odd reading where one can encounter a list of facts so startlingly at odds with the conclusion that it almost seems to be a bizarre joke. Something like:

1) The sun is made mostly of hydrogen.

2) Hydrogen in the sun fuses into helium.

3) Helium is protons living communally, so helium is an anti-market liberal conspiracy!

Hacker News is a silly place.

It is really quite cool to be living through the golden age of one type of art – and I am referring to that of the TV show.

I’d date the start of the belle epoque of TV being around 1993, with the airing of the The X-Files, and it is continuing even today though I think we’re in the declining period of the golden age. In art, such periods generally last 20-30 years.

And if making a TV show is not art, and if no TV show is art, then neither is any music, nor cinema, nor painting.

The best season of any TV show ever is in my opinion Season 2 of Battlestar Galactica. Unbelievably gripping – and the best portrayal of utter desperation I’ve seen in any artistic medium.

And whatever its flaws, there will never be another show like Lost again. The show was sui generis – it “tricked” millions of people who believe they hate sf and fantasy into watching just that! – and its like will not be seen again.

These shows and others like them so raised the bar that mediocre shows now are better than the best shows that would’ve been aired 30 years ago.

Seeing an artistic medium pushed to its absolute limit is a really fun thing to to live through. It doesn’t happen all that often in human history.

Of course people who hate TV will not believe a word of this, but history will prove them wrong as so often happens.

I wonder how many of the same men who are virulently homophobic and against the idea of gay marriage have happily watched lesbian porn? I bet it’s a very large percentage.

The problem with being born a man is you are associated by women (for understandable reasons) with all the bullshit that other men believe and do.

The problem with being born a woman or a gay man, though, is even worse – you must then directly experience all of the bullshit that all too many men believe and do.

Raw deal either way, really.

Lisa Mitchell performing Dire Straits’ “Romeo and Juliet.”

I think the Dire Straits version is better, but she really makes it her own.

The camera operators and editor, however, should be thrown down a well. Axis shifts? Terrible angles? Jumping all over the place? Stupid vignetting?

I just want to see the woman play the damn song. Just leave the camera in one place for a bit, ok? And the vignetting — always a terrible idea.

Turns out I’m not very good at it. I don’t, to quote someone’s Twitter update on men aging, want to talk about the state of the world and taxes. How damn boring.

I want to keep exploring, keep learning.

I want to rock the mic like a vandal.

I want to listen to new music, walk new paths. Learn new languages. Find new art. Take more photos.

I want to seek out new life and new civilizations.

To boldly go do cool shit all day long.

Being dead will be plenty boring. No reason to act dead before I am dead. Why do that? Why do so many people do that?

For those folks who don’t like rap and hip hop, are you, like, alive?

Those cats have about the best flow I’ve ever heard. Amazing. Anyone who says that’s not art is simply wrong.

And now for something old, a band I used to listen to nearly-obsessively — and the singer most chronically in need of a hug, Hope Sandoval.

If that doesn’t make you bring out the pills, razors and look for a high cliff to jump from, you have a harder heart than I do.

Can’t someone, anyone, just give Hope a hug? Please? I mean, come on.

Mazzy Star is the first band I recall hearing that blended blues, country and goth like that. And I love the small ribbons braided through a bit of her absolute mass of hair.

My then- and still-favorite Mazzy Star song is the one below. I saw the performance below live (on TV) when it aired, way back in 1994.

Hope seemed always not of this world. As haunting as her voice is and as obviously beautiful as she is, even as a young man I never had a crush on her – that’d be like having a crush on the air, or on a half-remembered dream. She seems elemental and at the same time completely removed, someone visiting from a fey land, and soon to return there. She could blow away like the wind, disappear when you turn your back, converge once again with the chthonian realm that lays its eternal true claim on her.

I watched about a dozen covers of “Into Dust” tonight. It’s a simple song. I could probably figure out how to play it on piano in about half an hour if I still played. All of the covers are terrible. Amazing how much that voice of hers matters.

The “happiest” Mazzy Star song.

I’ve never once seen Hope Sandoval smile, or talk to the audience. Not ever. Not that I mind – she still has huge stage presence, and it adds to her mystery. Sometimes mysteries should stay mysteries, as J.J. Abrams knows.

The custom banjo Sarah Jarosz uses sounds unfuckingbelievable.

Know how many hours you have to practice to be able to play like that?