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DS #60: Flux Capacitor Jokes

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RIP Maurice Sendak

Thanks for helping us be children. (NYT)

Equity for Equity

You know how Mitt Romney made all his money by running a private equity firm? You know how those firms buy struggling companies and make them more efficient, and then sell them off, making a hefty profit in the process?

Well tonight I was listening to a BusinessWeek podcast featuring an interview with a guy who has spent his life doing this stuff. And it hit me: Here’s how I’m going to make my first million dollars.

Private equity firms help improve all sorts of businesses — manufacturing, finance, service-sector, you name it. But what’s the only business that is not constantly subjected to efficiency upgrades and relentless waste-fighting measures?

Private equity firms!

So what I’m gonna do is become a private equity consultant for private equity firms! I’ll go to the board of directors of equity firms and say “I’ll bet your workers aren’t firing people and dismantling companies as efficiently as they could be.” And they can pay me a huge fee to stand over people like Mitt Romney with a stopwatch and lecture him on how to be more efficient.

Ka-ching! This idea is patent pending, by the way. If anyone wants to use it, I am hereby attaching the same stipulations from my “[your product] SUCKS” guerrilla marketing tactic that I came up with eight years ago. ($100K each to ETAN/US and the Alachua County Labor Party.)

I’m gonna be so rich.. I can’t wait. I’m gonna buy me some mink socks and a new iPad and a diamond collar for Tito.

RIP MCA

Just found out that MCA (Adam Yauch, center, eating what appears to be matzo) died today. Apparently he had been fighting cancer for years.

The Beastie Boys changed a number of things about the rap game. They stepped out with Run-DMC back in the day, breaking beats with the 808 on Licensed to Ill and bringing hip-hop out of the shadows.

But they were able to evolve in a way that Run-DMC (let’s be honest) never did. They had been playing instruments since their earliest incarnation as a punk band, but when they picked them up again for Paul’s Boutique, things changed and they reinvented themselves into something for which most fans (myself included) weren’t prepared. 3 Feet High and Rising was one thing, but this took it to strange new places.

I didn’t get back on board until Check Your Head, but that album was everywhere at New College. A wall wasn’t a wall without at least one cut from the Beasties, usually several. And when Ill Communication dropped two years later, MCA became my favorite of the Boys.

All three had shown their chops as musicians and lyricists, of course. (Ad-Rock gave us an unforgettable performance in Roadside Prophets.) But Yauch seemed to have grown up more than the other guys, adopting a deep involvement with Buddhism as evidenced by his track Bodhisattva Vow (sorry, it’s not on YouTube). And then there was the whole lyric about “the disrespectin’ women has got to be through”.

Just as when Jam-Master Jay died, this is likely to signal the end of the group (though I hope Mike D and Ad-Rock will continue to make music). No trio could have hoped to produce a more impressive collection of albums or more excellent videos — hopefully I don’t need to provide links. But here are some anyway.

What Cha Want

Sure Shot

Sabotage

Intergalactic

I’ll be honest: By the time of Hello Nasty I was kinda worn out on the Beastie Boys. They were so incredibly popular that I heard the music all over everywhere, and buying their albums felt redundant. I came back for To The Five Boroughs, thanks mostly to Jesse, who never let it go. (Thanks, J.)

I got Diane a copy of Hot Sauce Committee when it came out, but I’ve never listened to it much. Time to get started.

Rest in peace, MCA. Your bodhi essence enriches us all.

TimeWaster™

The Beastie Boys were cool enough to appear (well, their heads, anyway) on Futurama in 1999.