Friday links! I can’t breathe edition

Four NYPD officers kill Eric Garner on video.

Four NYPD officers kill Eric Garner on video.

The picture above shows Officer Daniel Pantaleo applying a rear naked choke to Staten Island man Eric Garner in the moments before Garner’s death. The NYPD forbids choke holds, because they can kill people when applied improperly. In the picture above, Pantaleo fails to get his elbow below Garner’s chin; instead of applying pressure to the carotid arteries, cutting off the blood supply to Garner’s brain, he presses against Garner’s throat, potentially damaging his trachea. But an autopsy found no injury to Garner’s windpipe. He died of cardiac arrest, which just happened to result from four officers using explicitly prohibited force to arrest him for selling loose cigarettes. As you have certainly heard by now, none of those officers will be charged. A grand jury declined to indict Pantaleo, who testified that he was merely trying to wrestle Garner to the ground. Today is Friday, and the police are above the law. Won’t you stagger beneath it with me?

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Friday links! Critical theory vs. everything edition

Jacques Derrida, who is always like, "Why aren't you reading a book?"

Jacques Derrida, who is always like, “Why aren’t you reading a book?”

Welcome to another privileged discourse from the “author” of Combat! blog, where I exploit my socioeconomic advantage as a website owner to perform the act of “free” speech. As a cis white male, I hope you’ll find my opinions reflective of larger power structures. Obviously, writing them down and publishing them on the internet is indefensible. Any Marxist, post-colonialist, or even close reading troubles the notion of auhtor(ial)ity, until the very act of producing a work for public consumption becomes an immoral expression of solipsism. Today is Friday, and critical theory condemns that. Won’t you seize the high ground with me?

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Friday links! The kids are all terrifying edition

Young conservatives protest the nomination of Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court in 2012.

Young conservatives protest the nomination of Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court in 2012.

Is there any person more alarming than a college Republican? I understand 30 year-old home-buyers and child-rearers voting for whomever might give them a tax cut. I can even empathize with the Boomers’ urge to return America to the dimly remembered conditions of their childhoods. But what kind of 20 year-old is nostalgic for good old days he never experienced? Whose youthful idealism leads him to march for fewer restrictions on business and a return to traditional values? Today is Friday, and the kids have turned from their natural interest in drugs and butt stuff to embrace conservative politics. Won’t you marvel at this wasted youth these unwasted youths with me?

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Friday links! Portrait of the artist as kind of a douche edition

Norman Mailer and Joyce Carol Oates at the 1987 PEN dinner in New York City

Norman Mailer and Joyce Carol Oates at the 1987 PEN dinner in New York City

The phrase “young artist” is probably a contradiction in terms. An artist is defined by what he or she makes, and young ones have by definition not had much time to make stuff. Interestingly, the per capita number of self-identified artists in any population goes way up as the population gets younger. Most people decide they are artists first, and then they make some art. Today is Friday, and artistry—if not artistic achievement—is mostly a state of mind. Won’t you romanticize your dysfunction with me?

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Friday links! Unmitigated pride edition

New York Times illustrator Tom Gauld's illustration for my essay that is totally in the New York Times

New York Times illustrator Tom Gauld’s illustration for my essay that is totally in the New York Times

I know we link to The New York Times a little too often around here, but today it’s completely justified. I wrote this essay for the Riff section of the Sunday magazine, and somehow they published it and paid me for it and everything. Mad, unrestrained props to Riff editor and Combat! reader Willy for making virtually every step of this process happen. Regulars will recognize the theme from previous posts, which makes it all the sweeter. I’ve been kicking around this idea for months, and finally I feel like I’ve articulated it properly. Today is Friday, and you won’t hear me say it often, but I am proud. Won’t you drift through a miasma of serotonin with me?

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