Glenn Frazier has the skinny on those so-called anti-American protests in Iran, including observations from Persian bloggers reporting out of Tehran. Manufacturing consent, indeed.
July 21, 2002
The Morning After (or, “Ode on a half-dozen Baja Gorditas
So here’s the deal: I finished off the better part of a bottle of Maker’ Mark fine Kentucky bourbon last night. By myself (and with the aid of a six-pack of club soda). You want answers from me? Wait until tomorrow, when I’ve shaken the corn out of my head. (Of course, you’re more than welcome to join me for lunch. I’ll be the guy at Taco Bell with the
Stuck in the middle with you
Here’s a snippet of conversation from last night’s combination barbecue, birthday party for a poet friend of mine: Birthday Boy: “…So let me ask you this… Say I was pronounced quote unquote dead, right? If I were to opt for cryonic preservation, a performative act suggesting that I don’t accept the dominant contemporary narrative defining death, but rather that I’m willing to flash-freeze myself to await the next scientific paradigm
