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May 2004

Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story

Chapter 9: One Well-Informed Fish Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.      “What an obnoxious fish,” Liz said.      “Yeah,” I sighed, “but you really can’t blame him. After all, he read the newspapers.”      “Well,” she said, brushing a few crumbs off her lap, “in that case then, good for him.” **** Chapter 10

Accoutrements

…I think I’ll get me a pair of those wire-framed shooting glasses, the kind with the yellow lenses that Hunter S. Thompson made famous in the early 70s. And a poncho. I think I’ll get a poncho, too. And while I’m at it, I think I’ll start using the phrase “that’s really freaky, man,” as often as possible. Which should be cool. And also really freaky, man. So. All in

Words that just sound funny, #9:  “penile”*

eg. “Is that your penile implant?” “Yes, that penile implant belongs to me.”* *not intended as an endorsement for penile implantation

Words that just sound funny, #9:  “penile"*

eg. “Is that your penile implant?” “Yes, that penile implant belongs to me.”* *not intended as an endorsement for penile implantation

Friday Filosophizing

This post at Obsidian Wings reminded me of a similar story I came across while studying Civil War-era oral histories (mostly slave narratives) a few years back. One of the more enigmatic figures of the 19th-century American south was “Uncle” Boja Willy (William B. Freeman, 1797?? – 1901) — a freed slave who some New Historicists have argued prefigured, in his ad hoc and peripatetic teachings, many of the semiotic

Scenes from my driveway, continued, continued, continued

Deadbeat neighbor: “Wow. That Kerry guy really is an asshole, isn’t he?” Me: “Told you so.” Deadbeat neighbor: “That you did… Anyway, much nicer outside today. I’m thinking maybe I’ll grill tonight.” Me: “Just try not to burn the ribs this time. It drives my dogs crazy.”

Goes together like spaghetti and birch beer*

…Oh good lord. Above: Prince Charles and Jay-Z share a laugh over the nature of transatlantic “jiggyness.” *Or “Fish and Crips,” you decide. **** via Karol

Sentences I wish I’d Written / Uttered, 2

1. “Air America’s Randi Rhodes’ calling for President Bush to be shot: If you make a death threat on a radio network no one listens to, does it make a sound?” — Glenn Reynolds, from “Things I’m not writing about, but that people keep asking about,” Instapundit.com 2. “You breath smells of ambrosia, nectar of the Gods…” — some guy at a hotel bar in Reno, NV, in a rather

Sentences I wish I’d Written / Uttered, 2

1. “Air America’s Randi Rhodes’ calling for President Bush to be shot: If you make a death threat on a radio network no one listens to, does it make a sound?” — Glenn Reynolds, from “Things I’m not writing about, but that people keep asking about,” Instapundit.com 2. “You breath smells of ambrosia, nectar of the Gods…” — some guy at a hotel bar in Reno, NV, in a rather

Top 10 Lynndie England Excuses and/or Dinosaurs

10.  Pachycephalosaurus 9.  “I thought those were corn dogs. And I love corn dogs.” 8.   “Wait, you said ‘secure and detain’? Because it sounded like you said ‘put together a circle jerk, film it, then burn it onto a DVD.’” 7.   Carcharodontosaurus 6.   “Oh, I see: it’s okay to liberate Iraqis, but try liberating a few American nipples and all of sudden you’ve committed a crime…?” 5.   “I thought those were salamis. And I love salamis.”