Trying to do something involving tools, in meatspace.  It seems that a part of his corporeal being called an “ankle” was involved.  Silly man. Please go over there and wish him a speedy recovery, or good drugs, or tell him to suck it up, or whatever.

Meet Dante. Not the best looking man in the world, but certainly better-looking than he has often been depicted in famous paintings. Scientists believe this face is the closest match to the poet’s skull found in his tomb. And for Dante scholars it has thrown up a few surprises. They always imagined him to have a long aquiline nose. But the team from the University of Bologna, who remodelled this

Academics ought to be getting used to this by now.  If you attempt to go to the original PDF, posted by the Department of African and African American Studies, you’ll find this: Home › Error 404 – “Unable to Process Request” We apologize for the inconvenience. Due to recent restructuring, we are unable to locate the requested page.We have been moving things around on our Web site, and the page

Once in high school, in the late 70’s, when I was a senior, I took advantage of the prevailing cultural disposition to sign myself out of classes one day on the excuse that I was going to a Joyce conference at Marquette, and instead road-tripped to Madison with a number of friends on that beautiful spring day, to munch on deep-dish pizza and to . . . enjoy ourselves.  The

“Wow.  I never thought I’d be in a position one day to talk rhetorical strategy with the Billy Jack—a man who, for my entire generation of politically active youth weary of the toll taken on our country’s moral credibility in the wake of an ill-advised Asian war, spoke Truth to Power by way of both his personal philosophy, heavily influenced by an organic and beautiful Native American mysticism, and, when

“Crawl on me, sink into me, die for me,…” Hmm.  Okay. “Blood on her skin, dripping with sin, do it again,…” Well, that’s different.  And oddly appealing. I’m going straight to hell. Answer ghosted here->“Living Dead Girl,” Robb Zombie

…and here you thought I was gone.  Silly boys and their toys!  Saddle up and let’s get rocking.  Don’t mind the tutu.  Just cause it’s pink doesn’t mean a thing.  If anything, it’s more manly than anything I’ve got on right now. Right.  Before the almighty Goldstein returns I figured I might start this conversation.  I don’t see it covered here yet and if I repeat something…I apologize for nothing. 

Via eakawie comes news that Robert Anton Wilson, renowned cult author, has, as his site puts it, defied “Medical Experts and [left] his body @4:50 AM on binary date 01/11.” He was 74. Wilson was a true original, and I suspect his work will live on so long as our imaginations can be fueled by conspiracies, otherworldly sexcapades, and living non-sequiturs willed into flesh by the sheer force of oddly

Jeff alluded to the latest on “Capt. Jamil Hussein” in an update to Pablo’s last post, but it is worth explicitly noting Curt’s latest update at Flopping Aces also. Apparently CPATT rep Bill Costlow has confirmed that Jamil does not have Hussein in his name, and he has also confirmed that the MoI spokesperson DID speak to the AP and confirmed that he was their source. Curt then links to

It’s looking like Monday.  Finally.  And yes, I expect pie.  Something with fruit, too.  Because custard says, “meh, whatever”—and after being jettisoned by the wingnut in-crowd, I simply can’t handle that kind of pudding-like rejection right now.