THK: “My God—it’s like chocolate! In a little bottle! How thoroughly decadent! “Bring me several more. And a mink bib.”
August 18, 2004
“Every decoding is another encoding”—Stanley Fish
…Speaking of which, if Amber Frey were a bed of long-grain wild rice, do you suppose Scott Peterson would’ve slept with her that first night—or would he simply have gobbled her down with a piece of grilled rockfish and a small arugula salad, then gone home to Laci and offered her a footrub? Sturgeon.
August 18, 2004
“Every decoding is another encoding”—Stanley Fish
…Speaking of which, if Amber Frey were a bed of long-grain wild rice, do you suppose Scott Peterson would’ve slept with her that first night—or would he simply have gobbled her down with a piece of grilled rockfish and a small arugula salad, then gone home to Laci and offered her a footrub? Sturgeon.
August 18, 2004
Moqtada al-Sadr Agrees to Deal to End Siege at Shrine
…y’know—just in case Allah did mean “raisins.” Because raisins—while certainly quite delicious—are decidedly not worth a scalpful of 7.62 mm minigun holes.* update: Unless the 7.62 minigun holes like to do the freaky, that is.
August 18, 2004
Overheard inside Imam Ali shrine, Najaf, 2
nervous militant: “It is easy, Halil. Simply force the mini-Satan Iverson to take 10-15 shots from beyond the 3-point arc by collapsing your perimeter defense and doubling up on the big-Satan, Duncan, inside. Then box out carefully. “The American hegemons will surely crumble under the weight of their own selfish materialist decadence—and we would save ourselves the trouble of having to festoon a customized explosive device inside one of Carmelo
August 18, 2004
Endorsements
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August 18, 2004
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-third in a series)
Haiku Michael Moore Ambulance A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what? Just leave it. [Michael Moore will lap it off the floor later — along with those peanut shells, and that dollop of guacamole I spilled during last year’s Superbowl.]
August 18, 2004
Talking back to 80s music, 32
Nope, sorry lady. This train goes to Albuquerque. Dennis DeYoung, “Desert Moon”
August 17, 2004
red pills found behind the sofa cushions, epilogue
That dolphin in the navy blue pea coat I warned you about? Turns out he was just looking for a cup of seawater and a pound of diced squid—which I happily traded to him for a couple of fat joints rolled in dried kelp. Oh. And it was an umbrella he was carrying. But you can hardly blame me for doubting that a dolphin would bother toting around an umbrella.