If anyone is still reading this trainwreck, please note that I’ll be posting very lightly over the next couple of days. Tomorrow morning I travel south for a court date arising from my unfortunate run-ins with a certain former “you-knee-verse-it-tee” teacher (or, if you prefer, “non-tenured pee-ache-dee!”), so today I have to pore over old screen shots and the like. I’ll be gone the entire day tomorrow.\n<\/p>\n
\nSo, if some of you with access wish to take up the slack, please feel free. Otherwise, we can simply regard the blank space with ironic detachment—which, now that I think about it, might not be such a bad plan.\n<\/p>\n
\nIf I can figure out a way to frame it and get it into a Soho gallery, I can probably make a mint. I’ll call it “Totalitarianism’s Lament”—you know, play to those wealthy postmodern art aficionados who like to rake their eyes over urine-dunked crucifixes and dung paintings while simultaneously decrying the fascism of a Christian Conservative Nation that keeps them, well, decrying fascism<\/i> in wine-drenched chat circles at Soho galleries (where, not coincidentally, my piece should bring in a boatload of hipster ka-ching!).\n<\/p>\n
\nOf course, I’d have to change my name. But it might be kinda cool going around calling myself “Trout Fishing in America, Shorty.”\n<\/p>\n
\nJust spitballing here, though.\n<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If anyone is still reading this trainwreck, please note that I’ll be posting very lightly over the next couple of days. Tomorrow morning I travel south for a court date arising from my unfortunate run-ins with a certain former “you-knee-verse-it-tee” teacher (or, if you prefer, “non-tenured pee-ache-dee!”), so today I have to pore over old screen shots and the like. I’ll be gone the entire day tomorrow. So, if some<\/p>\n