That's Sarah, our oldest cat, once a wonder cat, who after four years of extraordinary sulking by extraordinarily petulant cat standards because of guess who and her idiot idolator has decided to fight for attention by almost wonder catting again - and talking, even now and then singing again - and wonderful. Not her last appearance.
- Global cannibalism.
- Undoing a century of reforms.
- Sermon to the sharks.
- The geography of injustice.
- Distant sound of churning. (h/t)
- Flag Day.
- Shithead and tyrant and inept asshole.
- Police state.
- Kafka's America.
- Don't know much about history.
- Mission accomplished.
- Matter of time.
- I ruined the economy and all I got were tax cuts.
- Ooga Booga.
- No, fuck you.
- Weenie roast.
- Feminism 101.
- On the above, and more.
- Frank passes on Weiner.
- Do we need to describe neighborhoods negatively?
- Big news in Kensington!
- If Obama wants to do something useful, he should ban Kasper Payne from traveling to Latin and South America.
- King Blame.
- Lots of Gravity's Rainbow quotes (plus other stuff!)!
- 100 greatest non-fiction books?
- The Clash in Manchester, 1977.
- This week's new releases, full album streams.
- Harry Nilsson was born 70 years ago today.
- Woke up with this in my head. Be in yours.
CATASTROPHE THEORY III
Mary Jo Bang
Now we sit and play with a tiny toy elephant that travels a taut string. Now we are used and use in turn each other. Our hats unravel and that in itself is tragic. To be lost. To have lost. Verbs like veritable engines pulling the train of thought forward. The hat is over- turned and out comes a rabbit. Out comes a man with a monocle. Out comes a Kaiser. Yikes, it's history, that ceiling comprised of recessed squares, each leg a lifeline, each lie a wife's leg. A pulled velvet cord rings a bell and everyone comes running to watch while a year plummets into the countdown of an open mouth. A loop of razor wire closes around the circumference of a shaken globe of snow. Yellowed newsprint with its watery text, a latticework of shadow thrown onto the clear screen of the prison wall. From a mere idea comes the twine that gives totality its name. What is a theory but a tentacle reaching for a wafer of reason. The inevitable gap tragic. Sure, tragic.