- My avatar's arch-nemesis born 93 years ago today.
- Required Egoslavian mention of the black & white to color television toggle when I was elementary school age and it's foundational impact on my worldview and melancholy.
- Why pretentiousness matters.
- Who owns the world?
- What is money?
- Disaster capitalism's coming use of the lead pipe crisis.
- Clinton and Goldman: why it matters.
- Barbarians at the gate.
- Clinton is a despicable turd.
- I'd seen the above, but my Hillaryite Colleague emailed it to me last night with the comment, "I'm beginning to see your point re: never vote for her." He didn't say he wouldn't vote for her, but give Clinton time: six more months of campaigning she despises for a job she believes her inherent right will drive some of even the most devout Hillaryites to apostasies of abstinence.
- The mental disease of late neoliberalism.
- The white nationalist from Poolesville.
- Crisis in Natland! Lordy, I wish Charlie & Dave did the Bucs pxp.
- Beckett - for those of you who do - born 110 years ago today.
- Brian Eno's favorite albums.
- Lowell George born 71 years ago today.
IN A WORD, A WORLD
I love the nouns of a time in a place, where a sack once was a poke and native skag was junk glass not junk and junk was just junk not smack and smack entailed eating with your mouth open, and an Egyptian one-eye was an egg, sunny-side up, and a nation sack was a flannel amulet, worn only by women, to be touched only by women, especially around Memphis. Red sacks for love an green for money. Of course the qualifying adjective nation does exercise an otherwise uneventful noun.