apocalypse category archives
me & the brujo in twenty years?
Friday 14 November 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Just imagine, you know, more cacti and maybe less flannel. ETA: And why I should have to even say this, in the era of Web 2.0, I don’t know; but you have to click on the picture and read the NYT story, maybe, for it to make as much sense as it could. Which the [...]
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anodyne
Friday 14 November 2008 | I like a cookie
The extra-new New Yorker cover, self-evidently designed to serve as homeopathic to the Spiegelman 9.11 cover; as numinous and tear-startling a piece of commercial visual rhetoric as has existed so far in this century:
why did I stop drinking again? why?!
Tuesday 4 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Because the Brujo may be sober, but he’s asleep; and I’m sitting in here staring unblinkingly at, of all things, an AOL map, and gnawing off my own face. DAMN it’s gonna be a LONG night.
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world ends; details at ten
Thursday 30 October 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Former neocon Frank Fukuyama endorses Sen. Obama. I wonder if the Republican (who lives in Houston) is getting drunk RIGHT NOW?
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memo to the red states (via the dbt)
Thursday 30 October 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Dear Red States: If you manage to steal this election, too, we’ve decided we’re leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we’re taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren’t aware, that includes California, Hawai’i, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast. We believe this split will [...]
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perspective
Monday 20 October 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
COUNTRY At the very corner of this old map is a country I long for. It is the country of apples, hills, lazy rivers, sour wine, and love. Unfortunately a huge spider has spun its web over it, and with sticky saliva has closed the toll gates of dreams. It is always like that: an [...]
well it’s about freakin’ time
Monday 20 October 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
I’m also troubled by, not what Senator McCain says, but what members of the party say, and it is permitted to be said. Such things as ‘Well you know that Mr. Obama is a Muslim.’ Well the correct answer is ‘He is not a Muslim, he’s a Christian, he’s always been a Christian.’ But the [...]
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as close to an endorsement as you’ll ever get from your narrator
Monday 6 October 2008 | 9 cookies in the jar
“The Choice.” Brings freaking tears to my eyes, dude. He’s an indifferent campaigner, which I’m perverse enough to think speaks well of his intelligence. He’s trying to quit smoking. And he’s ahead. So can we just go ahead and get this done? Can we please, just for once, in our short excessively privileged white-ass lives, [...]
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one month until more of the same
Saturday 4 October 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
A fearless prediction: My beautiful election enters its dark phase. The Obama campaign has been one of real dignity and cool, and in this it reflected its candidate. It won’t be good to see this end. It will be sad, actually. A final thought. Do you ever have the passing thought that the presidential election [...]
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friday refrains · verbal mobius strip / caribou barbie / bible spice
Friday 3 October 2008 | someone left a cookie
“First Visit to New York City” Every American student needs To come through this area so that, Especially this younger generation of Americans is, To be in a position of never forgetting What happened here And never repeating, Never allowing a repeat Of what happened here. I wish every American Would come through here. I [...]
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