A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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That’s exactly two more SHIKAs than I would have been inclined to give it.
That’s cuz you drink gin martinis, and have to worry about bruising the gin. JOB’s a vodka man, and likes it so cold that it’s gelatinous – hence the heavy shika action.
I wish you’d stop spreading this slanderous, scandalous rumour that I’m in the Vodka distillers’ back pocket. I mean I am. But I’m also paying all the (im)proper obsequies to the juniper juicers….
As I already told you, with Plymouth Gin, either 1 or more than 2, and with Monopolowa/Luksosowa vodka, 1,2,3,4,5 (where’s the sideways “8” that signifies “infinity” on the keyboard…?)…
JOB
The elipses indicate that the SHIKA’s go on for a while, changing rhythm, introducing counterpoint and eventually ending in a Stravinskian firebird of rhythmic passion.
JOB
Ooh. I overlooked the ellipses. Probably because I was worrying about what you were going to do with that tacky glue on your counter. Is that so you don’t drop the giant glass?
No, the tacky glue was to keep my smile affixed in one place. The photo was taken with what’s called a double reverse-retro-imaging daguerrotype digitial reformatting unit (a DERRIDADARUNT for short). Basically, I needed to stand stock-still for three hours for the photo to come out just…right.
JOB
I think according to scripture as long as your arms were raised the party would continue. How did you keep your arms up for so long?
(BTW, I Love this picture.)
As indeed it did:
My brother held my one arm up and I leaned the other on a yard of beer.
JOB
LOL
The craft glue is to appeal to the mommyblogger demographic.
“We’re gonna need a bigger glass.”
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the… ‘water’.
JOB, did you look for an olive that was to scale with the glass? It would probably take at least half a pimiento.
Angelico,
The apple-sized olive has not yet been developed to perfection by the mad scientismists at the University of Wisconsin-MADison. The version they have come up with after injection fetal stem cells still causes, upon consumption, anal polyps to form between one’s toes, and damned if they can figure out a way around that particularly sticky wicket.
So instead I took a page from the Chaos Theory playbook and multiplied units until they resembled the base unit itself in form.
At any rate, you can see there are three honking queen pim-stuffed olives clustering at the bottom of the glass. The two-gallon glass jar full of such olives, unfortunately not pictured, was commensurate to the economy of scale with which I was working.
JOB
If a breast shaped olive could be developed, do you think there would be a tie-in to Augustin’s Member?
Perhaps a pair of olive-breasts appear in his martini called Buub-el. Olives are the right shape, use your imagination for the pimento. There is a tie in to the word bubble there too since it is floating in a liquid. Sorry Matthew just riffing on your theme.
‘Riffing on’?
Milking, surely.
(And do remember your vitamin D.)
I am not worthy.
A,
I live on a diet of grubs and roots I find in the desert.
M,
You are too worthy. Sometimes brainstorming might put together the crucial mix of ideas to launch you into fortune, and maybe even literary fame.
All smiles, but cross that property line and you’re a dead man.
This is another one where the party takes place in the comments. The photo is but the ice breaker.
Liquor’s
Still quicker
But a pic
Does the trick.
The dollar bill suggests JOB might be about to launch into his Chippendales routine.
Please not ‘the full Ultramonty’.
Sounds like another misguided attempt ‘to appeal to the mommyblogger demographic’.
I don’t know…I follow the mommy blogs and JOB had me at the really really huge martini.
The shaker is full of Culver’s milkshake, yes?
I’m just wondering who is the Demoniac at this conference….
Potter asked JOB, “What is your real name?” “Legion,” he replied, for many martinis had gone into him.
That would be “leeshun, [hiccup!] you Ogeron Watishing Worthnest guy you!”
JOB
This kind ordinarily requires prayer and fasting to keep out, but not to drive out.
Aka Jesus as Evil Spirits Bouncer. Got it.