Looks like we weren’t the only ones having a conference in the upper Midwest.

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
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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HogRock campground. Nice.
But Wisconsin’s camping opportunities are EVEN MORE unique.
JOB
Potter went (see photo) and I know is was a toss-up in his mind between the two. However, the call of the Posse was just too strong.
One word for next year:
Sturgis.
Tried it. Got kicked out because we kicked the shit our of everyone. Earned our wings stomping a Gypsy Joker into the emergency room, f***** should have kept his hands on his own woman. Cops will pull us from the street if we even cross the county line. Made a mess our of the city jail too, had to handcuff us to a bus. We stomped the windows out anyway. I was pretty high on PCP and they had to taser me several times and I sat in my own piss for three days. They threw me granola bars. Quin lawyered up right away, but Potter bit a guard.
Good times.
Korrektiv Supplemental: You Came Here By Mistake
Did I do bad again?
Only insofar as bad is awesome.
Thanks for the grace.
I needed a good laugh, thanks. Now I’m sitting in *my* own piss.
Ah yes, the PCP. Easy money… or so it seemed….
Thanks, Big Jon. It’s funny, but as the years pass, you hardly even remember how you got to be called ‘Angelico’.
…ah well, as long as it was tried.
Next word:
Branson.
Silver Dollar City is a hoot and a half, but the risk isn’t worth it: Lickona has too purty of a mouth.