Archives for September 2012

Two Years Old


Happy birthday, HoW. How does it feel to be two?

Surveying the Competition

Image guy Greg Wolfe has gone and gotten himself a literary imprint! The kind of thing that publishes books!  Rally, Korrektiv, rally!

(Also, many congratulations and best of success to you, Mr. Wolfe.)

The Denny Party Clears a Hill

Seattle was founded by members of the Denny party, most of whom arrived at Alki Beach on November 13, 1851 and then, in April 1852, relocated to the eastern shore of Elliott Bay. With the filing of the first plats on May 23,1853, the “Town of Seattle” became official. – “Seattle: A Brief History of Its Founding”

That settled it. Our hunger beckoned
We cross the bay once winter ate
Our stores; here, clearing trees, we reckoned
To tip the balance back to what
We had in Illinois, what took us
To Alki Point, and there forsook us.
So timber shivers, cedar shakes
And lumber quivers, falls and stakes
Our claim to land. We mean to bear it
When snow and rising winds combine
To needle sighs from match-stick pine.
For future’s fire (Can man endure it?)
Ignites the morning, tree by tree,
And lights our dawning industry…

Cut and Paste

Over at The Millions J. Greg Phelan explores why Paul Elie is irked.

Let’s review: David Shields extracts Paul Elie’s quote from a larger narrative, changes the words, and purges any reference to the ideas’ original source: Walker Percy. Then Gideon Lewis-Kraus quotes Shields’s misquote of Elie, contradicts his misquote, and characterizes what he wrongly alleges Elie having written as a “shoddy lament.” But no citations; this is art.


As long as I’m quoting Cheever in my epigraphs and dissing The Onion, I suppose I ought to mention this.

Auction Item

The Greatest Cleaning Product on Earth

The Haggards are a formidable family of filmmakers.

There will be an extra point

Top three comments in Johnsonville, immediately after witnessing what Wayne Laravee referred to as “The Travesty”:

1. “Russell Wilson: First quarterback in NFL history to win by throwing an interception.”

2. This is how Obama is going to win in November.

3. I thought Giants fans [i.e. JOB] were out of control!

Then to add insult to injury, because points scored by a team in a game are part of the play off calculus at the other end of the season, as the AP reported it, the Packers had to eat their anger and show the stuff of true sportsmen by having to endure a final humiliation:

The game wasn’t over for another 10 minutes after both teams went to their locker rooms and were summoned back to the field for the extra point. But that was just the cap to one of the most bizarre finishes in recent memory.

ADDED: The NFL came out definitively in favor of the rep refs (i.e. Footlocker employees and Lingerie football rejects):

Simultaneous Catch. If a pass is caught simultaneously by two eligible opponents, and both players retain it, the ball belongs to the passers. It is not a simultaneous catch if a player gains control first and an opponent subsequently gains joint control. If the ball is muffed after simultaneous touching by two such players, all the players of the passing team become eligible to catch the loose ball. (emphasis mine)

For Mel (not THAT Mel).

…instead, the Mel who finds herself craving chicken and waffles when she visits the Korrektiv…

I just finished a tour of San Diego’s offerings in this department. I didn’t get to every joint, but here are four…

Stockdale’s Fine Southern Cuisine (Alabama-style):

Bonnie Jean’s (the sign had fallen over):

Hash House A Go Go:

And of course, Louisiana Famous Fried Chicken…

Come visit!

The Last Coffee

It was our final midday coffee
Before the world had singed our ears –
Then, cupboard doors flew off, and whisky
And tumbler served to douse my fears
With flame – soon shooting horizontal
Across the sky while sacramental
Destruction drapes an ashen pall.
You looked at me – and saw it all
But kept your wits and rose to gather
The full importance: “Smoke, not steam
Is now your business, Rob. The dream
Of Pontius Pilate’s wife would rather
That Rome not face that man, the Jew.
And what’ll Seattle do to you?”

Walker Percy would have liked The Master

Very much about alienation and The Search. Also about angelism/bestialism. Also about screwing and God.

(Review is on page 96.)

New from Korrektiv Press: Surfing with Mel

So there’s this.

And of course, it all started here.


Anybody know why Amazon makes it so that you have to charge at least $2.99 in order to ask for 70% royalties? Surfing with Mel is about to go live at $.99, and according to their pricing policy, my royalty will be $.35 cents per. Now I have to sell 4 million copies just to turn a profit.

Is The Onion done?

This is very, very NSFW and explicitly graphic and blasphemous, which is of course the point, and yet…I am unmoved, except to note that it is indeed on-point and explicitly graphic.

And this?  A pale imitation of this.

I dunno, guys.

[UPDATE: As the comments indicate, that first link may cause depression bordering on spiritual bruising. Really, you’re probably better off sticking with the latter two links, which get the point across in a different way.]

Ja Kool

People may be asking (or maybe they aren’t), Why doesn’t that guy put up more posts? Well, what happened is that I started working on another essay and presentation on the way Walker Percy used the work of so called existential philosophers in his novels, this time Kierkegaard. Naturally, I moved to Copenhagen to do research at the Søren Kierkegaard Research Centre Foundation (FSKC).

And naturally, I drive a bus to support my independent scholarly activities. Yes, I grew a mustache.


Colbert and Dolan take their show to the kids.

Get Behind Me

The Electric Ego or, Penelope on Facebook

For S.E.P. and ἡ θυγάτηρ

The knit that stitches life is death’s
Iconic myth of passing time –
The knelling chime, the easing breaths….

But God bequeaths a weft to rhyme
Each woof his loom can measure out.
Excising doubt, He takes the same

From holy dream to indicate
Each tittled jot. Anonymous
In ignorance, though, men would quote

A public vote for muted loss:
When others miss the moment blessed,
The self, indexed, cannot confess

Its ends are loose – and so, perplexed
And piqued, it plucks a threadbare text.