Saturday:
Sunday:
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Saturday:
Sunday:
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
Cosmos the in Lost
Everything that Rises
Good Country People
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
First 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
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Unpleasant Accents
Catholic Words and Pictures
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Labora / Editions
Tuscany Press
Wiseblood Books
Mr. Bones' Garden
Godspy
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A mullet weekend: Business up front, party in the back.
One must ordinarily deplore vandalism — yet, the barbarians having once defaced a monument, one should take some measure of consolation from seeing a later barbarian visiting the same wanton destruction upon the earlier barbarian’s brute handiwork. So does the goddess Fortune take away and give back with one and the same turn of her untiring wheel. In the vandalism of vandalism, two wrongs make a right.
This is the cheering thought which came to me, gentle reader, upon seeing the bottom-most of the two photographs posted above. Dr. Nut is gone, but lingers in our hearts like a sweet and pleasantly almondine aftertaste. Yet what of the once-proud mural of “Emerson’s” “Ginger” “Julep,” a syrupy and no doubt highly toxic latter-day snake oil that was, as I recollect, aggressively and fraudulently advertised to the feeble-minded as a “delicious” and “refreshing” potable? Dear reader, see how it fades and peels into ignominy beneath the illiterate scrawlings of a newer, yet similarly paint-happy, upstart.
Spin thy wheel, O Fortuna, til injustice turn back on the unjust!
Tremble, O “Emerson,” and take your just desserts at the table of Belshazzar!
ZORRO