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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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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