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H/T: Sis-in-law Elizabeth.
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H/T: Sis-in-law Elizabeth.
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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I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. Thank you. My favorites: assorted chocolates, rimming sugar, bread basket assorted muffins and personal monogrammed steak brander. Go read them all.
What’s fun is that the New Mexico Nurse emailed me this at something like six o’clock this morning. My response to him then: “He gets extra points for using ‘soupcon.'”
Anyone who doesn’t like waffles deserves mistrust.
Me and you go to Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles on me.
Think about it now. That ‘scoe’s special, smothered in gravy and onions, side of red beans and rice, some greens. That’s some good eatin.
Any time of day is a good time for waffles.
Y’all just trollin’.
LOL’d at this: “This is what I want to do, and tell me if I’m going overboard here: I want to brand a cow, kill that cow, cook a steak from its carcass, BRAND the steak, serve the steak at a party so that people know it’s mine even though they already saw me grilling it, and then I want to eat the steak, shit it out, BRAND my shit with some kind of forged iron shit brand, and mail that turd to the cow’s children.”
It’s all about getting your brand out there.
Hysterical.