Meanwhile, somewhere between Umbert and Alphonse…
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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It’s funny because it’s true. And then it’s just sad. Very, very sad.
In the AU of Korrektivorld, the strip’s author/artist would be one of the mainstay cartoonists of Hobokener Magazine (the AU permutation of New Yorker Magazine because in the Korrektiv AU, the birthplace of Frank Sinatra would become the new kapital of kosmopolitan kulture – if only because it’s another city with a K in it. Although, perhaps it would be Sauk City, Wisconsin too – which has a K and begins with an S. I mean, I’m just typin’…).
JOB
i was thrown off another site, 8 years of my emails were taken so I don’t have some email addresses, and most of the food is inedible. They gas me very hard and then the pasta stinks of something like a wharf.
It doesn’t smell when you eat it but when you’re cooking it, so tonight I couldn’t touch it. And it makes your shit stink too. Potatoes smell bad in a different kind of way. This happened later in the US when they got wise to me perhaps, but it’s generally more savage here, or at least in the area I live in.
The car stalking began in 2012 but it’s only this year that they still respond at 2.27 am. They used to finish at 10 or so. It’s horrific, although I would yet describe it, as I was remembering today a friend said of her own situation, as my own personal holocaust. It’s an extraordinary thing to have put up with.
Anyway, it was a great novel.