News We Couldn’t Pass Up

Probably available in Soldier’s Grove, WI.

 

From the Korrektiv Wiskonsin Live Jam Sessions Vault

Daughter Number One does a fairly decent job during her visit to ol’ St. James…

Babbsy O’Brien – St. James Infirmary

 

 

Eating is a morel act.

 

Discuss.

The Danish Doctor of Dread

The NYT takes note: 

“In one journal entry, he wrote, ‘All existence makes me anxious, from the smallest fly to the mysteries of the Incarnation; the whole thing is inexplicable, I most of all; to me all existence is infected, I most of all. My distress is enormous, boundless; no one knows it except God in heaven, and he will not console me….’

Is there any doubt that were he alive today he would be supplied with a refillable prescription for Xanax?”

 

Speaking of The Reader

That scalawag Walter Mencken takes note of some holiday-themed goings-on…

Good Luck

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Blooming at the Graveyard Gates

The Millions is my new favorite website.

Heavy

I’m trying to figure out if my mortality hangs about me like the twenty-pound spare tire hanging about my midsection, or if the twenty-pound spare tire hanging about my midsection hangs about me like my mortality.

Wisconsin man peels back Onion to its obsolescence

 

I don’t understand how reality keeps scooping the boys from Madison (perhaps because they moved to New York?), but this one is especially painful for being in their old back yard…

Occurring right at the end is what could possibly be considered the money quote to end all money quotes:

“I’m not the smartest guy, but this is going to be my journey,” Dan said. “Just a guy learning and growing with fragrances.”

 

And If Thy Right Hand Offend Thee

I recently watched a couple of movies which share an interesting central plot element: namely, the loss of an arm. Both movies are true-life stories involving beautiful, vibrant, healthy young people — a surfer girl in one case and a desert biker/hiker/adventurer in the other. Both movies are pretty good, too. Inspirational, in fact. Highly recommended.

What I’m thinking for a sequel is a merging of the two stories: one-armed girl meets one-armed boy, they fall in love, get married, and have a bunch of one-armed kids. But seriously, get these movies and enjoy them. Great stuff. The surfer-girl movie is good family fare. (My 7-year-old daughter — a budding Flannery O’Connor, perhaps — when asked what part of the movie she liked best, sheepishly admitted, “Well, this sounds weird, but I liked the part where the shark bit her arm off. I didn’t like that she lost her arm, but I liked that part of the movie.”) The desert adventurer movie is geared towards more mature audiences — not for the kids — and lacks the fun element of sharks, but good stuff for sure.

Here are the trailers:

Soul Surfer

. . .

127 Hours

Have fun!

And if your right hand offends you, cut it off! You know the drill.