Expat left the South
to live in Texas which is
its own kind of south.
Birthday Haiku
September 13, 2011 by at 11:59 pm
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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But an inferior one.
Texans are the Yankees of the South.
Them’s fighting words. I cannot comment further at this time.
I do, however, greatly appreciate my haiku. I look forward to hearing it read by K-Garrison.
The baseball team?
Not sure about the team, but I have definitely heard of the game. Isn’t it the Japanese version of cricket?
Oh! I just clicked the links! So fabulous! This is the ultimate Texas song, though.
Happy B. Day S.E.!!!
I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of my birthday, but thank you.
Is there still cake?
I made cake pops, actually, with some stale jujubes from Target for hats. Someone may have broken a tooth.
Mommyblogger.
Happy birthday.