Therapy Pool
July 28, 2012 by at 10:23 am
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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Looks like the beer, wine, prescription-drug, sword, knife, and archery lobbies have been busy in Washington State.
Thanks Jonathan.
Check the therapist out in this scene:
That sign was obviously put up before the ban on plastic bags went into effect.
Hoisted on their own petard.
What bothers me about the sign is the doubling up of firearms and explosives. Why doesn’t explosives get its own line? I do love the martini glass complete with olives.
I don’t understand the concept of “therapy” that involves no booze, no drugs, and no ka-boomy things.
Oh, THAT kind of pool. I was going to go all-in.
Know when ta fold ’em, Expat. Know when ta fold ’em.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
The sad-sack guy from Kenny Rogers’ ‘Ruby’ and the lovelorn girl from Dolly Parton’s ‘Jolene’ should get together. They just might be good for each other.
There’s also that game with the fifteen numbered balls.