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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Late night drinking when JOB’s not around.
Nice.
JOB
It wasn’t my fault! Smokee sent the Wife a text!
Uh huh.
Funny – I almost believe you.
Knowing that Smokee remains the only true late night drinking pal I have left in this cold and lonely world, I could see how you might use her as an excuse…
JOB
I’m gonna have to back Matthew up on this one. I jokingly sent Deirdre a text ’round midnight last night telling her to drag herself and Matthew to my house for some Blanton’s. They were at my door within five minutes.
Blanton’s! We have the horseys for all but the “T” at this point, I think.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s adorable. Horseys! And thank you, Smokee, for speaking up on my behalf. I imagine there was some delight in the novelty of being able to do so without prevarication.
Horseys:
https://www.blantonsbourbon.com/stopper#
Oh, good grief. Looks like I’ve got a busy weekend ahead of me.
Let’s make it our focus for New Orleans this year.
I’ve got your back, Lickona. And I never knew there were different horseys!I need to get busy collecting.
It appears you can actually buy the collection from the site without doing the grunt work of drinking the Blanton’s, but why would one do such a thing?
“Knowing that Smokee remains the only true late night drinking pal I have left in this cold and lonely world…”
Considering all the times we’ve outlasted the rest of the crowd and nearly made it to breakfast, and without any effort, your words cut deep, JOB.
You know, I thought of you as soon as he mentioned that – you and JOB are the two people I have fallen asleep on most often, I think.
And you never wondered why there was French’s yellow mustard in your pockets the following morning…?
JOB
I should have qualified “cold and lonely world” as merely dog whistle for “California.”
“But you know what really hurt – OK, that other thing really hurt, but you know what also really hurt?”
Ha ha!
JOB
Is that an ice cube?
No, Potter, that is a glass skull, half-filled with bourbon.
Oh.
It’s a crystal skull, like in the fourth Indiana Jones movie.
Lickona’s portraying Shia LaBeouf after drinking from a false grail.
He chose… poorly.