It’s called a Kentucky Buck (a mule variation) and it’s coming to a San Diego cocktail review near you!
It’s called a Kentucky Buck (a mule variation) and it’s coming to a San Diego cocktail review near you!
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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Your parenthetical hypertext had me all set to post a link here in the comments to the obvious cut from almost-eponymous Waits album, until I clicked same (i.e., the hypertext), which led to my seeing and hearing that you had either beaten me to the punch or done my work for me, if not both.
Have you ever met a cocktail you didn’t like? If so, which is/are your least favorite(s)?
Tom waits on no one…
Yard of flannel. Hands down the worst.
Tastes like it sounds.
JOB
Who wouldn’t do that for Lickona?
Mel Gibson.
Two things.
1. My favorite version of the song.
2. I don’t see no strawberries.
3. I am old.
There is a mulled piece or two slagging down the side of the shaker.
But, gift horses and mouths aside, I assure you they’re in there!
So there are. You just didn’t mention ’em in the tags.
I’m loathe to mention strawberries at all, actually. They are all media whores.
Except the Cassandras – they’re just liars.
Hee hee!
JOB
When I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there
I do beseech you send for some of them.
You’re not too old to start pitching 8 episode miniseries to HBO, Netflix, Amazon or AMC based on Walker Percy novels!
(I’m engrossed in the Second Coming at the moment and imagining the tv treatment. It might be one of the best to start with since there’s both a male & female protagonist.)
That’s not a bad idea at all.