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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Or this?
Is this the reaction Bob Dylan has with his audience? This isn’t the reaction he has, is it?
Heh.
JOB
You’re the Rodney Dangerfield of Korrektiv.
No respekt, I tellya, no respekt!
hee hee!
As i may have said before, one of the drawings reminds me of my dentist in London. He may not be solely responsible for the present state of my teeth but I can hardly eat and I can hardly speak to people because of the lisp and because of the ugliness. And so I am stuck in my hotel room listening the prison drama as it files past me. The dental treatment I have had is incomprehensible and savage. On a couple of occasions since I lost the second tooth on holiday I couldn’t be bothered to eat. I supppose in terms of the greatest happiness of the greatest number, the troupe do seem cheered up by it.
As i may have said before, one of the drawings reminds me of my dentist in London. He may not be solely responsible for the present state of my teeth but I can hardly eat and I can hardly speak to people because of the lisp and because of the ugliness. And so I am stuck in my hotel room listening the prison drama as it files past me. The dental treatment I have had is incomprehensible and savage. On a couple of occasions since I lost the second tooth on holiday I couldn’t be bothered to eat. I supppose in terms of the greatest happiness of the greatest number, the troupe do seem cheered up by it. What saddens me is that they were the good teeth, I’m fairly sure.
American dentistry is excellent, you should give it a try.
Ah, I miss you Korrektiv folks.
Ditto!