The co-op student went out drinking at The Bar on Friday night and got punched in the face so hard both his eyes are black and his nose is bent sideways and doctors are going to have to re-break it later to straighten it out.
There’s no way for me to express my true feelings about [...]
A brush-cutted, sleeveless father with sunglasses perched high on his forehead enters the Bayfield Enforced Buying Space with his brush-cutted, sleeveless son trailing behind. He sniffs the air and declares to no one in particular, “It smells like Florida in here.”
Just as I get up to open a web browser and relay this message to [...]
Otto von Habsburg has got nothing on Wolfe+585, Senior.
I bought Ashtray Rock, the new Joel Plaskett Emergency album the other day and I’ve given it a few good listens and I am now declaring it good. Easily the equal of Truthfully Truthfully. You can definitely tell Gordie Johnson had a hand in recording it. Mr. Chill’s harmonica skills are a long way away [...]
I am the Rogue Information Desk. The cellular telephones and accessories and brochures I have on display are misdirection, to send the foolish mainstreamers, with their clean teeth and sound bodies and common courtesy, to the “real” information desk. The secret of the “real” information desk is that they lie to you. But that’s okay; [...]
The Three Songs podcast has a home. And an RSS feed. And I just posted episode 3: organic chemistry. It’s about Matt Mays and scandalously features more than three songs. If you consider organ interludes and an extended funk jam to be “songs.”
If you’re down with RSS, you probably know what to do with the [...]
As of yesterday, the cars are still there. Dozens of them. Some look big and shiny and late-model, like you see on ESPN at bars. Others are obviously meant for… regional competition. Early-nineties vintage four-bangers with their windshields and headlights removed, roll cages welded in.
Here’s a simple rule of thumb I think the owners of [...]
There are race cars in the mall today. I walked in here at five minutes to eleven, still yawning, and stopped eight steps in. The cars lurked motionless behind kiosks and directories and potted plants, the gray-green fluorescent dawn glinting of their glossy plastic hoods, their logo decals placed like war paint on their blank, [...]