Saturday Evening (Open) Post

Saturday Evening (Open) Post

Happy Saturday Evening. We didn't put together links. Instead, I refer you to some of the memes of the week. And a song that probably kept Tom Waits afloat for a couple of years...

Thursday Afternoon Links

Thursday Afternoon Links

Stuck with a sidekick today. The littlest got caught with a fever at daycare yesterday. Per usual, today he's absolutely fine and full of energy. I'm pretty sure we'll dope him up with Advil tomorrow, just in case. He's actually been pretty okay, except that he's part...

Thursday Afternoon Links

Thursday Afternoon Links

First, I'd just like to thank whoever had the Morning Links today for forgetting in solidarity with me last Thursday. I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July weekend, especially here in 'Murca. I went up to visit some of my wife's family in North Florida. Monday...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.