Which is to say, fisking his liner notes, which are irritating and pretentions: the latest post over at Every. Damn. CD. Original text in italic, my responses in Bold. Notes on the Compositions Included Herein AKA, I’M A MUSICIAN AND A GENIUS AND I LIKE FISH STICKS IN MY MOUTH. 1. Hungry Freaks, Daddy…(3:27) Was… Read More Fisking Frank Zappa, Because Why Not?
I think his declamatory German just gets lost in translation, but every time I read Nietzsche I find very little substance underneath all the sauce. I’m on page 86 of The Birth of Tragedy and I’m not entirely sure what ideas I’ve gleaned from this. I get the idea that tragedy is the fusion of the… Read More The Birth of Babbling, or Why Nietzsche Disappoints me
Every now and again I make my Goodreads list correspond to reality: A Scanner Darkly, by Philip K. Dick. Seen the movie on Amazon Prime more times than I would have thought. The movie was clever, the book is as clever. I find this more compelling than Ubik and better-paced than The Man in the High Castle… Read More What I’m Reading
A bit ago, I happened to rent Last Days in the Desert, an indie film with Ewan McGregor portraying both Jesus and Satan during Jesus’ forty days in the desert (Matthew 4). It was an interesting take on the idea, but the script wasn’t quite up to snuff, being primarily concerned with a family Jesus encounters… Read More New Fiction – The Devil Left Him: A Retelling of the Temptation of Christ
I’m done with blogging about politics. It no longer interests me. This election has driven from me the desire to man the digital barricades. In the years I’ve spent shouting from my soapbox here, I’ve accomplished nothing. Gun to my head, only vote that matters, forced to choose between Trump and Clinton? I’m not voting… Read More Good-Bye to All That.
No, not just another theme change, although it will involve that. I’m going to change everything. Everything?
Not this election cycle. Maybe not the next one. But it’s coming. In today’s America, a network of executive, judicial, bureaucratic, and social kinship channels bypasses the sovereignty of citizens. Our imperial regime, already in force, works on a simple principle: the president and the cronies who populate these channels may do whatever they like… Read More The Revolution is Coming, Friends.
SciBabe makes five arguments why Donuts won’t kill you, but meth totally will. Best part, she knocks down the whole “sugar is addictive” tripe. Sugar is sweet. It tastes good. You can crave it, sure. I’m craving some fruit right now, in no doubt partially because it’s sweet. But it does not trigger your brain… Read More Donuts are Awesome. Meth is Not.
Some stuff I’ve been working on. Here’s a free chapter to The Party at the Last Tomorrow, my post apocalyptic homage to Edgar Allen Poe: Muse staggered her way along the Last Call Causeway, amid the broken rocks and occasional bones. Her brain was screaming at her to sleep. With each step the saccharine synth ploddings… Read More Free Fiction Fest
That’s the polite version of this entertaining screed, by the self-declared SciBabe. By the age of one, how many times had modern medicine saved your ass? What about by the age twenty? How about now? How many times has nature tried to kill you? Strep, staph, weather, tsunamis, all the vaccine preventable illnesses, tooth decay,… Read More Nature is Trying to Kill You.
