That was a popular jingle in my youth, referring to a brand of tire. A Madison Avenue version of the old Jedi mind trick of suggestion. (It didn’t work on me, as I had opted for Dupont radials for my first car, a 1956 Austin Healy.) Little did I know that a few decades later we’d be treated to a …
UPDATED. . . McCain “Family Recipes” Lifted from the Bush Administration The MSM mouse circus has cooked up another diversionary dish ‘o shit this week, the main entrée being a few purloined recipes from the Food Chanel being tossed off as “family recipes” of the McCain family, (as if McCain could find her way to any one of her own …
Yep, Chimpy stopped by our office today. The hardcore software geeks have their own communal cell near the center of the campus circles. I was almost finished painting a mural on the last wall of their cube farm, one of four twenty foot tall stucco constraints with no windows; at least now the poor bastards would have something beautiful to …
History is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misdeeds of mankind. — Edward Gibbon 1737 — 1794 IN THE LUSTY DAYS. . . when the surge of civilization pushed onward to broader horizons. . . and a mighty breed of man wrested new life from the wilderness. . . But close on the pioneer trail …
• An alarming number of people are wearing their shirts inside out today. • The last flake of snow melted off the roof hours ago. • A quantum leap was made by several thousand seekers since midnight, and several thousand more will experience one before midnight. • Hundreds of tires are going flat as you read this. • Some people …
Dear Friends and Fans: Like most of you, I’ve been following the campaign and I have now seen and heard enough to know where I stand. Senator Obama, in my view, is head and shoulders above the rest. He has the depth, the reflectiveness, and the resilience to be our next President. He speaks to the America I’ve envisioned in …
There’s a fascinating article by Amanda Marcotte at PANDAGON, “My hands are mine, but my feet are my sister,” which recounts a most unusual anomaly among the naturally occurring vagaries of human gene blending. In the process of unfolding that amazing story, she somewhat tangentially observes: I don’t truck with the more superstitious need to have individuality strongly defined in …
