Wendell Berry was hitting stride while delivering the 41st annual Jefferson Lecture in the Humanities at Kennedy Center last night. The great agrarian poet was calling out the excesses of corporate America, technology, capitalism and our rampant disregard for nature. Our wanderlust has destroyed our rootedness, our sense of place. It suddenly dawned on me […]
You are navigating a post-apocalyptic world. Suddenly, you stumble on something as terrifying and revelatory as Charlton Heston’s discovery at the end of Planet of the Apes. A giant, bronze statue of Bob Benz with the epitaph: Bob is so Great. This could happen. If I donate $750 to “The Silent City,” a film that’s […]
As all the Steve Jobs homages blur into noise, Nate Beeler’s cartoon today hits the perfect final note.
I love reading crime stories. Especially tales like this gem that features country music, a Super Walmart and a large man in overalls. I only wish Jerry Reed were still with us to turn this into pure poetry. Like it deserves. (Of course, the only thing I like better than crime stories is great satire. […]
Presidents vs. Pierogies this weekend. Can’t wait. http://t.co/BNvLPSN
To my chagrin, I do. That’s why I thought it odd when several messages were left on our phone. The messages went something like this and came from a “wireless” number: “Survey 2010. Do you own a small dog?” Then silence as they awaited an answer, not knowing it was voice mail. So the next […]
I’m adding this to my “only in Pittsburgh” file. This blurb was on the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette’s site this morning: “Pirates oust outspoken pierogi” “One of the men who participates in the crowd-pleasing mascot race at PNC Park was dismissed Thursday because he posted disparaging remarks about the Pirates on his Facebook page.”
Not sure where he came from. Not sure why he won’t leave. But Albert Alligator has been in my head for weeks now. Since I can’t make it stop, I’m inflicting this earworm on you … Albert Alligator Pencil Sharpener from Old Chum on Vimeo.
The Onion strikes again.
I had never heard of Robert Stone. I’m not sure how I missed him given my interest in the Beats, the Pranksters and other assorted distortions in the literary canon that occurred in the ’50s and ’60s, but I finally stumbled across him via his memoir of the era, “Prime Green: Remembering the Sixties.” A […]