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Another good one. What’s happening to this series? Where’s the krep? The cheese? The tiresome 30s hackwork?
Meet Vera, Nightmare Dame. Go HERE.
Thursday was one long, grey, cool smear, ending with this, and a big Friday thread-busting question.
I feel like I’m not doing enough, somehow – doing everything all the time makes you feel as if you’re doing nothing as well as you should. That’s the way this week was, and I’m glad to see its end. [...]
What would have been the start of this entry has been offloaded at the new Strib blog; you’ll forgive me while I continue to fracture my identity and workflow into a kaleidoscopic nightmare that can only result in total insanity. Unless you want to consider it all part of a whole, a distributed self. Okay? [...]
A brief Gateway update on the aftermath can be found here.
It’s too big to post here - so wander on over here, why don’t you.
My friend Bob Davis, the last snappy piece of KSTP broken off for reasons that eluded us all, has produced a podcast about driving along the roads the gangsters took in the 30s. Listen HERE.
(Cross-posted over at the new Strib blog.)
I suspect it would ruin this if I told you what it wasn’t about, but that would presume I know what you suspect it’s about. Although I’ll bet you do.
So: what are they selling?
It’s not the hot days I miss. It’s the warm nights. We only have a 90-night ration of summer, and I live for the evenings where it’s sultry. Having been robbed more or less on a nightly basis I am starting to feel that early-pre-autumn ennui, or perhaps mid-late-summer angst. It’s not the passage of [...]
You know it has to be a sci-fi movie and a super-secret lab when it has an atom sculpture in the lobby. This is something of a repeat, but there’s new material. Go HERE.
If last week’s entry bent time, this one bends light. Go HERE.
