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 Our paper had this headline: “Enduring Symbol of Palestine Dies.” Personally, I’m old school. I’d go with something, oh, factual, like “ARAFAT DEAD.” Hard to argue. Hard to find bias. I don’t know what would be satisfying, really. “Goaty Old Fiend Expires, Loses Power, Fortune, Bowel Control; Fills Room with Odor of Offal and Urine” would put people off their breakfast, I suppose. I am content to know he is not in Hell. Nope. Arafat did not go to Hell. He boards the ferry, yes; he makes it halfway across the River Styx, yes. Then the ferry blows up. Ten times a day for eternity. For a start. In a perfect and just world I would have gotten around to everything I intended to do tonight, but I did what I needed to do: the update to the Interior Desecrations Site. (I know, the title of the pages says “Interior Desecrators.” Last minute title change, and I still haven’t internalized it.) I would have written a lengthy explanation of the graphics for this week, but really there’s little to say: I found this in an envelope of stuff my mom saved. It’s a mimeograph of a newspaper I put out in grade school, proving that I couldn’t spell then, either. The “Jim” mentioned in the hamster ad was a friend, who is now a dentist in Fargo. Anyway: here's the full front page; sorry about the browser-stretching. If only you could smell the lovely ditto-fluid perfume that still floats from the page. And the weekly update to the new Interiors site is here. Enjoy! And buy the book! See you Monday.  |
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