we’ll have to stick with ice cream and caviar — we can’t afford vegetables anymore
An Amish farmer sells raw milk across a state line, and a multiagency cluster of state and federal cops show up to bust him. A tech editor posts a photo of a phone, and detectives from a seventeen-agency regional task force kick down his door. Oh, and there’s not enough money for police to really [...]
dropped
Try to find the missing category.
losing the note, a saxophonist riffs on the theme of lost notes, finding that the riff does not cause the note to be rediscovered, but discovering that he has wandered off into a place of great purity, like a rock in a shoe that cuts your foot
It’s like, man, see, I mean, the cloud is unknowable, and so must be known in a way that unknows its knowingness of not known that blah blah fuck, but the point is that you have to know it, man, you have to see it with absolutely unflawed clarity even while you know that it [...]
sophisticated commentary on some sophisticated commentary
This is the dumbest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.
Random Thoughts on the Crazy Peasants
New post at Cliopatria. Meanwhile, this is pretty goddamn funny (“The banks will fund their own bailouts”), especially if you read this first.
Baffled
God help me, because I remember that I kind of enjoyed The Baffler, but I must have dreamed it. And I can’t look at Thomas Frank without thinking that, man, that dude totally peeked at Mia Sara while he was pretending to drown in the swimming pool. This memory produces warm sentiments.
But my god can he [...]
Water Hates Hydrogen and Oxygen
It’s one of those single sentences that blow open an amazing window into a writer’s understanding of the world, and does it in a way that the writer could never have noticed.
So, okay: a Washington Post columnist goes to a Tea Party protest to meet the violent and racist extremists, mostly doesn’t meet them, finds [...]
Rain on Corn
Well, hello there. Come on in, folks. I was just a-chewin’ on this here blade o’ sweet country grass, tastin’ its wholesome juices and thinkin’ about a beautiful foal what was born right in this here barn, right over in yon corner on a pile of fresh-mown hay that smelled like the springtime itself. We [...]