On August the 17th, Julia Orth's family will be holding a memorial service for her in Sarasota, 1 year after her first memorial service in Washington. Many of her friends and loved ones could not make it to the Pacific side of the country to join us for that service, so this will provide an opportunity for all those of us who can do so to come ( Read more... )

A lot of people have asked me, "Wheel," they ask me, since that's what fictional people call me when they're asking me convenient lead-in questions, "I see that despite the fact that you paid hundreds of dollars to register to take the GREs ostensibly in time to apply to that famous academy-by-the-sea, Florida Atlantic University, you ended up ( Read more... )

Yesterday and today are the Days of the Dead.

Back in the days when men of iron stomped the terra incognita into flat maps and traded their grim and dour God for heaps of lustrous foreign gold, the conquistadores were routinely terrified by the strange rituals of the godless Aztecs, "godless" in those days being the word in vogue for anyone whose ( Read more... )

I've got a number of truly excellent reasons to be an angry American right now, and I was even thinking of new and bitter and gloriously venomous ways to express my rage ("... replacing the gilt-edged toilet paper of the Reagan era with the Constitution, printed on two-ply ( Read more... )

I would like to take a few moments of your time, children of the Revolution, to talk about the bread and circuses that feed the masses of the world ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: everything in this devastatingly insightful groundbreaking work of journalism is true. Even the false things are true. Don't ask me how, man, I didn't do it. This article has been approved by the Zozo City Council.Take that dusty old globe off your bookshelf. Y'know, the one your aunt got you for Christmas when you were twelve; the ( Read more... )

I never update twice in one day. NEVER.

What, never?

Well, hardly ever.

But I've found something I had to bring to your attention.

Inkling Pens

I don't want you to think that I'm just recommending any old pen to you, my children of the Revolution.

Fuck, no.

These are pens that will blow your god-damn mind.

We're talking tungsten carbide ( Read more... )

It has been long and long again, an eternity tucked into a week like a Cheerio stuffed with a wedding cake, since I left the arms of sweet Portlandia and washed up here on the bright shores of Waldron Island, seaweed draping me in a Poseidon ballgown, crabs clinging ardently to my hair, icy salt water running out of my nose and mouth into the warm ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I'll be taking wing from my sweet city, my gleaming neon-eyed darling, the slick concrete curves and incensuous teases and long star-spattered nights and the pennybright tears of the rain and the soft cool breath of her to be filed away in the dusty cabinet of wonders that is my rapidly drug-addled memory ( Read more... )

Double-you tea eff ( Read more... )