FLATLAND: Prologue
SAMUEL FLETCHER Ought-Seven:UE (Unasian Era) By the age of thirty-seven, Samuel Fletcher had cheated death more times than he could recall, thanking Olidammara at every opportunity. Taken from his village and pressed into military service at 15 years old, he’d come of age during a violent and lawless time, spending his next fifteen years fighting
SUGGESTED READING LIST
Not sure which one I’ll read next but thanks to all for the suggestions a while back. A pretty diverse list. Prison Memiors of an Anarchist Alexander Berkman Running with Scissors Dry Augusten Burroughs The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay Michael Chabon Meaning of Consuelo Judith Ortiz Cofer Learning to Question Paulo Freire, Antonio
Non-profit, literally
I get daily emails from Idealist.org about job openings in non-profit and socially-minded for-profit companies. Every week there’s usually a few interesting jobs that are right up my alley. Invariably, they pay considerably less than my current corporate rut job. “Considerably less” as in Executive Directors for some of these places make less than me.
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Crawfish Dreams, Venom’s Taste
I love randomly discovering new [to me] writers, especially when they’re not well-known bestseller list types. That whole underdog thing. I finished Crawfish Dreams last week and am happy to say that Nancy Rawles is a remarkable talent! She weaves an intricate tale of a family of Creoles living in mid-80’s Los Angeles into a
REASON #26 WHY I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK
“I absolutely believe in God… and I absolutely hate the fucker.” –Richard B. Riddick, Pitch Black
The New Stuff
For Rich Villar I remember the new stuff. When it hit the mic raw and risky like homemade sushi more interested in the flavor than the presentation. We were too hungry for pretense. I remember the new stuff. When it burst from the heart like a ball of fire through an origami parade
Pumpkin Seeds: Trickle Down Edition
1. My earliest “political” memory is of rooting for Jimmy Carter over Ronald Reagan in the 1980 Presidential election. My second is of being disappointed that Reagan didn’t die when he was shot in 1981. 2. Reaganomics can kiss my ass. Shit trickles downhill, not prosperity. There is no pony buried under the manure; just
Jesse Helms is back! And this time he’s black.
You can’t make this stuff up. “Jesse Helms is back! And this time he’s black.” That’s Winston-Salem city councilman Vernon Robinson’s campaign slogan as one of eight GOP candidates in the July 20 primary for North Carolina’s 5th Congressional District. Pretty inoffensive, though, compared to the radio ad he’s running: ANNOUNCER NO. 1: Vernon Robinson,
Dirty Laundry
If you haven’t heard by now, Bill Cosby aired some dirty laundry in full public view a couple of weeks ago, speaking at a gala marking the 50th anniversary of the Brown v. Board of Education desegregation ruling. “Ladies and gentlemen, the lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal,” he