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I read it at about the same tennish age, and while I wasn't mature enough to make much of the Boys Boning Bev scene, it made me uncomfortably warm in the region of my nethers that had never before been that way.
I wonder if I can blame it for all the inappropriate sex of my twenties.
I'm so late to this party, but am going to rock it out anyway. This was incredible, even two weeks later.
Also, @PatrickM, megathanks for that link.
Yes to shrieking! And phone calls, and action. I think back to 2004, and how riled and ready we were on the internet, and how little of that translated into action. And I still suffer nightmares from it.
(And Maria, in my jittered outburst I forgot to add my THANKS for your eloquence and thoughts and continued attention to these abuses. Very well said, as usual...)
Right! Exactly! Sing it, Matt Cornell! This sort of complacency is going to drive this country into the can faster than any of the Teabillies will.
I mean (and I don't know how to say this without offending the Obama apologists and defenders), at this point it's akin to asking if you want me to vote for the kill who's going to kill me unrepentantly, or the guy who says he's sorry before he does so. I'm astonished that to see so many exceptionally smart people throwing their own ideals, morals, and basic civil liberties under the bus on a "devil you know" argument. "Me or them" is just as fear-based as anything Bush was ever responsible for.
(oh gad, I overdid it on the caffeine this A.M.)
The ibex isn't dead. it just went to live on a nice farm in the country.
I wish I was a capable enough commenter to leave something worthwhile here...
It also gets stumped when you swear it, as I, in an ineluctable display of maturity, introduced myself to it with a search for FUCK THIS.
Only the best bookstores have a "often promoted" area behind the counter -- in the salad days of my booknerddom, I'd be ecstatic if what I was looking for could be found there; it was a harbinger of quality for a while. Fante would invariably be there. Burroughs. Borges, sometimes, in my day.
I might not consider it the same divining rod today: Auster? Sedaris? Coehlo???
I almost want to start stealing from McNally Jackson just to set their list back in order.
(note to McNally Jackson: not really! I love you and give you lots of money!)
Also unchanged, the first line of Modest Mouse's Float On: "I backed my car into a cop car the other day," Which made me think maybe Kidz Bop was on to something...
I suppose he could've live twitted it with hashtags and all, but JESUS FUCK.
Now, pardon me while I go set up the ustream for my gynaecological exam.