I wanted to rest my body on top of them as if to make a snow angel.
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The New York Times misses its own big story with a nice little fluff piece about female soldiers in combat zones.
What section do you think books by Tony Blair (or Obama or George W. Bush) belong in?
What’s so scary about a 1500 year old religion? How easily it seems to slip into the attitude of that which opposes it.
Yesterday’s leak of military information gave the world of war reporting something it’s missed.
A dance legend passes away, and takes an art form with him. Butoh legend Ohno Kazou passes away at age 103.
The Hyperbolic Coral Reef takes Dublin by storm in a ball of yarn and mathematics. Plus, learn how to make your own — if you can understand the math.
Your dog is going to fall in love with Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed at a free concert that’s so high-frequency you won’t be able to hear it.
Music and comic books keep colliding as out senses lose focus and we seek to rebel. Even better, this one’s helmed by two women and a man, so it’s not just big boobies and guns everywhere. Yay.
Alan Moore + Mike Patton = Dreams Do Come True (and other notes on the new world of media-mixtures). In other words, OMG! We can’t wait to read/listen to this awesomeness.
A foray into literary short stories leads to a small taste of enlightenment. Buddha and sinner are both forced to feel compassion and suffering.
Western imperialism gave European museums a booty of treasure. Now Egypt wants some of that treasure to come back to where it was made.
That’s right kids! clawdeuS offers up a web comic like none you’ve ever seen before. Behold the tales of Lonnie the Lot Lizard: Pillow Talk from Truck Stops!
Oh crap! Kids with spray paint and political messages are taking to the streets in Kabul with an anti-war message. It’s like they don’t want to see their country filled with foreign forces and pummeled by bombs and drones. What-ev-ar.
Michael Haneke loves him some bad children. Unfortunately, he seems to have lost his touch when it comes to really making them naughty and scary.
A beloved author and an idolized musician go big for the big screen adaptation of Norwegian Wood. Sorry though kids, release date applies only to Japan thus far, better save up those dollars to tix to Tokyo.
Words from one unemployed worker — only one them “bad.” And hey, if you are or know a legislature, do me a HUGE favor and send this to them. Especially if they happen to be a Republican. If they’re Senator Bunning I’ll kiss you on the lips personally.
The insurrection is coming! The insurrection is coming! The insurrection is…probably not actually coming.
While you were sleeping, we spent the morning learning all about “the evildoers.”
Are Santa Fe artists a bunch of stuck up assholes? Eh, kinda.
Fashion? Pakistan? Say what? No, not the latest is couture-Kevlar wear.From Feb. 16-19 Lahore, Pakistan gets fancy with fashion.
Gore Vidal’s end of the world epic is true to the Hindu mythology of Kalki and a weird romp into political science fiction.
(part one: The Book) examines Shohei Ooka’s 1957 novel Fires on the Plain, the first person account of a Japanese soldier’s attempts to escape death in the Filipino jungle during the final days of World War II.
Several years ago I was gifted a 400+, six volume set of books called “Thought Control in U.S.A.” Put out by the Hollywood A. S. P. Council after a 1947 conference in reaction to what would, in the 1950s, become the infamous blacklisting of Hollywood during McCarthyism. The text includes lectures, papers and testimony at the conference by writers, actors, academics, and others.
For thousands of years human beings have sought out shamans, witch doctors, priestesses and other holy men and women in search of cathartic connections with the divine. In hopes of finding that infinite, for even just a moment, the Amazonians took ayahuasca, the Indians soma and the beatniks LSD.
But none of this is necessary; for art can lead the mind down the path of understanding if a viewer allows himself to swallow the pill. For with NoiseFold, I have found my urban shamen, my Don Bastardoses, my gurus.