I dreamt I located my long-lost Social Security Card. The number on the card was 001-01-0001. “That’s weird,” I thought. “That’s not my Social Security Number.”
» Read more «I wish I believed, as some perversely excited Democrats do, that the 1,000-casualty mark is going to be the fact that will wake up America. Not the 2000 election, not the Supreme Court, not Florida, not the crashing economy, not Enron, not Halliburton, not the blown CIA cover, not the faked intelligence, not the documented […]
» Read more «While the FUCK YOU Movement made it abundantly clear that we are AGAINST EVERYONE and FOR NO ONE (or at least for no one who could make it into mainstream politics), I would like to offer this tidbit of editorial advice to the Kerry/Edwards campaign. The title of your book Our Plan for America: Stronger […]
» Read more «The fine folks over at Zmag.org picked up the Mcsweeney’s piece.. Read it in a different font now!
» Read more «Further proof that either SuperLefty or our government is seriously unhinged. Read it here.
» Read more «Even if you had not just spent a week on a remote farm in Peru with no access to media, then stayed up all night, then travelled for twenty hours zonked on Xanax and arrived in New York at two a.m. unable to sleep until the following night, you might find the Republican National Convention […]
» Read more «You leave the farm through the gate and go up the road, where you can probably catch a moto. A moto is a motorcycle-tricycle with a seat in the back for a passenger. The moto takes you to the gas station. At the gas station you can catch a collectivo taxi. For the equivalent of […]
» Read more «Mesclun They were the stars of another hemisphere, flung in unfamiliar patters. This time, the constellations were easy to discern, being three-dimensional and in a vague kind of unwieldy motion, like balloons at the Thanksgiving Day Parade. We started up the road out of the town. The walls and shadows and street and sky were […]
» Read more «Your Super Lefty comes to you now from the Southern Hemisphere. She looks North to see the sun and shivers in her hiking boots at night, since it is winter here. In addition to her hiking boots, she wears at all times a fleece and a backapck, making her indistinguishable from the other gringa backpackers. […]
» Read more «Since Saturday I have observed the following: 1. Coney Island is an ideal place to spend your final night before leaving the country for the Southern Hemisphere. Your memories of your hometown will be at once surreal, quaint and trashy. My travelling companions and I scrambled our way out onto one of the rock jetties […]
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