CRANK IN THE BUS QUEUE

“A creature that is bored elaborates distinctions and hierarchies.” “I’m offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them,” joked a contemporary playwright, interviewed on the topic of what pisses him off, sends his hackles aflutter. “I’m the crank in the bus queue.”1 The implication of which, not just for him but for any of […]

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MONOCLE BE DAMNED

Yesterday, cycling through the outskirts of town, I happened to glance up at the Snap Lok™ marquee of our big multiplex. The first thing I noticed was a problem with the word “golden,” as it appeared in the title KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE. A numeral zero had been errantly fitted in place of a letter O. Believe me, […]

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YET ANOTHER FRAGMENT

Acronyms are not all equal. Except for, I suppose, EQUAL, which if I remember correctly stands for Empowered Queers United for Absolute Liberation. (This being Colorado College’s sub-committee in charge of hosting its annual Drag Ball.) And if some acronyms are better than others, best are those spelling existing words. I don’t mean the kind that, […]

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A FRAGMENT

As far as he was aware, my dad’s World War II anti-aircraft unit — consisting of him and two other GIs — managed to take out just one plane. This was a German Focke-Wulf 190. He seemed disinclined to say much more about the incident than that. As an eight-year-old at the height of my […]

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THE PRESIDENT’S SUDDEN NEVERENDING DOWNFALL: A PROXIMITY PRINCIPLE

Treble to bass, right to left, the inner prodigy’s nimble fingers ripple across the ninety-seven keys of the inner Bösendorfer 290, escaping — at last! at last! at last! — the ear-splitting tinnitus of one extreme and plummeting — finally! finally! finally! — into the thundering detonations of the other. In 1964 psychologist Roger Shepard published […]

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OR FEAR OR PAIN OR GRIEF

No need to offend. Diplomacy would seem in order here. Sensitivity. How to begin? A nearby acquaintance won’t shut the fuck up about cancer. Not about hers, not about yours, not about cancer as a sub-discipline of neo-Quineian naturalized epistemology. OK, maybe not the third thing, but the first two certainly. And certainly the more […]

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