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The Democratic field looks bleak two years ahead of election.
Small town life in Queens.
The message is dismissive of #MeToo’s flaws, and the lyrics aren’t totally honest.
A short story about a washed-up wrestler and his disappointing son coming to terms with ancient history.
The gentle horror of Creep.
The director’s follow-up to La La Land works despite his militaristic attitude toward art and masculinity.
My music career, (if you’ll call it that), began in a hotel in the summer of 2000 in Sicily when I was 16.
Top-heavy but rising.
Bennington gets his Associate’s Degree and plots a full-scale academic invasion.
It doesn’t look like etiquette.
A short story about the coolest dad in town.
To me this is a pretty obvious win for the good guys.
A car, an empty thruway.
A wigger and a drag queen.
Don't tell me I must vote, pray, sing or dance.
Paleocon Diary (#140).
“Stay in your lane” is bad advice for a writer.
It’s always in the eyes, and mine were demonic.
The concept has always been slippery, serving the purposes of those who use it to persuade.
The first in a two part series from the man that never stops.
The Boston Red Sox are charming, just like John Waters.
Performing "Sipper of Tea," a new tape collage.
The armchair online mob has finally bested traditional journalism for pure slime.
From Coca Cola's invention to its intense rivalry with Pepsi (originally aired in 2006 on a network that shall remain nameless).
The Buck spent, a dysfunctional Baltimore Orioles franchise faces a long rebuild.
Unavailable and bootlegged for years, now free for everyone via YouTube.
The prescience of a 1969 junior high student in Huntington, NY. (Definitely not me.)
An adventurous sonic exploration of the voice, cello and analog electronics.
Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing. It’s silly to take New York Times at face value on “Anonymous.”
Mulched samples and electronics improvised live to tape in Takoma Park, 2017-18. Transcendent and grotesque. Crashed rhythms for crashed times.
