Archives for November 2008

Floating around cyberspace for at least a month and a half, via White Rabbit, this leetle coupon saver caught the staff’s attention only the other day.Though we were slow on the uptake, we did notice that no toaster coupons were available to match the many lesser-known banks that failed in the last year. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit

Given the so-called change said to be coming to the aaaeulc, it may be seen as cynical to recall this Thanksgiving Prayer, first offered 20 years ago this week and dedicated to John Dillinger. But Uncle Bill‘s words of gratitude have a certain je ne sais quoi … the ring of truth maybe? Listen or, […]

Have a listen to the sweet nothings William S. Burroughs offers, by way of Philip Hunt’s extraordinary animation short. It was pointed out to me by Supervert. Ah Pook I’d say the film is an ideal accompaniment to Malcolm Mc Neil’s “lost art” exhibition, which has been extended through January. That’s Burroughs reading his text, […]

Is it something in the November air? Doubtful. Maybe it’s the god of artistic collaborations wanting to set the record straight. Let’s say it’s strictly dumb coincidence. Whatever the reason, this month provides a happy occasion for legions of Jack Kerouac fans, to say nothing of William S. Burroughs cultists, who always seem eager for […]

Because of something Ralph Nader said on Election Day — he asked whether Barack Obama was going to be an Uncle Sam or an Uncle Tom — I feel obliged to take note of an interview (as posted on YouTube) that Nader did shortly afterward with Fox Report news anchor Shepard Smith, who was shocked […]

If you think people have gone nuts for Obama memorabilia — they bought stacks of newspapers marking the Obama victory — get a look at the book collectors’ market. With enough scratch you can pick up a boxed set of Dreams of My Father and The Audacity of Hope for a meager quarter mil. Here’s […]

Now that America has elected a black fist bumper to the presidency, take a look at the newspaper he has in his hand. Take a close look. The photo, shot during the election campaign, shows him carrying The Wall Street Journal. As everybody knows, the Journal’s editorial page falls somewhere between Barry Goldwater and Attila […]

Oh shit. Studs Terkel has died. He was 96. He was the blackest white man I ever met. Blacker even than his lifelong friend the novelist Nelson Algren, another black man who happened to be born white. Anyway, here’s what several former Chicago Sun-Times colleagues of mine had to say. Roger Ebert: “Was he the […]