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You Think Covid-19 is Bad? Wait Until I Release The Pandemic Pocket New Testament
You don’t have to tell me that 2020 is turning out to be a veritable, traumatic melting-pot of apocalyptica. I mean, I’m over here, trying to coax that beast out of the sea, setting up a ways and means … Continue reading
Strange Stories Amazing Facts, and how Reader’s Digest is an American Treasure
I’ll never forget the time my dad got this book in the mail. He handed it to me when I was a kid and said, “you’ll like all the interesting stuff in here.” He was right. I actually never did … Continue reading
The World’s Last Night
“The doctrine of the Second Coming is deeply ‘offensive’ to the whole evolutionary or developmental character of modern thought. We have been taught to think of the world as something that grows slowly towards perfection, something that “progresses” or … Continue reading
In which I borrow from my own, 2006 Book Review of David Shenk’s “The Immortal Game”
Note: Apparently this review (which in and of itself is FOURTEEN years old)–has been sitting as a draft in my blog-post hopper. I have a tendency to think my Amazon reviews are wasted if all they do is languish there … Continue reading
The Lincoln Conspiracy–an unfinished review
Thus far I’m halfway through what has turned out to be a psycho-therapeutic pit stop. Being that the current state of the world is one of unmitigated anger, listless calls for some undefined goal of “justice,” the burning of infrastructure, … Continue reading
Upcoming show
A self-described “renaissance hack, raconteur, and all-around tricky person,” Ron Giesecke knows his way around a deck of cards. His one-man show, A Brief History of Deception, bridges the gaps that divide the sleight-of-hand artist from the crass and subversive … Continue reading
Jonny Lang’s “Signs” rolls out like thunder
I can’t exactly figure out why Jonny Lang is the recipient of complaints that he needs to “get back to the blues.” He never left it. He did manage to leave the randier, entendre-ridden traditions of the blues with his … Continue reading
In which I blatantly borrow my own Amazon review of Erwin McManus’ “The Last Arrow” and post it here.
Three years ago, when I was 47 and contemplating the horizon of my fifth decade on the planet, I had an introspective fit–the kind that proves that encroaching mortality starts to get in your head. Yet, I’m not sure that … Continue reading
