Postscript on Those Ladies. Excursus on Vampires Who Seek Blood, or on Cannibals Who Seek Fresh Meat.

Qui potest capere, capiat: this post is a bagatelle and footnote to various earlier posts, and I am on strike and will therefore not explain context. You will understand it if you have been in that conversation, or if you go through earlier posts to look for it. Those ladies who resembled my Reeducator kept … More Postscript on Those Ladies. Excursus on Vampires Who Seek Blood, or on Cannibals Who Seek Fresh Meat.

On Flyswatters

A band has moved in across the street and their music is pretty. I am taking a page from Momo and declaring that this has been a brain chemistry day, and it’s all right. But I do not wish to be a flyswatter. This weblog exists to grind certain ideas to a fine subatomic powder … More On Flyswatters

Return of the Nice White Lady. White Rabbit Band. Posts White People Write. Things White People Tell Each Other.

“I am still on strike. If negotiations deteriorate further, I shall do nothing but play classical music,” says an upcoming post. Negotiations, however, have taken a turn for the better. I have heard from my advertiser’s agent who says it is hir understanding that a check has been mailed to me. I will remain on … More Return of the Nice White Lady. White Rabbit Band. Posts White People Write. Things White People Tell Each Other.