Don't Ask, I'm Telling

When it gets dark, Thunder rolls

The way I see it, sexuality in general is a lot like Thunder Over Louisville.

Keeping Up with the Jones

Threat of Tea Partiers and friends

Any honest dialogue reveals not only a seedy history of American social and political racial reactionary behavior, but also an uneasy present that should give thinking people pause.

Raised Relief

Doubled over

Gentle Reader, I’m concerned my constant prattling about “The Culture of Excess” and “Conspicuous Consumption” may ultimately lead to a decline in interest on your beh

Editor’s Note

With friends like these ...

I recently unfriended my first Facebook “friend,” and it was truly liberating. In fact, the only shame stems from the fact that it took so long.

Fables of the Deconstruction

Gimme some truth

I recently ran across a copy of “Love All the People: The Essential Bill Hicks,” a collection of articles and profiles that I hadn’t seen, as well as transcriptions of what seems

Summary of My Discontent

First world diary

Day One: We’ve arrived in the United States on our mission trip. We are in a state called Kentucky in a village called Louisville. It is a land of plenty.

Don't Ask, I'm Telling

Guess who’s not coming to dinner

Nothing reminds me of the important stuff in life quite like a funeral. Last week, the father of a friend passed away.

Emotional Weather Report

The last long goodbye

Stalin, while teaching his soldiers the easiest, most brutal way to instill loyalty, took a perfectly healthy chicken and violently plucked out each and every one of its feathers.

Raised Relief

Attention to detail

There are a few Buddhist monks who live across the street from me.

Fables of the Deconstruction


When I left for vacation, I promised I would return, and I have, but something has changed. I used to feel an almost supernatural responsibility to the Truth.