Fables of the Deconstruction

Nothing is over, not yet

My 9-year-old son Oden came home from school the other day talking about a puzzle involving dots and lines.

Summary of My Discontent

War is crack

Patience isn’t usually my thing.

Editor’s Note

‘Graveyard of Empires’

There is sense to be made of the situation in Afghanistan. Unfortunately, it seems to be elusive in President Obama’s White House.

Francene

Ghosts of coaches past

I wasn’t sad to see Billy Gillispie go. Frankly, I would have given him a lift to the airport.

Raised Relief

Here’s to mixed company

Last Saturday my already pleasant holiday was made complete by a few simple songs.

Editor’s Note

For which I am thankful

I am sitting outside Heine Brothers Coffee Shop, watching the cars chug along Bardstown Road, trying to make a list.

Don't Ask, I'm Telling

Queer query

That’s queer.

You are a queer.

Queer pride.

Queer theory.

Q Bar. (The “Q” does not stand for quesadilla.)

Fables of the Deconstruction

It’s all over now, baby blue

American popular music has long advised that “Life is but a dream” (“Row Row Row Your Boat”) and that “Nothing is real” (“Strawberry Fields Forever”)

Summary of My Discontent

CDC bulletin: Swine Flu and You

As winter approaches, cases of the H1N1 virus are expected to increase.

Editor’s Note

A trip down the river

The first call came from a person in the know.