Aside from the blind verve that comes from being true believers, what do Christian fundamentalists and Food Channel junkies have in common? It all comes down to the unswerving acceptance of TV magic. |
We thoroughly enjoyed this slideshow from the bowels of time, chronicling the lives of the lower classes from the point-of-view of the serving platter's rich reflection. But the free samples of the paper's titular concoction did little to dispel the despair. |
There once was a girl, Dr. Knottcock |
Peaberry's free-trade, shade-grown, coop-traded, organic blend of insight and unction left us convincingly wired but distinctly worried. The two great lubricants of industrial production are both cruel and crude, but can the knot really be solved semiotically? |
The workshop started at 4:20 sharp. The buffet table disappeared three hours later. That's change you can believe in. |
Delivering the paper in blasts of 140 characters or fewer gave this paper a staccato effect: Doubleplusgood ducktalk, a hiccup of bishoprics, a hash of tags for as far as the papal people can see. |
In an era of 3D, CGI, THX extravaganzas, it's hard to really understand the skill with which Golden Era directors created dramatic effects, but writing the whole paper as a single sentence left us breathless. |
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James Beard: Foodies, Fundies and the Fallacies of Foreknowledge
Mojito-Daro:
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a Travelogue in Three Digs
Scrotial
Anapests: Highbrow Culture Meets Lowbrow Humor and Macks on
Indie-Pop, a Manifesto
Ex-Juan
Valdez: Oil, Java, and the X-ploitation of the Colonicon --
The Medium Roast is the Mess-Age
The
Audacity of Dope: Medical Mary Jane and the Orisons of Obamacare,
a Smokeout
The
Audacity of Pope: Infallibility and Influence, or Totalitarianism
in Twee Tweets
The
Audacity of Rope: One Take Wonders and the Art of the
Edit, or Formalism Reformed Again