I haven’t been writing at all lately. And that’s not nearly as much as I had wanted. I set out to write a number of pieces for my “July of Orwell”, and I really only finished two, which is indescribably disappointing. 485 more words
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“We spent the rest of that night rounding up materials and packing the car. Then we ate the mescaline and went swimming in the ocean. Somewhere around dawn we had breakfast in a Malibu coffee shop, then drove very carefully across town and plunged onto the smog-shrouded Pasadena Freeway, heading East.” 21 more words
Today is the 77th birthday of the man that once said: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! 813 more words
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Police blotters aren’t tasked with remembering criminals or crafting their deeds into a hardboiled narrative. When newspapers can only spare a sentence to describe a raft of offenses, fitting the who, what, where, when and why into a roundup of the cops and courts beat’s leftovers is hard enough.
If you are like me and you have read Hunter Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas at least a half dozen times in the years since you first discovered his scathing 1971 indictment of American consumer culture and realization that the ideals of the 1960’s had all but been beaten to death in the rice patties of Vietnam and on the campus streets of American colleges and Las vegas is ground zero for all that is loathsome about America – and, if you have watched Terry Gilliam’s masterful movie version at least a dozen times – then you will fully appreciate an ad in today’s “Upcoming Events” section of the Halifax free weekly newspaper for an upcoming Saturday night event at our esteemed waterfront casino. 101 more words