14 August 2017
Dear HTBS readers,
I will be away from the editor’s desk for two weeks. This means that while some articles will be published during the rest of the month of August, they will not appear with the same frequency as you are used to (meaning daily). 55 more words
Going on a lil road trip. Solo.
Picking up the Aston in Germany and driving it down to the paradisical island that is Mallorca. Made two road trip playlists, cuz sometimes the European radio can really suck. 28 more words
Here’s a topic: the literature of exhaustion. That genre may cover numerous varieties of collapse, whether physical, mental, emotional, spiritual,… Maybe, as in my case, all of the above and more come together into a welter of hopeless confusion that may leave everyone ready to throw in the threadbare towel and creep into a subterranean cranny until the onset of either miraculous recovery or total global destruction. 618 more words
August 2017 | GABE SCOTT | Juxtapoz
“Ralph Steadman has spent a lifetime conceiving and crafting images that are each a unique event. His audience responds to his personal artistic morality with pause, reflecting on how individual actions can determine a collective direction for the future. 1,199 more words
When I attach myself to a new project, be it any paid contract or any work really, I tend to idly brainstorm all these fanciful ideas to improve these projects. 488 more words
“Everyone an outlaw, until it time to do outlaw shit.”
I picked this up because THE NATION recommended that if I, a pasty suburban leftie liberal, wanted to understand the “forgotten man” Trump voter, I should read this. 810 more words
Whether a book like Hunter S. Thompson’s gonzo novel Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas could have been adapted any better into film is debatable. The real question, however, is whether it should have been adapted at all. 505 more words
