The 1930s

I’ve updated the blog theme, and I’m just enough of a pre­ten­tious bas­tard to talk about it. Two years ago, I took a phở­to­graph of the “back forty” behind my apart­ment build­ing. The build­ing itself was stuck at the edge of civ­i­liza­tion, at the end of a small cul-de-sac hang­ing off a street which divided the …

Suckered

Yep, I was fooled. No homo­erotic missile-on-missile action. No death from above. The para­noid, cyn­i­cal, haven’t-slept-in-a-week side of me thinks the sto­ries were planted as part of a last-ditch effort to frighten the North Korean gov­ern­ment into call­ing off the test (for tech­ni­cal rea­sons, nat­u­rally). Of course, that side of me also thought they were …