Don't Drink the Kool-Aid

A teak Hans Wegner continental breakfast table of rejection slips, convivial jabs at coercion and a few sloppy bribes later and the artsy-fartsy (ew...I hate that adjective) literary magazine Chronogram finally broke down and promulgated some of my brain droppings.


The events leading up to its publication are to me both gratifying and joshing simultaneously.


The story goes like this,

I got sick of the savant editorial staffs cast-outs after repeated attempts
of sending them material I found to be absorbing, thought-provoking, cheeky,
and with a strange high-entertainment sensibility
and sent them a singular sentence as a joke.


To my stupefaction and absurd amusment they published it.
Thanks guys!

I guess I am out of touch after all ~hehe~

I was so excited I went out and bought a zippo!
I don't smoke, don't intend to start so I suppose you could tag it as a 'senseless purchase'
but I must say I'm just as pleased with my shiny, smelly new lighter as I am with the magazine.

I can create fire goddammit!
Me and my peeps Prometheus.

In other news,
I'm writing a new piece on the "bystander effect," which is calmly transfiguring itself into a subtle non-canon reimagining of the Jonestown Massacre.

I'll throw it up in code, once its out of the delivery room.

Here's the link to Chronogram's website if you're interested in reading my mighty sentence!
(I guess its considered a vignette? Who knows anymore?)

http://www.chronogram.com/
(scroll down to "The Cool Side of the Pillow")

All joking aside though Chronogram's a wonderously highbrowed little digest of art, politics, verse and other goodies. Their While You Were Sleeping segment is always interesting and informative and they've published a swarm of talented, adroit and insightful bards and artists over the years, plus they post most of the content online!