You know that sound that a guitar makes when it's cranked up and you play a chord and there's the sound of the chord and then this thrummmm sound that reminds me of whales and that sound leads to a faint suggestion of feedback, a squealing afterthought?
I  didn't go to work today.  I still heard about the Hitler restaurant in Mumbai or whatever.  Fuck that.  (Talking Points Memoist Jonah Whatshisname raised a good point when he said we don't mind Soviet kitsch but we abhor Nazi kitsch.  I guess the Jews have more clout than the Kulaks or something?)
I watched Devotchka last night.  They were ok.  Ok, I'm going.
 
 
