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Archive | December, 2009

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank

24 Dec

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank

As promised, Christmas songs that I like. (more…)

Kris Kringle was a car thief

23 Dec

Kris Kringle was a car thief

Christmas music generally makes me want to hit myself over the head with a yule log. That way, I could be niiiiice and unconscious until the general public is finally spared from hearing tracks off Snoop Dogg Presents Christmas In Tha Dogg House. Sadly, even though I avoid malls, department stores and other dens of piped-in, holly-jolly music, the stuff is damn near inescapable. (more…)

Death or glory

22 Dec

Death or glory

I remember the day, seven years ago, when we found out that Joe Strummer had died. For once, I didn’t mind Chicago’s cold and gray skies. They seemed appropriately somber. That afternoon, while riding a crowded Madison bus westward toward Western, I wound up squished next to a fortyish guy with various punk buttons on his jacket. (more…)

Swimsuits, my ass

19 Dec

Swimsuits, my ass

As a woman, I’m somewhat expected to groan at the thought of swimsuit shopping. Women’s magazines devote plenty of ink to finding the right swimsuit for one’s body type (pear! apple!) as though we are a nation of Cathys. Through these articles we learn about padded tops, hidden girdles, string bikinis, tankinis, monokinis, and so forth. But nothing hides the fact that wearing a swimsuit is akin to parading around in one’s underwear, and no swimsuit can magically hide our jigglypuff. (more…)