Letter From The Editor – Digital V. Analog
“It now appears that books in the form so beloved by Uncle Alex and me, hinged in unlocked boxes, packed with leaves speckled by ink, are obsolescent. My grandchildren are already doing much of their reading from words projected on the face of a video screen. Please, please, please wait just a minute.
At the time of their invention books were devices as crassly practical for storing or transmitting language, albeit fabricated from scarcely modified substances found in forest and field and animals as the latest Silicon Valley miracles. But by accident, not by cunning calculation, books, because of their weight and texture and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes and then our minds and souls in a spiritual adventure I would be very sorry for my grandchildren not to know about.”
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Timequake
Eat Me Drink Me – Taco Time
Summertime is about to hit us here in Japan like a PCP-sniffing vacaloca, hot-tipped horns in front, bearing down humidity, bringing the fire. The only way to fight fire is with fire, or in my case, with chilis. Heading back to the U.S. isn’t a usual thing for the possibly perpetual expatriate. So, one must [...]
Wharehouse – Chinatown
“It is not a very fragrant world, but it is the world you live in, and certain writers with tough minds and a cool spirit of detachment can make very interesting and even amusing patterns out of it. It is not funny that a man should be killed, but it is sometimes funny that he should be killed for so little, and that his death should be the coin of what we call civilization. All this still is not quite enough.”
Raymond Chandler, The Simple Art of Murder
HESO Magazine – Cockle Bread
Imagine the scene in Ghost- the one when Demi Moore is sitting at the pottery wheel with a button-up shirt, slowly working clay into a bowl. Late 1980s sex symbol Patrick Swayze comes up behind her from the shadows and embraces her with strong, yet gentle arms. They kiss, become one, all while the wheel continues spinning, the bowl falling from its form. What if that had been dough she had been kneading for a loaf of fresh bread? How would the scene have come out differently? How would that have affected the oh-so sweet lovemaking?
Wharehouse – Mapping / Listing
We are a culture of collectively useless maps.
Temporary tracings of lead-lined roads destined for incomplete blurbs in fractured future histories.
The End Is Always Nigh.
Eat Me Drink Me – Food Inc.
People often ask me if it is due to religious reasons that I don’t eat meat. They suggest I could be taking some kind of social protest stance due to inhumane treatment of animals. It’s even been alleged that I may be missing some segment of intestine vital to meat processing. With more than a bucketful of genes from the land of Haggis and blood pudding as well as having grown up on Dodger Dogs and Disneyland Nachos, I assure them that’s not it (though apparently it is for Chuck Palahniuk).
