Archive for the ‘fiction’ category

On Slaying Dragons

September 18th, 2007 | In fiction, personal, ruminations 

For a while, I was obsessed with the idea of slaying dragons. Perhaps it started when I read Tolkien’s immortal tale of The Hobbit, but it didn’t end there. Whenever low clouds would obscure the tops of the nearby foothills, I’d dream about venturing up there to slay the dragon that surely existed within […]

Dispatches: Coalition Against Animal Racism

September 6th, 2007 | In Dispatches, fiction 

This week, our intrepid reporter Steve Finch brings us news of a rather novel animal rights group. Steve asked that we file this story in the “wouldn’t it be interesting if…” category.
PENSACOLA, FL — The Coalition Against Animal Racism (CAAR, pronounced “care”) held their first public meeting today. The group was formed earlier this year when Donna […]

Celebrity Culture is Pure Subterfuge

August 23rd, 2007 | In Dispatches, american society, fiction 

Our intrepid reporter Steve Finch bring us a story to be filed under “conspiracy theories you only wish were true.”
HOLLYWOOD - It was announced today by a conglomerate of media moguls, industry fat-cats, and corrupt politicians that for the last hundred years they have been developing and refining America’s celebrity culture. From humble beginnings, around […]

‘China executes ex-food and drug chief’

July 10th, 2007 | In fiction, politics, world 

Zheng Xiaoyu was killed today for accepting bribes to certify fraudulent and dangerous drugs while head of China’s State Food and Drug Administration. The Chinese government hopes that this execution will showcase their commitment to food safety.
A fuller version of this story can be found here. But I found this story so interesting, and […]

iPhones, etc.

June 28th, 2007 | In absurd, american society, fiction 

“Hello,” I say to the 21 year old stranger waiting in line.
“Hello,” says the stranger.
“What’s the game?” I ask.
“To make manifest the insane desires of materialism run amuck,” he says.
“You don’t want the phone?” I ask.
“No,” he says, “this is a protest.”
“Oh really?” I ask.
“Indeed,” he says.
“Can I have the phone?” I ask.
“Yes, he says, […]