Category: Yo Ivanhoe

  • These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruin: A Collection Of Scraps From One More Sleepless Night

    How ashamed must be the loathsome models who wake up in the morning in bed with ZZ Top? In the old bar of my early days as an inebriate there was a mural there on the wall, a tableau of drunken trolls, a forest scene, I seem to remember, a vertitable sprawl of blasted trolls,…

  • When Music Came To The Mountain

    All right, everybody get in line and listen up. I want you gentlemen to get some shut-eye tonight so you can get up and be ready to hump it first thing in the morning. We’ll be traveling seven miles to the east over rugged terrain. Word has it we might be in for some heavy…

  • THE TRUTH, AS ALWAYS, WAS CHRONIC

    Lion, lout, rough beast, sick dog, oracle, and oaf: Hunter S. Thompson, 67 Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird heroes and mold-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who…

  • A Few More Pertinent Details By Way Of An Introduction

    I live in Minneapolis, the fiftieth state in the union, known far and wide as the Moon Crater state and Green Grocer to the world. There are over 1000 lakes in Minneapolis, and herds of bearded reindeer in the north country. I’m sorry, Minnesota is the fiftieth state in the union, etc. Minneapolis is the…

  • Tarrare Bom-De-Ay!

    In the unsavoury annals of polyphagy, the worst glutton of all time was the Frenchman known as Tarrare. It is not known if Tarrare was his real name or a nickname, but it has survived in such expressions as “Bom-bom tarare!” and “Tarrare bom-de-ay!” referring to powerful explosions or fanfares and, by inference Tarrare’s own…

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