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The first item is something I hadn’t heard before. Dylan sings “North Counry Blues”. A young man, trying to sound older and more gruff than he really is. It’s a little slow, probably of interest to fans only, but give it a try. Item N° 2 is from Nat Hentoff’s 1966 interview with Dylan, soon after the folk singer went electric. It’s my favorite Dylan interview; just classic: PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-‘n’-roll route? DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I’m in a card game. Then I’m in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house dow...

Barbara Nicolosi’s Mary Mother of Christ has all its pieces in place , including Texas pastor Joel Osteen as Executive Producer.

My dear friend William Wilson, guitarist extraordinaire, has gone and plumb lost his mind, and is now posting tracks online for free.  You, the listener, are the winner in this situation.   But because the man has a wife and children, I will note that he also has items for sale .  Tango for One is my favorite.

Ah, yes.  Marilyn Manson by way of Fairuza Balk in The Craft , with a dye job from the Holly Hobby Do-It-Yourself Candyland Collection.  (Good to see she’s getting back to her roots.  Whoop!)  But on the plus side, she’s still staying close to her beads .

oh, man. look, it’s full of dirty talk, but if you’ve been following the fifty shades of grey phenomenon, you really should listen to the reading gilbert gottfried gives it. but yeah, lots of dirty talk.

Oh, good grief, JOB. Why didn’t you tell me about this?* *Meaning: how the hell am I just now listening to that CD you gave me?

It turns out there are five kinds of rum and over seven ounces of booze in a Zombie. But at least it’s tasty! Stormy weather ahead… And the hilarious part is that I wound up with a Zombie because I asked for “whatever drink comes in the Easter Island head cup,” but the bartender followed my pointing finger instead of my voice and told me I would be getting a Zombie, when what I should have been getting was a Mai Tai.  Naturally, I rectified the situation, because Easter Island . Of course, by that point, I had exceeded my tolerance for tropical drinks to the point where I had to order a whiskey cocktail just to put my humors in order.  However, it was thought that photography would be unkind.

We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweed’s iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world’s ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the county gardens for a wreath. – Dylan Thomas “I See the Boys of Summer”

RIP Maurice Sendak.   It doesn’t seem you got much peace on this side .

Has it been six months since New Orleans already?  Publish, Korrektiv, publish!

Isn’t it romantic? On a moonlit night she’ll cook me onion soup. Kiddies are romantic and if we don’t fight we soon will have a troupe. We’ll help the population, it’s a duty that we owe to dear old France. Isn’t it romance? – From “Isn’t it Romantic?” By Hart and Rogers

And it’s coming soon. Seriously! (Just like Jesus is coming soon, yo.) And this here is the first prong of our marketing strategy:

I want to hang onto this comment of Angelico’s and the passage he quoted from Ratzinger’s Introduction to Christianity , because I see it as key, possibly, to the unique character of Korrektiv. I re-quote it here as a placemarker for further consideration. No one can lay God and his Kingdom on the table before another man; even the believer cannot do it for himself. But however strongly unbelief may feel justified thereby, it cannot forget the eerie feeling induced by the words ‘Yet perhaps it is true.’ That ‘perhaps’ is the unavoidable temptation it cannot elude, the temptation in which it, too, in the very act of rejection, has to experience the unrejectability of belief. In other words, both the believer and the unbeliever share, each in his own way, doubt and belief, if they do not hide from themselves and from the truth of their being. Neither can quite escape either doubt or belief; for the one, faith is present against doubt; for the other, through doubt and in the ...

  For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely The pangs of despised love…  The book is called “50 Shades of Grey” written by TV executive E.L. James and it’s apparently leaving quite a dust in its wake. It’s being kicked about as the latest political football in the culture wars and has raised as many eyebrows for who’s reading it as for its content. A genre of erotic literature, it is attracting women of all sorts because it’s heroine, Anastasia Steel, is drawn sympethetically. A young women in search of love – and finding Christian Grey (I’m not making these names up!), a powerful young executive with a penchant for whips and chains. First there were “mommy bloggers” and now, thanks to 50 Shades,  there’s “mommy porn.” I pray that never the twain shall meet. But the books – there’s a trilogy of them – while clear...