by upright | May 8, 2015 | Ulysses |
—I’m melting, he said, as the candle remarked when… But, hush! Not a word more on that subject! Kinch, wake up! Bread, butter, honey. Haines, come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts. Where’s the sugar? O, jay, there’s...
by upright | May 7, 2015 | Robot E Lee |
ROBOT E LEE WAR JOURNAL: 7th May, 2015 In an effort to understand the values of this strange new world I have finally purchased my first “iPhone.” Its maker is a company celebrated for innovation, so I mistakenly assumed it would have some feature to...
by upright | May 5, 2015 | Arts & Culture |
Yesterday I began seeing references to several news articles citing a “study” that men’s beards contained some less-than-hygienic particulate. First of all— if you really want to know how unhygienic the things in your life are, read this, but...
by upright | May 4, 2015 | Ulysses |
In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan’s gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of...
by upright | May 1, 2015 | Ulysses |
—Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We’ll have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns. He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of tune with a Cockney accent: O, won’t...
