The RavenEvery day's another chance to stick it to the Man.Death and Blogs- May 16, 2003 In this case, it's us. The Raven bows out now, and hopes you've enjoyed reading this Weblog as much as we've enjoyed writing it. For now, it's time to focus on other things. When the urge to write becomes overpowering, we'll be back. Until then, surf well. Best regards, The Ravenhttp://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/16.html#a402 The Tax Man- May 16, 2003 Maybe the Beatles said it best: Let me tell you how it will be, There's one for you, nineteen for me&151; Cause I'm the tax man, Yeah I'm the tax man. Should five percent appear too small, Be thankful I don't take it all&151; Cause I'm the tax man, Yeah I'm the tax man. If you drive a car I'll tax the street. If you try to sit I'll tax your seat. If you get too cold I'll tax the heat. If you take a walk I'll tax your feet. Well I'm the tax man, Yeah I'm the tax man. Don't ask me..http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/16.html#a401 Rush to Judgement- May 15, 2003 I always do. That first microsecond of awareness is The Golden Moment, when your subconscious picks up the subtle cues, when your peripheral vision notices all the players. Your initial inclinations are usually spot-on. But then we decide to overlook, for example, the poor condition of the restaurant because we don't want to make a statement by leaving or whatnot, and the second thoughts come bursting in, breathless with an armload of justifications and rationalizations and we give in to...http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/15.html#a400 The Best Intentions- May 14, 2003 No, I told myself, I will never allow this forum for the exploration of all that is wonderful and compelling about the human condition to become a simple "news of the weird" kind of curio shoppe. I'd rather talk of lofty things and contemplate our infinite potential as a species. And then we have days like this one. Animals run amok, psychotic bagel-wielding nurses, you look at this stuff, and you wonder how we ever made it this far. Used to be, you could leave the house, grab a bit of string...http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/14.html#a399 Only a Motion Away- May 13, 2003 And I would not give you false hope, not on this strange and mournful day. Most of our selections this morning deal with kids in one form or another, and before we get started, allow me to say that the Raven has never been very fond of the young. They're midget idiots, far as I'm concerned, and when a waitress at a restaurant asks me if I've got a seating preference, I usually say, "Yeah, no children!" Nothing ruins a romantic dinner over candlelight faster or more thoroughly than the...http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/13.html#a398 What You Don't See- May 12, 2003 Just might kill you. That's how it looks this morning. The stories are all about hidden dangers and concealed threats&151;the monsters from the ID, if you like. For instance, in Atlanta, we've got another road rage incident, and police are frantically searching for the driver of a blue Ford pickup who "engaged" the driver of a white Chevy Blazer. The Blazer driver lost his life as a result of the ensuing "high-speed chase." Could've been you. Jump in the car, head to the store for a six-pack,...http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/12.html#a397 An Environment of Operations- May 10, 2003 In an essay penned recently under the nominative heading of an "Environment of Surfaces," writer Art Jacobson at Ojo Caliente posits an operational view of human existence that seems to describe, or state, a mode of being separated from the common or generally accepted notion of being as an expression of intentionality. By "operational," I mean that an "environment," as Jacobson forwards the idea, is a theater in which one performs certain actions; admittedly, all actions are locative with...http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/10.html#a396 R&R with R&R- May 7, 2003 Your host and the ever-lovely and talented Ravenatrix are headed south for a few days of adventure along the Gulf coast. We'll be exploring historic Apalachicola and the port St. Joe area. If we're feeling exceptionally invincible, we'll probably try a raw bar of some sort, demolishing plates of fresh oysters and shrimp washed down with bottles of ice-cold Abita. The place we're staying, a sort of B&B, offers horseback riding along the surf, as you can see in this photo from their...http://blogs.salon.com/0001381/2003/05/07.html#a395 |