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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

July's CD mix of the month

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Google me this

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This is perhaps the weirdest list in which I've ever been included.

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And should the devil drive up
With his business card out
I'll tear it to confetti
With a grin and shout

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Zip and kurl

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So part of my job is, every month or so, to update the city and ZIP code information in our database from a service to which we subscribe. As I was watching the names of new cities (or, more properly, valid postal nodes) scroll by, the new Missouri nodes raised my eyebrows. While Georgia has "Wentworth," Maine has "Waltham," and New Mexico has "Jicarilla," Missouri has "Country Mart" and "Linda's Kut & Kurl."

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What in the world happened to New York while we were gone? There are huge banner advertisements hanging over staircases in the subways and billboards affixed flat to the pavement on street corners. Is the city trying to make up for lost Olympic revenue?

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Les nouvelles de Paris

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Brief squibs from Paris.


I returned to our hotel yesterday evening somewhat ahead of the pack, owing to a slight, er, traveler's malady. As I entered, the concierge said to me, "The nomination is for London!"

I said, "Bonnes nouvelles pour tout le monde!"—meaning both our cities, as we'd been discussing earlier—and she readily agreed.


I began a new short story later that evening, sitting with Laura at a sidewalk café in the Avenue Bosquet, in pen in a little notebook she bought for me for just that purpose. The best moment so far in a holiday full of best moments.
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Well, okay

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Your Summer Anthem is Beverly Hills by Weezer

Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me

Your weird, wacky summer will be better than any summer in the Hamptons!


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A certain choleric gentleman

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From Laura Miller's review—yes, review—of Dianetics in today's Salon:

"Dianetics" belongs to a category of books that will be instantly familiar to anyone who's done time reading the slush pile of unsolicited manuscripts for a book publisher. This kind of book is typically an explanation of life, the universe and everything written by a choleric gentleman (often a retired military officer) who has holed up in a converted basement or former kid's bedroom to hammer out his ideas about how the world works -- ideas that have for too long been disregarded by the incompetents and assholes around him. (If you are not familiar with this sort of book, know that you have the slush pile readers of America to thank for that.)
Thanks, slush pile readers of America!
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June's CD mix of the month

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Why we fight

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Someone on my CD mix club mailing list posted a story this morning about how she ran across a stoop sale over the weekend which turned out to be John Wesley Harding's! (His real name, btw, is Wesley Stace, and under that byline he will be reading from his novel Misfortune this evening at Housing Works Used Book Cafe on Crosby Street. [Damn polymath!] Check it out, but show up early.)

Anyway, that post prompted me to post a story about the time I met JWH, which I reproduce here:

I met him several years ago when I worked for an online music company and he came to our offices to do a hosted chat session. I told him that I remembered when he was in Salt Lake City to play a show at the Zephyr Club in 1992, and how I won a copy of Why We Fight that morning from a radio station where he was doing an interview because I knew that all his albums thus far had taken their names from Frank Capra movies. He reminisced about that Zephyr Club show in great detail, and offered to send me a copy of a bootleg video that had been taped that night. "You might even be in it!" he said.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hadn't actually gone to the show.

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The Accidental Terrorist 30th Anniversary Sale

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