Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Minneapolis.

New York City.

Scooby.

Imperial appetites.

Hedgehog tank.

Muslimgauze.

“Maybe we are on the cusp of a change?”

Maybe. —David Byrne publishes a corrective adjustment to his much-linked Wired piece on the business of the music business. (By the way, you really can make webcomics for almost nothing. That’s why the Spouse never goes anywhere Sundays or Mondays or Tuesdays.)

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Tekumel.

The Politics of Forgetting.

Abyss.

Sun Wukong.

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