Posts from the ‘Americana’ Category
Farm subsidies have never made any sense — and despite almost a century of entrenchment, this remains as true today as it ever was — and I will show you specifically how: how and why, I should say, the subsidization of agriculture devastates the vital, beautiful industry of farming and agriculture. My notions, first of […]
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That title is in quotation marks because it’s the title of an actual piece, which recently appeared in the Atlantic Magazine. This piece is an interview with a sociologist named Margaret Hagerman, who sought to “recruit white affluent families as subjects for the research she was doing on race” — and this is for a […]
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Tomorrow — Thursday September 13th, 2018 — Al Gore, Van Jones, Alec Baldwin, Harrison Ford, Michael Bloomberg, Nancy Pelosi, and many more will fly in on fossil-fuel-powered jumbo-jets and ride in fossil-fuel-powered motor cavalcades to gather together in fossil-fuel-temperature-regulated rooms (rooms composed largely of fossil fuels and their by-products) to lecture us again on our […]
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As a bartender, the latest wave of environmental misinformation and exaggeration struck particularly close to home. I’m referring, of course, to the environmental push to outlaw plastic straws in bars, with, additionally, the threat of steep fines. Have you ever heard of “noble cause corruption”? It’s when you’re so convinced that your argument is on […]
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She works in a diner called the Desert Rose which sits along the northwestern edge of Colorado, near the Utah border. It’s a small and undistinguished affair, worn and weathered but always brightly lit and burning like a little beacon in that high American desert. Triangles of cherry pie sit bleeding in the pie case, […]
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I My father laid-out flat on the mortician’s slab Looks purple and peaceless. He’s buried To the chin in starchy sheets. A small frown Is stitched into the middle of his brow, And his eyeballs are contoured roundly on each Eyelid. The floor crunches under our restless feet, As if the ground is eating, as […]
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(c)Ray Harvey 2011