Posts Tagged ‘Ray Harvey’

  • Gap-Toothed Girl

    October 5th, 2016 | Writing | journalpulp | 2 Comments

      Chapter 1   Tournament night in a sweltering Las Vegas stadium, and the girl with the gap-toothed smile stood bleeding in her ballet slippers. The sodium lights of the arena lay upcast on the low-hanging sky above. There was an electrical charge in the air: a crackling undercurrent that came neither from the lights […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail: I Wish You Love

    August 24th, 2016 | Bartending | journalpulp | No Comments

    In bartending, as in life, the fundamental things apply. And time goes by. Thank you for watching.

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  • The Book of Dog: One of Us?

    July 5th, 2016 | College of Subversive Knowledge | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    If Dog had a name, what would it be? Brought to you by the College of Subversive Knowledge. Subscribe!

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  • Wodka!

    Wodka!

    June 17th, 2016 | Bartending | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    This article first appeared, in slightly altered form, in the Coloradoan newspaper. The Polish call it wodka. The Russians call it vodka. The word itself comes from the slavic voda — meaning “little water” — and, like water, vodka is colorless, odorless, and often enjoyed ice-cold. Distilled from fermented potatoes, or fermented grains (like rye […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail: Sazeracs & Manhattans

    October 2nd, 2014 | Bartending | journalpulp | 15 Comments

    A reader writes: In your last video (which I enjoyed somewhat) you said the Old-Fashioned isn’t the oldest cocktail on written record, and you are correct. The Sazerac is. When will you do a vid featuring that one, bud? Here you go, bud: Thanks for watching. Please be sure to comment. And watch all the […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail — the Old-Fashioned Way

    September 9th, 2014 | Bartending | journalpulp | 11 Comments

    Is there any cocktail that gets people as lathered up about technique as the Old-Fashioned? If there is, I don’t know about it. Come and have a drink with the unwashed.

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  • How to Make the Perfect Gin Martini

    How to Make the Perfect Gin Martini

    August 14th, 2014 | Bartending | journalpulp | 15 Comments

    The Perfect Gin Martini: This is Part 8 in our Putting-the-Cock-Back-in-Cocktail series: Don’t forget to watch the Carpet-Licker and the Cosmo. And Getting Numb with Rum.

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  • Update On Pale Criminal: Over 6,000 Downloads In Five Days

    Update On Pale Criminal: Over 6,000 Downloads In Five Days

    October 3rd, 2013 | Pale Criminal | journalpulp | 5 Comments

    For all who have been kind enough to ask about Pale Criminal, the first phase of my book re-release — via Kindle Direct Publishing (i.e. KDP Select) — is over, and I’m happy to report that it was more successful than I’d imagined it would be. I tallied a total of 6,322 downloads. I was […]

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  • Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail (Part 4): Whiskey

    Putting the Cock Back in Cocktail (Part 4): Whiskey

    March 13th, 2013 | Bartending | journalpulp | 16 Comments

    Whiskey — or whisky, if you prefer — is a distilled spirit that’s usually made from corn, rye, barley, wheat, or, very often, a cross combination of some or all those. Whiskey is almost always aged in wooden casks which almost always consist of charred white oak. The word “whiskey” is an anglicized version of […]

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  • Autumn

    Autumn

    October 4th, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | No Comments

    Summer dies, the long days wane away. The heat in the sky melts like lead to liquid pools. The hills beyond are as white as clay. Now creep in the gentle autumn ghouls, Trailing behind their silken shawls of Lethe- an mist. Shadows warp, gourds enlarge. And now what is always there but not Quite […]

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  • Tell Don’t Show — In Which We Endeavor To Demonstrate That Narration Has Its Place

    Tell Don’t Show — In Which We Endeavor To Demonstrate That Narration Has Its Place

    September 27th, 2012 | Storytelling | journalpulp | No Comments

    He was the only child of middle-aged parents, a miner-turned-truck-driver named Neil and Neil’s wife Angela, a half Cherokee lady of rare beauty whom Joel loved with all his heart. He grew up silent, a silent child, pale and skinny but healthy. He brought coal from the shed to the stoker. He took out clinkers. […]

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  • Pale Criminal: Haters And Their Mail

    March 29th, 2012 | Pale Criminal | journalpulp | 11 Comments

    A reader writes: Dear Sir: We read your book for book-club and I found it boring and reprehensible by turns. Between your endless descriptions and your philosophizing, I caught myself wondering, who would write such things? Who would publish such things? And there should really be a warning of what is to come. The book, […]

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  • Forever Yours

    Forever Yours

    March 27th, 2012 | Poetry | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    He trudged into the desert, taking almost nothing with him but water and a ghost- ly old photo of a lady beside the ocean. That first night, he lay above a dry creek bed. Below, he heard vipers moving through the sand with a side-winding motion, and he did not sleep. He’d grown obsessed with […]

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  • Putting The Cock Back In Cocktail (The Lost Footage)

    Putting The Cock Back In Cocktail (The Lost Footage)

    March 11th, 2012 | Bartending | journalpulp | 18 Comments

    Bartending for blood? Or putting the cock back in cocktail? You decide. The following footage (which is glitchy in spots) was sent to me by a thirsty artist: It’s always a little unnerving to see yourself in action, but I thank you for watching.

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  • Misdirection And Surprise

    Misdirection And Surprise

    February 23rd, 2012 | Plot, Suspense | journalpulp | No Comments

    Seven o’clock in the evening. A hot and moth-populated mountain night. Gasteneau sat alone in a rundown motel on the outskirts of town, a cheap room that he’d rented for this reason, because it was cheap, and because he could have it by the day or by the week, and because it was spacious and […]

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