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Monthly Archives: August, 2008

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The Whole World is Watching… Again.

Reenact '68 are planning to relive the 1968 Democratic National Convention Protests.

Razkuache

Razkuache is a celebratory fusion of cultural, personal, and political influences from the perspective of seven Chicago (specifically Pilsen) based artists.

Gay days a week

Here is a week's worth of queer activities.

Waiting for the Punchline

SAIC considers a comics curriculum.

Interview with SAIC’s new President Wellington “Duke” Reiter

SAIC's new President shares his thoughts on the city, the school and his new responsibilities.

BROWN BAG IT?

A guide to eating respectable meals near the Art Institute.

Be an exhibitionist

Exhibition opportunities abound at SAIC and beyond: in official gallery spaces, hallways, apartments and even a CTA train.

Horoscopes – September 2008

Outlaw astrology you can trust

you and he

He owns the leather shoes sticking out from the stall next to you, in the nightclub bathroom. He has that strange glance that makes you fear the stranger. He is your grandson, and you are proud of him.

Rollicking

The shit stained Texas sky seemed to say, “So what?” and wafted on towards the Gulf.

The Tokyo Hotel

This mural, see, it’s a big old mural in the alley on the sidewall of the Tokyo Hotel, a big old picture of an ever-devastated Virgin of a Mother, three spotlights spraying down and against her face like some kind of gangbang moneyshot.

Detective Story

You may have realized at this point that you misread something early on—the Detective Story you’ve selected is Defective Story.

A Short Trip for Bread and Toothpaste

It will teach me how to carve a six pack with forty minutes a day and how, with a left turn and hook up, to find the g-spot that gives a woman a superior orgasm; it’s all that easy. And one day you’ll understand, Freshman: you’re better right now than you’ll ever be.

all of it is beautiful

My flesh fell off and looked like a wet eraser

From The Start

You’ve always kept one eye on the ground, littered with rocks and fish and one to the dazzling blue ceiling. But then, and it’s only natural, your downcast eye begins to creep up to the top of your head.