Justin Sirois's Blog, page 41
July 30, 2012
July 27, 2012
How I Met Your
If I were a fan of this show, I wouldn't resist sporting this around the office. I love how insanely bad and sterile the logo is. And the inverted star adds a nice satanic (big banks are scary) touch.
http://halfelf.org/2011/how-to-support-plugins/goliath-national-bank-mug/
July 26, 2012
talk about bad word choice
Well, the Bush's aren't known for their speaking abilities.
http://content.usatoday.com/communities/onpolitics/post/2012/07/laura-bush-republican-convention-george-w-bush-romney/1?csp=34news#.UBFiBGFumq8
July 25, 2012
July 24, 2012
Relevant? Chicago, the new Fallujah? Give me a break
Calling anything "the new Fallujah" is just lazy and irresponsible. It's like when talking heads compare George W. or Obama to Hitler. It's just ridiculous, pseudo-journalism. No mercenaries are being burn and mutilated and finally hung from bridges in Chicago; no one is baking people in their homes with white phosphorus in Chicago; no one is poisoning the soil with depleted (or slightly enriched uranium) in Chicago, and, thank God the cancer and birth defect rates in Chicago are not cripplin...
Dorothea Lasky's blurb for The Heads My Family, My Friends, My Colleagues
The poems in The Heads by Justin Sirois make me feel so many things. They are not “temples,” but “squishy” things that “I love to put my face in.” I like it that way. These are poems that are part of life, constantly affirming and reaffirming it. A life that greets you with its magic. As when "What fits in the hand/ grows into armfuls." Or when you "sex this bathroom until the bathroom ain't for/ bathing no more." Everywhere is the “imagery” of life that “repeats in heaps of beauty." These ar...
Dorothea Lasky's blurb for The Heads My Family, My Friends, My Colleagues)
The poems in The Heads by Justin Sirois make me feel so many things. They are not “temples,” but “squishy” things that “I love to put my face in.” I like it that way. These are poems that are part of life, constantly affirming and reaffirming it. A life that greets you with its magic. As when "What fits in the hand/ grows into armfuls." Or when you "sex this bathroom until the bathroom ain't for/ bathing no more." Everywhere is the “imagery” of life that “repeats in heaps of beauty." These ar...
