Imagine hating puns so much that you would write something like this in a footnote when translating the work of a Nobel Prize winner

I’m sorry, there is only ONE WAY to do this lede, and this IS *NOT IT*.

It would be worth it just to hear Herzog read excerpts from Barthes essay on wrestling. Like, you can already hear this in his voice... web.mit.edu/21l.432/www/...

I hate April Fools. Here is a reposting of my annual denunciation:

You say “boots on the ground” what I imagine:

When the big fight scene is about to start on “Ninjago”

Was reading Renata Adler’s “Pitch Dark” and came across this description of BlueSky and the political vibes more generally

My fun Maurizio Cattelan story is that I was working for Richard Avedon when Cattelan came in for his portrait, and they needed my hands (mine are on the left).

Have you ever bought a bottle just for the name

This is the aesthetic

“You must stop Charles from…”

I mean… This is the most American shit you’ve ever seen…

In addition to commemorating the event with the wrong memorial, one might also note that it's an **AI-generated bullshit simulacra** of the memorial, not the ACTUAL memorial, which looks like this:

Zuckerberg: the average American has three friends:

HOLY CRAP, it's been bugging me for days and I finally put it together that Scott Bessent looks like the mayor from "Spin City" (Barry Bostwick)

Allen Katzman, publisher of the “East Village Other,” provided his readers with a rhapsodic, underground gonzo account (although nothing quite on the level of Mailer):

Visionary filmmaking weirdo Kenneth Anger was there, too. An Aleister Crowley acolyte, he took things seriously: He put 93 talismen in bathrooms throughout the Pentagon the day before. During the exorcism, he was under the Fugs’ flatbed truck, burning something and hissing at the man from Newsweek.

Norman Mailer (writing about himself in the third person 🙄) has a long section about the exorcism in “The Armies of The Night.” His account of the ceremony:

When performing a levitation, it can't hurt to invoke the spirit of Egyptian sky goddess Hathor, so Sanders asked Fugs’ producer and all-around occultist Harry Smith to requisition a cow, painted with ancient mystical symbols. (The cow was also, unfortunately, confiscated.)

Sanders and Hoffman held a "practice run" in a downton New York theater with a scale model of the Pentagon. (By virtue of coverage from the Associated Press, that event may have ended up with more press than the actual exorcism)

Writing under a pseudonym, Hoffman started recruiting folks to come to the march. In addition to over-promising on the musical guests, he threatened to “dye the Potomac red, burn the cherry trees, panhandle diplomats and try to kidnap LBJ while wrestling him to the ground and pulling his pants off”: