artivism

"Eric Fischl ... created this bronze sculpture of a woman plummeting to her death, basing it on the many people who did just that during the 9/11 attacks ... ... Immediately, members of the public began complaining about the upsetting nature of the piece, and administrators at the center quickly covered it in cloth and hid it behind a screen." Right, because we wouldn't want to make mass murder look like something horrible? Watching policy getting made to appease those who don't get the point.

Okay, we're not fans of the Harry Potter books here at Easy Witchcraft. Never mind that the series, which has enjoyed unprecedented marketing and therefore sales, is little more than rehashed old fantasy standbys peppered with embarrassingly awkward proper nouns. We'll also set aside the disturbingly elitist premise of inherited "magical-ness.' At Easy Witchcraft, we firmly believe everyone is born with the capacity for magic.

The Senator has been linked to another online prostitution ring…but unlike recent tabloid celebrity Guvner Elliot Spitzher of New Yoke, Senator McCane is being investigated for being the provider of paid sexual services.

When the last tree is cut the last river poisoned the last fish caught then only will man discover that he cannot eat money.

Depending on your magical intention, you should aim to work with the cycles of the moon to receive the most effective results. The three major aspects of the moon are the Waxing (or New), Full and Waning.

Llewellyn's job is to sort and search these files, divining interconnections between them and leading the mouse pointer to the likeliest prospects. It is an inexact science, to say the least-but, with history to corroborate recollections of notable avatars, it is actually less so than, say, psychology, in which my past-life regression therapist holds a distinguished Ph.d.

We had determined, by cross-referencing my recovered memories, that my most recent life had be that of Norman Hartweg, a no-name playwright from California, who was best known as Tom Wolfe's snitch for The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

While these fuel barons are diligently researching the methods by which they can continue to fleece us, a "grease-roots" movement has already emerged to free us from the petrochemical dependency the media always reminds us we have.

So, you've probably been asking yourself, "How can I help those dorks at Book of Moron get a life?"

"Then one day I went out to see a friend, and I didn't have much cash on me. This weaselly kid, who I didn't really like, came up to me and gave me this whole cock-and-bull story about he was getting thrown out of his place, blah, blah, and I was getting impatient, and I told him flat: I couldn't help him that day."

Like an unwelcome long-lost lover who presumptuously returns and resumes residence without the tiniest accounting of possible changes in the interim, my alter ego has been pulling harder on the reins.

How hard will they look, though, really? Why did they go to all the trouble of scaring the bejeesus out of us with the hour-long sermon on the futility of escape, if we were really so hopelessly trapped? Starting to think it's all just hype.