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I read ‘Blankets’ yesterday

which was rather tremendous


It's a memoir about growing up in a fundamentalist Christian family in Wisconsin, and falling intensely in love with a girl from church camp. As it's based on real life, the thematic content is all over the place (it bounces from celibate teenage love to babysitter molestation in the course of like 6 panels), but the juxtapositions work, and the growing disillusionment of the main character provides a scaffolding for all the different threads.

Here's a 'preview' thingy from the publisher. Time Magazine called it 'part teen romance novel, part coming-of-age novel, part faith-in-crisis novel', and that's all true. But with pictures! 

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How I spent my hangover: Leavin’ on a jet plane edition

Well, I'm off to Seattle tomorrow. Anyone who knows me in 3-D is encouraged to contact me for hanging-outage. Meanwhile, here are the fruits of my crusty-eyed Internet meanderings the last few days:

The results of a worldwide safe-sex survey. Among the results: Both the average Dane and the average U.S. American lose their virginity at 16. The average Turk has 14 sex partners in their life, compared to 9 for Denmark and 10 for the U.S. Oh, and Norwegians have the highest rate of sexually transmitted diseases of any country surveyed. And their food sucks. And their government has the spending habits of everyone's grandpa. And it's expensive. Norway just sucks, ok?

An Open Letter From A Black Guy to His Average-Sized Penis

Yeah, maybe if you were on a white guy, or an asian guy, or a girl, your reputation would be a lot better at this point. You might be a little more "remarkable." But the fact of the matter is you're on a black guy, and you are underachieving.

This Wired story about a love triangle that existed exclusively online, and involved only one person who was telling the truth about their identity. It takes place in West Virginia, so of course it ends with someone being shot.

A bunch of crazy pictures from my new favorite blog, Deputy Dog.

that's Caracas, Venezuela

That's a slum outside of Hong Kong, which was the most densely populated place on earth until the police raided it 3,000 times to get all the squatters out.

That's Dubai, which is the home of 30% of the world's construction cranes, and should more or less not have a license to exist.

And that's Tokyo, which is just incredible no matter where you look at it from.

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How I spent my hangover

The following points of light provided comfort in the midst of a red-eyed, gravelly-voiced Sunday:

This article, about the U.S.'s baffling, incredible criminal justice policies:

The United States—with five percent of the world’s population—houses 25 percent of the world’s inmates. Our incarceration rate (714 per 100,000 residents) is almost 40 percent greater than those of our nearest competitors (the Bahamas, Belarus, and Russia). Other industrial democracies, even those with significant crime problems of their own, are much less punitive: our incarceration rate is 6.2 times that of Canada, 7.8 times that of France, and 12.3 times that of Japan. We have a corrections sector that employs more Americans than the combined work forces of General Motors, Ford, and Wal-Mart, the three largest corporate employers in the country, and we are spending some $200 billion annually on law enforcement and corrections at all levels of government, a fourfold increase (in constant dollars) over the past quarter century.

And this one, about why AIDS is so widespread in Africa, but the 'coming epidemic' everyone has been predicting in Eastern Europe and China hasn't happened:

The cause of the AIDS crisis in Africa is what has now become known in AIDS jargon as "concurrent" relationships. Africans have about the same number of sexual partners as anyone else; they are just more likely to have more than one long-term partner at a time. Long-term relationships are much more likely to spread AIDS than one-night stands because of the low probability of a single sex act spreading the virus. Crucially, both men and women have multiple partners, in contrast to other poor societies where men may often stray but women's monogamy is jealously guarded. Western men and women are more likely to practice serial monogamy or engage in one-night stands. To oversimplify a little, Africa's AIDS tragedy is that it combines greater Western-style sexual equality for women with social norms that permit simultaneous long-term sexual relationships for both partners.

Urban Dictionary, a website to look up all that slang you see on MySpace:

Jill Off: The female version of jack off — unassisted autoerotic stimulation.

Remasculate: The opposite of emasculate. To grow one's balls back after they have been shrunken by an especially effeminate activity.

Hein: abbreviated form of "heinous" (pronounced: Hayn)

Jank: broken; unnecessarily redundant, superfluous, or meaningless; stupid or ridiculously moronic; bootleg or of questionable quality. “Fuck! This CD player I bought off Ebay is jank”

Work-hot: A person that may or may not be hot, but is the most attractive person in the set of people you work with so you lust after him/her.

Post-Potter depression: The empty feeling that comes from finishing the seventh book in the Harry Potter series and realizing there will be no more

Army of Dude, a heartbreaking Iraq blog by a Texan who has patrolling Baghdad for almost 15 months now.

"This occupation, this money pit, this smorgasbord of superfluous aggression is getting more hopeless and dismal by the second. It’s maddening to think that more than a year’s worth of blood, sweat and tears will lead to little more than a pat on the back and a hideously redundant speech from someone who did none of the bleeding, sweating or crying."


"In the future, I want my children to grow up with the belief that what I did here was wrong, in a society that doesn’t deem that idea unpatriotic."


"Despite being in a meaningless situation, my life has never had this much meaning. I watch the backs of my friends and they do the same for me."


"The building we picked used to be a whiskey distillery, and we’ve been busy putting up concrete barriers and wire around it. A house was too close to where the wall was supposed to be, so engineers blew it to smithereens and sent the family packing. The father owned the plot for forty years and comes by every so often to collect the useful bricks left scattered a hundred yards in every direction. Before he entered once, I patted his seventy year old frame down like a common criminal. Talk about community interaction."

Thanks, Internet!

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