Pax Nortona – A Blog by Joel Sax
From the Land of the Lost Blunderbuss
Month: August 2003
“Fair and Balanced” is No One’s Property
Posted on August 12, 2003 in Censorship Journalists & Pundits
This isn’t “Things go better with Coke”, “the Pepsi Challenge”, “Winston Tastes Good Like a Cigarette Should”: this is declaring that phrases like “liberty and justice for all” or “ham and eggs” can be owned by one person.
Folk Revolution
Posted on August 12, 2003 in Blogging Crosstalk
I want a world where even rants, bad poetry freely posted, personal punditry, and pictures of cats can ripple forth from the fall of the smallest pebble to lick the edges of the big pond and make the reeds along the shore tremble
An Unseen Argument
Posted on August 11, 2003 in Book of Days Neighborhood
I wanted to say “Why are you talking of these things on a night like this? Don’t you know that the heat makes you crazy?”
Catskin Rug
Posted on August 11, 2003 in Cats
It’s the threat I use when one of our beasts has done the unpardonable. I set myself up for her interference by leaving an important print job running while I took a shower.
Today’s Mews
Posted on August 11, 2003 in Cats
Damn! If you’ve got to use that flashy thing every time we see an alien, how are we going to remember where the litter box is?
The Circus Begins
Posted on August 10, 2003 in Gray Davis Recall
Bill Prady (television writer): “As a person who makes a living off of making mockery, I resent them intruding into my world.”
Burnt Off
Posted on August 10, 2003 in Weather
A slight breeze came out of somewhere and raked the air so clean that I could make out the individual shrubs on the hillsides two miles away.
Boiled Brain
Posted on August 10, 2003 in Writing
Imagine boiled brain on a bristling hot iron fajitas platter, garnished with chopped red onion. Who can write under those conditions?
The Little Egg Township Blob
Posted on August 10, 2003 in Strange
Truth did not turn out to be stranger than fiction.
The Other Side
Posted on August 9, 2003 in Blogging Book of Days
On the other side of the monitor — through the wire and optical cables — is you, my reader.
