"Wade In the Water," sung by the St. James Missionary Baptist Church Congregation; led by Kay Flemings and Dorothy James. Shot by Alan Lomax, Worth Long, and John Bishop, Canton, Mississippi, August 1978. For more videos from the American Patchwork fieldwork and information about Alan Lomax and his collections, visit: http://research.culturalequity.org. [02.02.05 6/13]

#SuperFriends logic: If life gives you lemons, use the #HallofDoom Time Conveyor to travel back in time and destroy your enemies.

Spotlight: In Memoriam of Saturday Morning Cartoons


In case you haven’t heard, this past weekend was the first weekend in over 50 years where there were no cartoons on television. That’s right: The Saturday morning cartoon era is officially over.

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Last night I dreamed…

Last night, I dreamed of a greatest hits album called Indiana Tramp Songs, a collection of classics from the days of train-riding hobos. The songs were performed by a female singer; the list of titles appeared in vertical scroll over images of her singing and included “Papa’s Goin’ Bowlin.’”

Papa’s goin’ bowlin’
Papa’s goin’ bowlin’
And he ain’t gonna live here no more.

Well he took his old hat
And his old bowling ball
And he walked on out the door.

Negroes Everywhere: With this operatic infomercial, I unite thee. 

Grant applications.

Via Feirth: “‘Too Funky’ – Director’s Cut - Thierry Mugler’s original director’s cut of George Michael’s “Too Funky” video is pretty spectacular. It differs quite a bit from the official clip, which focused on a few models strutting down a runway. Compared to the official version, this original take, directed by the fashion designer, had many more models featured (female and male) and an arguably more coherent storyline.”


Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.


Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

New Poems by Brad Liening

Via Gobbet: “Brad Liening is the author of Death Salad (available from gobbet press). Recent poems have appeared in Hotel Amerika and Inpatient Press. He lives in Minneapolis.”


Contractual swag piles up under multinational gauze.
Judging by the drowning we’re one product away
From final irrelevance.

O how meaning flees
Is the subject of my unfinished dissertation.
In the meantime, the meantime.

I drink and die. I wave away.
Candidates caterwaul a sleepless calling and lie
Down in prepared niches

Packing the primetime anomie.
Despair is emailed around the globe.
A gift bag is made in the image of starvation.