Volume 15 Issue 5

  • Sammy Devil Jr.

    If nobody else is willing to say this out loud, I'll step up to the plate. Barack Obama is totally ripping off Sammy Davis Jr.

  • American Eros

    We started out that morning from an 18th-century graveyard adjacent to Wharton State Forest in the Pine Barrens of southern New Jersey and made our way northward up the sandy trails that run through the oak and pine forest on the southwest edge of the...

  • Peace In The Middle West

    When you think about it, there's got to be a better place for Israel than the Middle East.

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  • Zinn And The Art Of History Maintenance

    Though not quite yet a household name, as historians and public intellectuals go, Howard Zinn has in the last few years become increasingly present in the public eye (whatever that is).

  • Raw China

    When I first moved into the neighborhood I took a walk with my friend who's an old China hand and helped me find an apartment.

  • A Dirty Little Rag With Filth In It

    Back in the late 1950s, when Richard Neville finished high school, Australia was in many ways, uh, what’s the word? Oh that’s right…totally fucked.

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  • Rogues & Upstarts

    Over 160,000 poor, poor convicts were stuffed into the hulls of tall ships and transported from the Mother Land to Australia between 1788 and 1868.

  • A Conversation With Lewis Lapham

    Lewis Lapham is one of our most distinguished editors and essayists, called “a connoisseur of the perfect word."

  • Prancehall

    I was walking down the street the other day when I had an epiphany. I turned to my reflection in a nearby shop window and said, "Hey, you know what? There's more to the world than just UrBaN Mu$iC in that Do It! column."

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  • Whsshkkkk! - Part 2

    In the 1980s I was in bands, three or four guys trying to play music together. It wasn’t necessarily good or well practiced, but they were always like, “Hey, let’s try to play that song again. Let’s prove we can actually write this stuff.”

  • Whsshkkkk! - Part 1

    Some facts about a man named Rat Bastard: Born Frank Falestra and unceremoniously given his current moniker by a shitty punk band he recorded 20 years ago, he lives in Miami, three blocks away from the thong-riddled shores of South Beach.