Lileks. Now. He’s fisking.
Thorough job of fisking. The commentary was good stuff, too.
No one does it like Lileks.
Jeez. That stuff he fisked was almost too painful to read. Just wow.
Yup. About two years after I’d moved to the Bay Area, a local friend asked me, quite seriously, “You’re not really from Michigan, are you? Because you’re into literature and college-rock music, not like what I’d expect from someone from the midwest.” I thought of saying that the last movie she’d raved about, “Legends of the Fall,” was based on part of a book by an amazing Michigan writer, and with our garage rock and proto-punk of the late sixties and early seventies, we kind of INVENTED alternative rock (while Californians were doing long bloated overproduced overmarketed cheese albums) but I didn’t think she’d understand. Sad to see that people on the coasts still think that way. Me? I live in Georgia now, one of those backwards states that Californians make fun of, possible because it hosts the gayest city in the US. Fucking back country weirdos. /s
The venerable Iowahawk spotted the Atlantic article as well, and made mincemeat fit for a Christmas pie out of it.
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