Hunter S. Thompson is Dead

Another counter-culture hero has killed himself.

SARS In The City

I just had an amusing idea for a short story, or possibly an epic poem. The basic premise is that the dvd of Sex In The City, season whatever, has shipped with some kind of killer virus. Sort of like Ringu, only messier. The lead character would be a standard hard boiled private investigator, in the mold of Mike Hammer, only with an improbably lengthy and upper class sounding name, which would of course be shortened to something like Joe, or Dick maybe. I'll work on that a bit and post when I have something worthwhile. Until then, you'll have to be content with these advance reviews:

"A rollicking good read!"
The New York Review of Books

"Rich fare...heady stuff."
Los Angeles Times

"Perhaps his most beautiful
work...the artist seems to
have made peace with the
tension between man's ideas
of the many and of the one."