What a difference five weeks of pointless, mind-numbing misery, humiliation, and dysfunction makes, huh? Our big wet president […]
Aneurysms
It’s 2019, kids. There’s something in the air. What is that smell? Lemon balm? Hope? Silica particles from […]
2018 was a big year for Tropics of Meta. We welcomed new contributors (shout out to Eric Michael […]
It’s that time of year when people in the world of academia remember what the word “anticlimactic” really means. All this building tension over the course of the semester, and then when it reaches its seeming crescendo in early December — splat.
Our first week in a post-Anthony Kennedy America was about as bad as one would expect. But… BUT… […]
Lo these many years ago, a scruffy band of boho assholes with incomprehensible lyrics and a Burroughs […]
As Hurricane Florence wades across the Carolinas with stoner-like efficiency, we were left with an indelible image that […]
This week was a banner one in Trumpian surrealism, as the big, wet president vowed that even if […]