Dave Goodman Featured Transmogrification of The Soul: The Reliable Rebirth Narrative of the Great American Road Trip The cross country journey in America is its own poem, its own song of a nation, and its own spiritual rebirth. Time to press onwards through familiar terrain into the next unknown. . .
Dave Goodman Achieving Spiritual Union Through The Passionate Pursuit of Vice In the monotheistic world, we have forcefully eschewed this. We live in a brutalist Manichean world, like a Hoover Dam Sized Firehose being choked off with a mix of circumcision, Catholic shame, and Protestant self-hatred holding fast the kink with all its Abrahamic might.
Dave Goodman The Varieties of Hipster Experience and The Slippery Slope of "Authenticity" Gilly’s was not playing by the rules. In fact, it wasn't even playing at all. Gilly’s was an unreconstructed dive bar. It was uninhibitedly, unapologetically gross - where gross people come to do gross things.
Dave Goodman Featured Artistic Liberation, Strange Bedfellows, and The Unspeakable Luxuries of the (Itinerant) Simple Life It was touching. The Gadsden flag people evidently have not made it to Armenia, Rubin's home. "The *real* Armenia. U.S.S.R. Armenia. Not Armenia from. . .'Greece,'" he scoffs. I smile in recognition, as if I have any idea what he's talking about.
Dave Goodman Featured The Passive Aggressive Post-Honk: A Talisman of the Fecklessness of Our Time The "Millennial Honk" is the perfect metaphor for our time in that it is at once completely annoying and that nothing will ever actually be accomplished by it.
Dave Goodman The Platonic Ideal of the Old San Joaquin: Charmlessness with a Hint of Spice. But what you lack in pizazz, Manteca, you more than make up for in. . .remoteness from any semblance of natural beauty.
Dave Goodman The Delights of Second City Springtime Up here, there's something almost crystalline about it, as if the Spring is encased in a pure shell of timeless glory, like a still frame in a movie, trying not to move lest it disturb the just perfect balance.
Dave Goodman The Southwest's Plus-Size Cousin is Worth Its Weight in Buried Silver The endless dryness, unpunctuated by spectacle or wondrous glamour of any kind- it's just rock after rock with even rockier mountains dividing the vast sprawls of gravel. It's a hard sell, to be sure.
Dave Goodman Matzoh Ball Posole: A Tale of Redemption and Joyous Miscegenation The flavorous resemblance to dishwater (or, on meatier days, bathwater) has been inescapable. Not quite thick enough to be stew and not quite thin enough to be tap water, posole has a lack of flavor all its own.
Dave Goodman One Last Gasp of Hipster Throwback Nostalgia. Or The Most Important Cultural Phenomenon of Our Lives. The point is the shunning of economical equilibrium by choosing a vastly less efficient mode of creation than that which is so readily available elsewhere. But most importantly, there is that genuine desire to remember the authentic, the simple, and that more elusive quality than ever: the "real."
Dave Goodman Featured Why I Will Never Forget What I Heard in the Last Lonesome Cowboy Town In America I couldn’t help but think that I was in the presence of greatness, the spirit of St Cecilia in one of her many disguises, crying her way into the night along the streets of a never-has-been western town for no one to hear.
Dave Goodman Featured The Boy And The Blob: Gay Sorcery and The Capture of The Ultimate Prize In catching my gaze, he did not even try to conceal what was not a devilish, but rather a purely evil grin, which, along with a knowing head nod, said unmistakably: “Yeah, I’m tapping that.”
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Dave Goodman Cubans, Colonics, and Oxana The Hot Russian Yoga Instructor I couldn't help but audibly lol at the drill sergeant-y tone with which our super-Russian-yet-vaguely-trying-to-be-spiritual instructor barked out commands in her stereotypically broken English.
Dave Goodman How Redemption Was Born of Devastation in an Off-Season Jaunt Through The Crescent City Coldness brings out the hurry in everyone. There’s no languorousness in this weather, and the beauty here cries out to be doted on and indulged, not glanced at in the rush to get indoors.
