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Sam Gross, Tom Hachtman, Lance Hansen, Ron Hauge, Kamraan
Hafeez, John Jonik, Victor Juhasz, Ken Krimstein, Stephen Kron-
inger, Peter Kuper, Sara Lautman, Stan Mack, Zoe Matthiessen, P.S.
Mueller, David Ostow, Marc Palm, Matt Percival, Jonathan Plotkin,
Denise Reiss, Ellis Rosen, Laurie Rosenwald, Jon Schwarz, Cris
Shapan, Mike Shiell, Jim Siergey, Marc Simonson, Rich Sparks,
Nick Spooner, Tom Toro, P.C. Vey, D. Watson, Shannon Wheeler,
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Cerise Zelentz and Jack Ziegler.
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The American Bystander. The following mate-
rial has appeared previously, and is reprinted
here with permission of the author(s): Stan
Mack’s “Great Gran’ma’s Gospel” first appeared in
The Village Voice. Riane Konc’s “Seasons’ Greet-
ings From The Steinbeck Family” was published
online by The Toast. A verison of Merrill Markoe’s
“A Turkey for Lewis” appeared in The Wall Street
Journal. Matt Percival’s cartoon “Transitioning”
appeared in The Spectator (UK).
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guest verse is killer.)
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both have that “what will happen” look. procedure: please place everything into resident OB/GYN at no charge to either
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But I know what will happen to both of the plastic tray. of you. Now, I will keep your items safely
you tonight. Your watch looks to have a platinum here in my pocket until the procedure is
Ha, ha, no I simply meant that you will band, one which I am sure a thief would over. We have had some robberies, can
fall in love. It is written on your faces. covet so highly that he would not hesi- you believe it? You have been robbed?
Did you park on the street? Sacré bleu! tate to break your wrist if it gave him Twice? Quel dommage! Well, nothing
We must rectify that immédiatement. even an instant’s advantage in obtain- like that will happen to you while in
Sir, I shall not sleep until your car is ing it. Your seatbelt is jammed? Let me our care. Oh, this piece looks like an
safely in the tender care of our finest help you. But first: would you like some antique—a family heirloom? I will keep
valet. His name is Henrí, and he would brandy? I would, but I’m on duty. I will it extra-safe. Now, I will x-ray your wrist
die of a sudden aneurism were he to try some ether however. The only way to with this machine that is clearly labeled
learn you had eschewed his services fly, I say. Care for some? I insist—here as an x-ray machine. No, Dr. Henry and I
for…le rue merde. you go. must step into the other room, to protect
No, no, do not concern yourself; it is • • • ourselves from the radiation. When this
but the work of a moment. Henrí waits First time getting your wrist x-rayed? door closes it sounds like a bolt is being
behind this door day and night. Simply Well, you came to the right place, an thrown, but it’s just the hinges, which
drop your car keys through the mail slot orthopedist’s office, which is what this need oiling. I’m sweating? You don’t look
like so, yes? Now sit here, next to the is. Please sit down right here. Now, I so good yourself sir, I suggest we get your
cluster of gentlemen absorbed at craps. must ask that you take off any rings, as wrist fixed immédiatement. Remember
You are lucky, monsieur, madame, as they would interfere with the procedure. what I said about the hinges. We’ll be
typically our al fresco facilities are re- I apologize for the décor—we are in the right back, there is no need to get up
served for captains of industry and heads midst of renovation. Quite heavy reno- or cry out!
of state. I shall scurry to alert the chef vation. We are putting in a water slide, • • •
to your presence and commence the which will liven up our waiting room Ah, the expectant father, pacing out
slaughtering of our most contented veal in a daring yet not unprofessional way. his worry in the hushed confines of
calf. Adieu—no, of course I meant au You saw the sign on the door, yes? It the hospital waiting room, oblivious
revoir. My bad. clearly states that this space is in fact an to all else, even the penicillin burns
• • • orthopedist’s office. Now, if you please: about his mouth. Permit me to intro-
Come over here, sir! This is the Ster- rings, watches, and yes, that MedicAlert duce myself, I’m—aaaggh! Monsieur!
ling Select Priority TSA checkpoint. No bracelet for your penicillin allergy. Me? I must ask you to—please stop! Of
line as you can see. It is my privilege Ha, ha, no I’m not the doctor, just a course I have never met you before!
to curate your TSA experience today. lowly x-ray technician. That man in the I am merely a newly minted father,
Forgive the façade of informality given corner is your physician. His name is Dr. much like yourself. May I suggest that
off by the mufti; we find uniforms… Henry. I would ask that you not disturb it is merely déjà vu? It happens to me
gauche. My uniform is the smile on my him; he is going over the latest research all the time. I have that kind of face,
face and the song in my heart. You and on cases such as yours. Your wife? She one devoid of character which acts
your new bride— looked pregnant, so we sent her to our much like a vessel into which others
Really? You both have a glow—you
can both keep your shoes on, just until
we get to the van.
Ah! Our most commonly asked ques-
tion: it is unmarked to establish a sense
of understated elegance. Sterling Select
members are driven from curbside di-
rectly to the tarmac in one of several
luxury vans. The security screening
process occurs en route.
I see that you have a dog in a carrier—
either that or a very small, very cleverly
disguised police officer. I am joking of
course, as almost no police officer could
fit into that bag. I will assume that it is
a service animal; let us not speak of it
again. Now this helpful gentleman is
Henry; he will be our driver.
He is armed to protect our clients,
high-net-worth individuals. Are you
comfy? Now we can begin—standard “Overruled.”
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may pour their expectations, concerns oldest nemesis and tiniest police officer
and hopes. I understand how you might on the force. Le poulets, Henri! Run!
have mistaken me for another indi- —David Etkin
vidual who wronged you thrice over.
No, I insist we shake hands. May I ask
what type of watch that is? I want to
telegrams from
know because I collect vintage watches, a caveman.
but you don’t have to tell me, of course NOAA
you do not. My baby? Already born. A NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE
boy named…Henrietta? I know, odd, SILVER SPRING MD
but is a family tradition. Do you not see
it—er, him—swaddled in that chair in WHY GIANT GLOWING ORB IN SKY
the corner, in the same blue and white DIP BELOW HORIZON QUERY EACH
swaddling blanket used in hospitals NIGHT CAVEMAN FEAR ORB NOT
the world over? You know, I really like RETURN STOP SOMETIME THROW
you and want our children to be as SPEAR AT SMALLER ORB THAT
fast a pair of friends as we’re clearly CHASE BIG ONE AWAY STOP NEVER
becoming. Look—they’re bringing out HIT IT BUT SOMETIME IT HIDE STOP
a baby in one of those Plexiglas cribs. WHEN BIG YELLOW ORB RETURN
It’s yours, isn’t it? I’m going to put mine EACH A M CAVEMAN REJOICE STOP
next to yours so they can begin to get EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER STOP
acquainted. No? Are you sure? Well, APPRECIATE ANY ANSWERS FROM
I’m disappointed, but don’t wish to WIZARD THANKS
impose. I’ll just bend over and take TOG COMMA HUNTER OF BRONTO-
my child back and leave yours where SAURUS
I found him. What? Handcuffs?!? Your
baby just—ah, I see. It’s no baby at OFFICE OF PARKING CLERK
all, but rather the cleverly disguised BOSTON CITY HALL
form of Officer Arthur MacDouglas, my BOSTON MA
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GATOR OR SIMILAR COMMA WHICH bad at math. He didn’t carry a zero, and
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DEAR SIR COMMA RECENTLY SOMETIME TRUE STOP SOMETIME the Albanian mafia is angry.
CAVEMAN MAKE TRIP INTO BIG SQUIRREL STOP POINT IS MUST SAY But Frank will take matters into his
VILLAGE FOR SUPPLIES STOP ROLL NO COMMA SON MUST EARN GREEN own hands, even more so than one of
LARGE STONE WHEEL ALONG STOP TREE SLICES BY SELF STOP FATHER those younger action stars, or even a
GRANTED CAVEMAN STILL NOT SURE HAPPY TO SEND SQUIRREL THO similarly aged action star. Hold tight
HOW THIS HELP CARRY SUPPLIES STOP SQUIRREL ALWAYS WORKED onto your popcorn as Frank gets into
BUT GUESS IT WORK IN PROGRESS FOR FATHER COMMA WINK HYPHEN his Volvo, turns the keys, and drives
STOP POINT IS CAVEMAN LEAVE WINK BANG straight to the police station. His car
WHEEL BY SIDE OF ROAD WHILE GO TOG COMMA HUNTER OF BRONTO- might be under the speed limit, but he’s
INTO KITCHEN SUPPLY STORE TO SAURUS over the hill, which is what we think
GET SPEAR SHARPENED STOP COME —Patrick Kennedy audiences want in movies like this. A
OUT TO FIND SMALL ORANGE SLICE normal guy in extraordinary circum-
OF TREE ON WHEEL STOP NUMBERS stances. With a paunch.
ON TREE SLICE SAY CAVEMAN OWE coming soon. And you better believe the camera is
BIG VILLAGE MANY GREEN TREE An unforgivable crime. A thirst for going to be shaky.
SLICES STOP TURN OUT PLACE revenge. This time, a hero will take Are the police going to help? Of
WHERE CAVEMAN LEAVE WHEEL justice into his own hands. But here’s course not. But they’re going to assure
SPECIAL PLACE WHERE NO MACHINE the catch: he’s 57 years old! Frank Biebelberg that they’ll handle ev-
MAY PARK COMMA AND WHEEL A That’s right, get ready for your new erything, and at first he’s going to believe
SIMPLE MACHINE SO CLOSE ENOUGH action thriller starring a middle-aged them, because as a middle-aged man he
STOP MAKE SOME SENSE BUT HOW man. Except this time, it’s grittier and has developed a sense of trust in authori-
CAVEMAN SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT realer than ever. So you can forget Liam ty figures. You’ll watch with bated breath
SIGN MEAN QUERY LINE THROUGH Neeson, Bruce Willis, Nicolas Cage, as he gradually grows more frustrated
LETTER P STOP HONESTLY THOUGHT Keanu Reeves, Jackie Chan, Kevin with the bureaucracy. He’s going to ask
MEANT NO PTERODACTYLS AROUND Costner, and any other aging action to speak to their supervisor, and then
COMMA WAS RELIEVED STOP EASY star who has been in a movie where he’s going to angrily throw his cell phone
MISTAKE TO MAKE PLEASE SEE WAY they have to rescue and/or avenge the against a wall because he doesn’t know
TO WAIVING FINE THANKS death of a family member. Say hello to how to use an app and his daughter,
TOG COMMA HUNTER OF BRONTO- Frank Biebelberg, the grittiest, realest who would normally explain it to him,
SAURUS middle-aged action star you’ve ever met. is still kidnapped by the Albanian mafia.
Frank is just a normal dad living a That’s the kind of intensity you’re gonna
DUG quiet life in a suburban town, when get in the most realistic middle-aged
CORNELL UNIVERSITY tragedy suddenly strikes. His daugh- action flick ever made.
COLLEGE OF AGRICULTURE AND ter is kidnapped. And then his wife But guess what? Frank is going to
LIFE SCIENCES is kidnapped. And then his brother is take matters into his own hands again.
ITHACA NY kidnapped. And then his car is keyed. He’s going to meet up with old Army
“Mondays,” he mutters to himself, buddies and start training to become
DEAR SON COMMA YOUR FATHER because that’s what a gritty middle- the world’s ultimate killing machine and
PROUD OF YOU STOP LEARN HOW aged guy says in a situation like this. get his family back. He’s going to show
CAPTURE BEASTS COMMA LIVE Who’s fault is it? The Albanian mafia’s. those younger, stronger mafia fighters
WITH THEM LIKE FAMILY STOP VERY Why did they do it? He was unwittingly who’s boss.
FORWARD LOOKING STOP TODAY working as their accountant, and he’s And then he’s going to quickly realize
MAN BRING FATHER TALKING LEAF
FROM SON COMMA ASKING FOR
MORE GREEN TREE SLICES STOP
SON WANT TAKE WOMAN TO FANCY
CAVE WHERE FOOD AND MAGIC
DRINK SERVED STOP BUT FATHER
tracey kleinman berglund
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decoNstructed
Nyc
street foods
by Cerise Zelenetz
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get lite beer spilled on their good moc- buys your story, my name goes next to
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casins, and track beer stink into their yours in the “Written By” part. And as
mid-century bungalow over on North they say in Le Movies, “Fín”!
Pruitt Boulevard. —Alex Schmidt
You know you’ve had this reaction to
bad story structure!
Back to your paper. Write a large “1”
My NAME IS
in the corner. Now you have what we SczÖgLjÅTcH.
in the biz call “Page 1.” That’s where Hello! My name is Sczögljåtch, your tour
you’ll write a great beginning. A great guide. You can call me Shuggie, for sure.
beginning is like a sunrise, probably—I Do you know my country? Look on
am not up that early, unless I’m going your map. Some people say my country
Liquid soft pretzel ravioli,
to the airport. But your favorite novelist looks like a foot, with the heel pressing
yellow mustard pearls,
was up that early every day. Unless they down on our neighbors to the south,
served under crumpled
were an alcoholic, in which case they but their wells were poisoned in Roman
Time Out under kosher
preferred nights. And are very likely times, and they have been simple-mind-
salt block.
dead. Sorry. Anyway a great beginning ed ever since.
is like a sunrise. And great endings are Look out the window on your left.
literal sunsets, because that feels “cin- You see a huge, grand statue of Our
ematic” (Latin for “Hollywood-y”). Leader, all in ivory, but elephants are
Hot tip: you can borrow your story dead already, so no problem. He is so
structure from other stories. Because good, Our Leader. You say we have no
hot fact: great artists steal! Hot proof: rights, but we have. We don’t always
all of Pablo Picasso’s masterpieces are choose to use them. My dear guests,
ripped off from the Sistine Chapel. please do not say anything bad about
What makes them masterpieces? He Our Leader, even in your hotel room
gave them his own spin. His spin was a or on Internet or email or text. Thank
big “© PABLO PICASSO” next to that you.
one angel. I am so surprised to learn your Presi- Sous vide hot dog round, dehy-
Great news: if you followed this Uni- dents owned slaves—Washington, Jeffer- drated generic bun dust, sweet
versal Story Structure StructureTM, you son, all of them! Except your President relish foam, ketchup tuile.
now have a beginning, an ending, and Kennedy. He had no slaves. But he had
the stolen-hit middle of Star Wars 2. a mulatto, I believe that.
Wasn’t that easy? It was! Best of luck Now please look out the right window
with the remaining details. If someone and see our mercury extraction factory.
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Mercury is our leading export, mostly did. They could fight each other and we your memory the faces of our coura-
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for use in rectal thermometers. We have could watch. geous soldiers. We also have coffee
a saying that maybe you don’t know us, Interesting fact: we have more doctors shops for idlers. By the end of the day
but we know you. Ha-ha. than patients. Can U.S.A. say that? you will be exhausted, for sure.
I will tell you our history, okay? So We are now crossing the longest, I will now leave you at the checkpoint.
we began as peasants, like everyone. highest bridge in my country. No guard I have enjoyed this tour as much as you
Then Alexander the Great marched rails because company that built it is have. Good-bye to you!
through here with his Greek army. One bankrupt. Can Chinese help us? Who —Phil Witte
of his lieutenants asked him, “Why not knows.
take this land and have intermarriage
with the women?” But he said, “Why
We are very family-oriented. For
example, on your left on top of big cliff is
afghanistandard.
After almost two decades at war in Af-
bother?” So that’s where comes from new nuclear power plant—the good kind
ghanistan, newspaper and magazine
our motto “Why bother?” When you of nukes. It is owned by Our Leader’s
stories have become increasingly…
ask someone from here a question, they brother. The company shoring up cliff
routine. To save everyone time and
always answer, “Why bother?” is owned by his brother’s wife. When
energy, compiled below are the head-
Ottomans conquered us next, but nuclear plant is turned on, all of houses
lines for the next 20 years. While some
we didn’t mind because even to us Ot- in the valley will glow. So nice!
headlines might not fit exactly, they’ll
tomans seemed exotic. Have you been We will take a rest stop here by beau-
all end up finding a home, just as sure
to Ottomania? I hope to go someday, tiful Lake Drêd. Oh, wait, soldiers are
as the Pentagon will promise that ‘the
if I pass all my exams. Next came the pushing something into the water. We
war will be over next year.’
Habsburg family. They ruled us for will have the rest stop later. You can
2019: War grinds on in Afghanistan
almost 326 years. No one knows much wait, yes?
2020: No end in sight for US troops in
about this period. World War I we lost, The white cloud we are coming to is
Afghanistan
also World War II, but it was good, too, from our concrete factory, owned by
2021: 20 years in Afghanistan: a ret-
because we found nationalism. A hero Our Leader’s eldest son, just 16 years
rospective
arose from our people named Jozep old but so smart. You will stop coughing
2022: General asks: “What next?” for
Krzysztp. You know him? He raised soon.
America’s longest war
an army of rag-tags, but in the end he Nothing to see in the building we
2023: War in Afghanistan continues,
was defeated. The Dog-Faced Woman passed, just a supermarket. People are
participants say
betrayed him. lined up because there’s a rumor about
2024: Generals confident new “counter-
So now we are up to modern days. potatoes inside.
insurgency” strategy will deliver long-
We are still mostly peasants because Thus ends our brief tour. Please spend
awaited win
history is a circle, I believe that. your leisure time as we do, walking in
2025: Afghans, US brace for Spring
In remote parts of my country you the public square with our heads bowed
Offensive
will still find some of the original people. humbly, looking straight down. You can
2026: 25 years in Afghanistan: A look
They are like your red Indians. We don’t watch the military parade later if you
back
have cowboys of course, but I wish we choose, but no photos, and erase from
2027: War should end “soon,” Gener-
als say
2028: Imagining a world where the
United States is not at war in Afghani-
stan
2029: Taliban offers possibility of truce
with the United States on Afghan ques-
tion
2030: In Afghanistan war, war grinds on
2031: Can you believe it’s been 30
years? The U.S. in Afghanistan
2032: New strategy proposed by Gener-
als: Truce with Taliban
2033: Inside the longest war since some
Roman shit
2034: Children of the heroes of the war
in Afghanistan—what they’re doing now
2035: No end in sight for Afghan, U.S.
troops (in Afghanistan)
2036: Spring offensive looms for allied
troops
“Sorry. That may have been the booze lashing out.” 2037: Promising gains made in Afghani-
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stan, some suggest
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An afternoon
in portland.
You’re walking around town one beauti-
ful afternoon when it hits you: I could
really use a cup of coffee. Fortunately,
you find yourself in Portland, Oregon,
so getting coffee is about as difficult as “Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick.
locating the back of your eyelids. You Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick.
cross the street and into The Beard Then I thought, why not just take a real bath?”
& Bean.
“What can I do you for?” asks a mus-
tache attached to a human face. At first, you are physically shaken by into your consciousness, compressed
“One coffee, please.” the coffee’s acidity. Fighting the full- into a single unbearable moment. At
“Would you like to try our new brew? body pucker, you squint down at the the climax of your emotional agony, you
The beans have passed through three tan line where your watch used to be; lock eyes with the owner of the hacky
generations of wild mountain goats, and surely it’s an acquired taste. sack and realize it’s none other than
were hand-roasted at 2,000 feet below You choke down sip after sip of sour Shia Labeouf. You feel as though you’ve
sea level.” bean water as colorful fixed-gear bikes known him—truly known him—for a
“I suppose I should,” you say. It seems and ludicrously high-end strollers pass thousand lifetimes. Your anxiety lifts.
rude to say no, given all the effort. you by. Just as you begin to lose your- Shia convinces you to stay in Portland
After placing a down payment on your self in the spectacle of wheels, a green, another week to help him develop his
eight-ounce beverage, the iPad shows yellow and black hacky sack ricochets latest experimental performance piece.
three tip options: off the side of your head. He thinks it could be the big break that
1. Hand over your watch. A man—either a member of the gets his career back on track, and you
2. (Paid sponsorship with Wells Fargo) homeless community or an A-list ce- believe in him more than you’ve ever
Take out a $15,000 business loan on lebrity—emerges from behind a nearby believed in yourself. And you’ve already
behalf of your barista. oak. lost your job, so…
3. Designate your barista as the primary “Hey man, you got our sack?” You As the sun sets upon the Willamette,
beneficiary of your living will. toss him the pouch. “You wanna get the two of you make long, passionate
You fork over your $200 watch, in?” he asks. love on the boulevard overlooking the
then climb into a cryogenic freezing “I’m good.” You’ve still got $14,500 of water. After, you finish the coffee. Shia
chamber. coffee left. compares it favorably to ayahuasca.
One lunar cycle later, your beverage is “Come ooon, man, don’t be sackreli- Portland, you think to yourself. What
ready. At this point, you’ve missed three gious!” a town.
of your daughter’s soccer games, not to “Alright fine,” you say, putting the —Thatcher Jensen
mention your flight home. Of course, coffee in the lee of the oak, so it won’t
you’ve been fired, and most people back get kicked over. “Hack me in.”
“First you gotta hit this,” he says,
How to clean
home think you’re dead. But this is a
special brew. You thank the barista, producing a joint from behind his ear. your apartment.
with whom you feel a closer connection, Before you can ask whether it too was 1. Look at the dust, debris and grime.
now that you’ve grown a full beard. grown 2,000 feet below sea level, two Stare at your sink drain until you envi-
“Enjoy, man,” he says. You plan to. more homeless/celebrities pop out from sion the germs at hundreds of times
You walk your coffee outside and over to behind the same tree, wrestle you to their size. Hear their command: “Give
the edge of the Willamette River before the ground, and force the joint upon up.”
taking your first sip. It’s a rare sunny you. It contains far more than just On cleaning?
day in Portland, and not too hot. Despite marijuana; as you fade into a Lewis “For starters.”
all the angry—then concerned—then Carrollesque delirium, every iota of 2. Worry about how this all looks.
despairing—texts, life is good. regret you’ve ever experienced floods Your parents would be ashamed. They
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stan mack’s chronicles
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always thought you were bright, your lungs. swallow the Earth.
handsome, promising. You’re 35 and 6. Try for one minute to clean the All the dust on your floor, soap scum
there’s a dish in your sink that’s been bathtub and then realize it’s never in your bathroom, and food particles
so soiled, for so long, that you’re prob- going to look white. in the crack between your stove and
ably just going to throw it away. Go to the store. Buy spray, gloves, the wall have disappeared because the
3. Feel like you can’t control any and a sponge. Bring them into the Sun swallowed the Earth and inciner-
aspect of your life. bathroom. Put on the gloves. Spray ated everything.
Others are exercising, excelling in the spray. Scrub. It still looks kind 10. Wait 10,000,000,000,000,000,0
their careers, and enjoying loving rela- of brown. Scrub again. Still brown. 00,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,0
tionships. You can’t even clean weekly That’s what you get for trying. 00,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,0
so it doesn’t look like you live in a 7. Hire a maid and feel guilty about 00,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,0
meth den (minus the mood-enhancing asking someone to clean for you. 00,000,000,000 more years for the
benefits of meth). Feel like a privileged monster as you heat death of the universe.
4. Hide beneath the covers. watch her unpack her supplies. You The universe has expanded so much
It’s dark and warm in there. Safe. can’t order another human being to that it’s reached thermodynamic equi-
You needn’t buy gloves, sponges, and tidy up your mess. Pay 20 percent librium and is too cold to move ever
spray, clean the vacuum filter, charge more than the agreed-upon fee; fran- again. Every molecule is still, in place,
the vacuum battery, and empty the tically tell her this was all a mistake incapable of becoming disorganized.
vacuum canister before you even start and she must leave. Your apartment is absolutely, irrevers-
cleaning. Go back to sleep. 8. Wait 80 years. Die. Someone will ibly, finally clean.
5. Panic about what this filth does clean your home before the next —Jonathan Zeller
to your health. person moves in.
You can’t sleep. You see the color of
the windowsill. Car exhaust, asbestos
From dust you came, to dust you will
return, and in dust you lived. Your
go-shichi-go.
One has to assume
particles, and whatever is rising off apartment will be cleaned, one way
that haiku must be awesome
of the canal seep through the tiny or another.
when in Japanese.
gaps between your window and your 9. Wait 7.6 billion years for the
—David Chelsea
wall second by second, and then into Sun to expand into a red giant and
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AFFIRMATIoN
i
BY ALICIA KRAFT
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believe iN you
Be strong—Ramón at the carving station will understand
tom hachtmaN
o
kay, Joey, today is the day. Ramón at the meat carving station
No more excuses. In fifteen will take offense when you approach
minutes’ time, when you find him with a plate that has other food
yourself in line at Old Country Buffet, items already on it. You do not need
you are going to help yourself to a to leave your non-ham plate at the
variety of wholesome, tasty dishes— table so you can approach him un-
and at least one of those items is not encumbered. Ramón is a true profes-
going to be ham. sional. He can easily place heaping
Make no mistake: ham will probably portions of thick, sweet ham onto
make an appearance, and a generous one side of a plate without disrupting
one at that. But when you carry your its other contents. You’ve seen him
tray back to the table where your do it with other people all the time.
family is enjoying their Sunday dinner, Sure, Ramón may take genuine
today that tray will not be an unbroken pleasure in making small talk about
mountain of pink, salted pork. You the 49ers while he slices hearty
will not eat until you are full, only to chunks of cured meat just for you,
find that you have eaten nothing but but it doesn’t necessarily follow that
ham. You will not feel ill at the sight he will feel pain if your conversation
of any pieces of uneaten ham left on takes a few seconds less than usual.
your plate, vowing to never eat ham again, all the while In all honesty, he would probably not even be upset if you
knowing that you will do it again next time. That all-or- skipped the carving station altogether today. Ramón respects
nothing mentality has no place at your table today. the sanctity of his customers’ free will, even when it means
No, Joey. Today, when you see the spread of delightful side a slower day at work.
dishes, pastas, and non-ham meats that Old Country Buffet But your choices today are not for Ramón. They are for
offers its diners, you will stop walking and you will scoop Joey and Joey alone. And this time, Joey, you are not going
one of them onto your plate. They might have that baked to make your blood pressure spike with the sudden influx
mostaccioli that your daughter was enjoying two weeks ago, of sodium that only a tray piled exclusively with ham can
and today you can share that experience with her. Some provide. If your blood pressure spikes today, it will be from
spicy chicken wings might just hit the spot. Maybe even the salt in all of the other delicious foods that you eat at
some sauteed spinach will find its way into your spread. Old Country Buffet—in addition to a still-ample serving of
Heck, if things go well, who’s to say you couldn’t sample steaming, fresh ham.
all three? You can do it, Joey; if only just for this week.
Do not, even for one second, let yourself think that
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BY riane konc
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ear friends and family, gift is traditionally pearl, but, well, you know, so I gave Elaine
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! It has been what I give her most years: something fashioned from a corn
another dry and brutal year in the Salinas Valley. In husk. She in turn gave me what every man desires from his
case you do not have our previous holiday letters on hand, I wife: a personalized flask with a moustache on it. When
will remind you that the Salinas Valley is a lush depression I drink from it, it appears as though I have a moustache,
winding through the mountains west of the San Joaquin which brings me endless delight, and even Elaine, whose
Valley. There is enough sunlight and enough rain in the body has borne many children and has known unspeakable
Salinas that just about any crop a man plants should grow suffering, when she sees me drink from it, considers me as
and flourish. A man could live off the land, if he put his mind a man and desires me.
to it. He could sell enough beans or corn or, hell, oranges
even, that he could keep his belly tight and his flask full,
and he could put a roof over his head, and once in a while,
if he got the urge to, he could even go into town and lie with
O ur youngest, John Jr., is an exceptional student and was
given responsibility for the class pet, a turtle. We were
not surprised when it died, for the crops were bad that year.
a woman. Of course I (John) am only joking about that last John’s teacher took pity upon us, and trusted us to care for
part!! As many of you know, Elaine and I will be celebrating the class mouse, which died, then a bunny, which died, then
30 years of marriage this year!! We are Truly Blessed. a bitch pup, which died, then a shoat pig, which died, and
then finally, a beautiful chestnut mare, who gave birth to a
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interests include short lists, Oxford commas, and self-referential jokes. She peaked in 4th grade.
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T om, our oldest, has become
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stePheN KroNiNger
engaged to a plain woman with
sturdy hands. She puts a light in him
in the way only a woman can. Several
things imitate this light: a belly full of
whiskey, maybe, or the way a man feels
when he’s built something with his own
hands. Hell, a man walking in his fields
may consider the dirt under his feet
and feel something swell up inside him
like creation. But these lights are all
imitation when held up to the great sun
of a woman’s love. That love can bring
a man back to life. Why, a good woman
might do more for a man’s resurrection
than any preacher. Also Tom and Diane
are registered at Crate and Barrel. They
would be humbled to own either.
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HoLIdAy 2018
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BY TIM HARROD
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o, virgiNia
Inside the stocking there is only…emptiness
I
n 1897, The New York Sun pub- Neither, Virginia, is there a Jesus
lished a letter by eight-year-old Christ, nor a Jehovah, nor any force
Virginia O’Hanlon and its response benevolent or malevolent which
by Editor Francis Church, an exchange judgmentally supervises us from afar.
which would grow to be a perennial Though you own the pleasure of total
classic. privacy in your personal affairs, know
As Yuletide sentiment once more that this is neither gift nor privilege,
pervades the land, and seeing that The but a happenstance artifact of how the
Sun has long since set from the jour- universe has accreted, and the price
nalistic landscape, we take great pride of this liberty is a coldly indifferent
in reprinting the plaintive inquiry of a cosmos which would not so much
curious child and its wise response. recover from your immediate death as
fail to notice it, not for a thousandth
of a second, nor one-tenth of one-ten-
truth: Is there a Santa Claus? you will perpetuate the endless lie
—Virginia O’Hanlon of Santa Claus, the baroque charade
115 West Ninety-Fifth Street of fearfully bartering obedience for
material goods, a manipulative moral
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know, there’s that.
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nce upon a time, in a town called North Hollywood, This brought Lewis into the kitchen.
there was a 95-pound black dog named Lewis who “Bingo!” he said as soon as he entered. “There’s something
lived with a woman who only fed him twice a day. in the far corner of that counter.” He was startled by how his
Ever since an evil veterinarian cast a spell to make the woman nose had located his quarry way ahead his eyes.
think Lewis needed to lose a few pounds, the poor dog watched The next thing he did was bounce himself up onto his hind
helplessly as all his meals grew smaller. legs and plop his front paws onto the countertop.
Lewis knew there were many delicious things to eat hidden Instantly, time stood still.
throughout the house. The cabinets were full of cans he could As soon as he saw it, his head was filled with the sounds of
see and smell but not open. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse a heavenly choir of wolves baying in the Arctic night! There,
inside the cold metal box where the woman stored amazing pushed up against the wall…waiting for him and him alone…
delicacies. “Damn,” he could hear a dark voice bubbling up defining the word “destiny”…was a frozen 25-pound Butterball
from deep inside of him as his eyes feasted on shelves full of turkey. Lewis craned his neck toward the bird, stuck out his
glistening meats, and fragrant cheeses, tubs full of buttery tongue and tried to reach it with his teeth. “It’s not that far
sauces and plates of gooey pastries. “Go on, Lewis!” the voice away,” Lewis thought, “I should be able to grab it.” So he heaved
urged him. “Jam your upper body into that box and start his body as high as he could, thrusting it forward, lunging again
chewing, NOW!” But by then, the door on the metal box had and again. But relentless though he was, the turkey remained
slammed shut, leaving Lewis frustrated, grouchy and even unreachable.
hungrier than before. So every night, as he stretched out his “You’re making me drool so hard the kitchen floor is getting
big inadequately nourished body in the center of the woman’s slippery,” Lewis yowled at the bird, as he twisted, he heaved,
bed, taking up as much space as he possibly could, he prayed and he lunged repeatedly. “God damn you, you miserable
to the God of All Dogs to deliver unto him an endless dinner. turkey on your very own styrofoam tray!” he yelled. ”My back
And then one wintry day, something unusual happened. is sore, my legs are sore and I am STARVING.”
After the woman put on her jacket and got into her car to By 3 P.M., Lewis collapsed onto his side, defeated and panting
go wherever it was that she always went without him, Lewis from exhaustion. “I just can’t do it,” Lewis whined, humiliated
became aware of a tantalizing new smell. “ What is that?” he and ready to give up.
wondered, as long rubbery strands of saliva spilled out of his And then he heard it again: that low growling voice that
mouth and hung from the bottom of his lips like tetherballs. came from the depth of his being. And this time when it spoke,
Now Lewis found himself pulled through the house by a scent it spoke to him even more clearly. “Lewis, this is Tomarctus,
so thick he could almost gnaw on it like a steak. your ancient ancestor from 30 million years ago,” it said. “I
Slowly he searched through each room in the house, looking am shocked and dismayed at your attitude.” Lewis froze. “You,
for the origin of the mesmerizing new smell. “Nope, nothing who are descended not only from wolves but from bears and
in here except this tiny bit of spilled soup,” said Lewis, after hyenas…You, whose great-grandparents tracked and outran
he finished licking his way across the whole living room floor. deer and squirrels and musk ox, are now outmaneuvered by
“And nothing in here except this hardened smear of peanut a deceased turkey? Are you a hunter and a predator, Lewis?
butter and a microscopic trace of icing,” he said as he licked Or some adorable little rent-boy parakeet?”
his way all across the dining room, making sure to also care- Lewis sat straight up as the hackles on his neck stiff-
fully check the table top and every inch of the lower third of ened, surprised at the way his spirit had been revived.
the walls. “I am a hunter and a predator!” he cried, resuming f
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his jumping and thrusting with new vigor, walk, so full of raw frozen turkey was he, and cooked another turkey. She had
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“Dammit! That turkey will be mine!” Lewis grabbed the plastic styrofoam tray decorated the house and set the table
And less than a minute later, something to which the turkey was still partially in time to greet her guests. Yet, though
wonderful happened: he hit the front bound by plastic wrap and dragged his she spent the day making all kinds of
of the unthawed turkey with the nails turkey over to the screen he had dis- special foods, it appeared that she had
of his left foot, causing it to slide just lodged to gain access to the back yard. no plans to prepare anything special
far enough forward that he could grab Once outside, he knew he must hide his for Lewis. She’d fed him his usual meal
a piece of its icy packaging in his teeth. treasure from the rats and the crows and at the usual time. And as always it was
And this time when he gave the turkey the woman herself. But where oh where far too small, far too bland and much
a tug it was almost as though the turkey would he hide it? And that is when a true too crunchy. Yes, Lewis had eaten the
itself sensed that their two destinies holiday miracle occurred. meal anyway, without a complaint, as
were meant to be entwined. The turkey Because when Lewis began to dig, he he always did. But as he ate, he was
came sliding toward him on a cushion discovered that the usually hard-packed concocting a special plan. So after the
of water, skidding toward the edge of the surface of the earth had become nice and guests were seated at the table, and the
counter until it was airborne, then sailed soft from a recent rain. In practically no turkey was about to be carved, while
like a missile aimed straight at his head. time at all, he was able to dig a big enough Lewis sat drooling from the irresistible
Lewis tucked his tail between his legs, hole to bury the entire turkey and also smells that were filling the room, he
closed his eyes and scampered away cover it back up with the loosened dirt. found himself inspired by the spirit of
before—boom!—the icy carcass hit the His timing was impeccable. the holiday. Or maybe it was his new
floor with a crash so thunderous it caused As he was kicking the last dirt over the and deeper ancestral bonds. Whatever
the dishes on the counter to bounce. A turkey’s new grave, he heard the woman it was, Lewis felt himself pulled out to
box of cinnamon fell off the spice shelf. the backyard. He moved so quietly that
A fork fell on to the floor. no one even noticed when he left the
And when Lewis looked up, he again room.
heard that familiar choir of joyously But they sure as hell all noticed when
baying wolves and saw that a celestial he returned.
light was beaming down from the window Because when Lewis came back, he
toward the kitchen floor. And there, in was dragging his very own special turkey,
the center of its rays, was the turkey, now a little muddier but none the worse
directly across from him. for wear. “It’s even better the next day,”
Lewis was almost too excited to move. thought Lewis, as he relished the delicate
Cautiously he approached the turkey, flavor of the wet soil marinade on his
sniffing its earthy bouquet, savoring the tongue, pleased that he could detect a
smoky notes, not too tannic or woody. faint sprinkling of fertilizer and a hint of
“I know I should just leave it alone,” ants. “Its moist but gritty,” said Lewis, en-
thought Lewis. “That turkey isn’t mine. joying each mouthful as everyone stared.
I’m a ‘bad dog.’” “I ate most of it yesterday, but there’s
“Excuse me?” growled Uncle Tomarc- plenty left. MMM—just the way I like it.
tus, “I did not just hear what I think I rattling around at the front door. He heard Merry Christmas everyone!!!”
heard. If any of your relatives thought her shoes clomp-clomp-clomping as she And so, for this one bright shining
like that, do you think your species would walked into the kitchen. Then he heard moment, as Lewis bit into his turkey,
have survived for 30 million years? You her gasp, and cry out “Oh my God!” fol- nothing that happened could possi-
won that turkey fair and square, Lewis. lowed by “Shit!” when she saw the mess bly mar his good mood: not even the
It is yours.” and that the corner of her counter was shrieking guests or the angry woman
“Mine! Mine! Mine!” howled Lewis, empty. So preoccupied was she as she as she chased him around the room,
as he ran to his turkey with the passion attempted to piece together what had trying to grab both Lewis and his turkey.
of a lover reunited after being separated happened that she barely noticed Lewis’s “Oh I get it,” said Lewis, “You get all of
by war. And he bit into the turkey flesh, bloated torso or dirty feet as he waddled your turkey, plus as much as you want
again and again. And he ate and ate until past her, lapping up all the turkey juice of mine. Well, watch me swallow it all
he realized he was experiencing a brand that was smeared on the floor. “I don’t and make this the very best Christmas
new sensation: For the first time, maybe get it. Nothing outside the kitchen seems ever!” And Lewis bit off at least a half
ever, Lewis was no longer hungry. to have been touched,” the woman was of the the remaining turkey carcass in
After he had eaten about half the shouting into the phone as Lewis lum- one mighty bite, putting as much of it
turkey, Lewis noticed that the sun was bered off to a couch in the next room to as he could fit in to his mouth at the
now low in the sky. Soon the woman enjoy a long peaceful nap. same time. And then he took a deep
would return from wherever she was and And the next day was Christmas breath and he swallowed it, bones and
try to steal away his prize forever. Day—a day as perfect as any day could all. “Merry Christmas one and all,” said
Difficult though it was for Lewis to be. Somehow the woman had found Lewis. “Let’s do this every year!”
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Season’s Greetings, and an update on the thing we gave Eric’s face • By Emily Flake
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more like an appropriate choice
y goodness, is it almost
of consort when I begin my final
2019 already? It seems
ascent.
impossible that the year
The thing we gave Eric’s face
so eagerly anticipated by the
caused us very little trouble this
enemies of my husband, to whom
year.
I am sworn in body if not in soul,
emily flaKe
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