Sunday Comics
I think I saw you in the shadows. I move in closer beneath your windows; who would suspect Sunday Comics?
Sunday Comics
The troop was weak and weary, rations running low. Mission seemed impossible, we had to save the show — lost our map and compass, canteens got a hole. Read the Sunday Comics, a little rock and roll.
Sunday Comics
Buddy still I’m in it, but your gas won’t go. When you look on, look at Sunday Comics, but I’m too gone. I’m too gone. How that song go? When you get on, you get on you’re shaken.
Out-of-Context Photos are a Powerful Low-Tech Form of Misinformation
Examining how photographs do not tell the truth, but actually are the source of great lies. Lisa Fazio writes.
Sunday Comics
I remember the year I went to camp, I read the Sunday Comics named Selma and some blacks.
Somebody put their fingers in the president’s ears, and it wasn’t too much later they came out with Johnson’s wax.
“Lennon Walls” Herald a Sticky-Note Revolution in Hong Kong
Sticky note walls are changing the environment for protest and democracy in Hong Kong. Jeff Hou writes.
Sunday Comics
“Maybe just a ghost,” you say and forget about it. I stopped talking, then the Sunday Comics are talking to my nail stinging. I can snatch out; so cold, lost parts they are stinging me so cold.
A Mexican Engraver Revives a Mostly Forgotten Russian Printmaking Tradition
Alejandro Barreto discovered the lubki when he was learning Russian, and began to merge the Russian tradition with his own Mexican print work. Filip Noubel writes.
Sunday Comics
Wreck! Observe the front wheel spinning upside down Wreck!
The Sunday Comics fragments strewn around Wreck! The back wheel’s ‘O’ is now a letter ‘D’
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