A San Francisco Chronicle article unearths what it styles “sexcasts”– podcasts that are designed for adult ears. “Sexcasts” include Gray Dancer
Personally, I find the term “sexcast” too clinical and not really all that fun. I submit the following terms for consideration: cockcast, knobcast, boffcast, rodcast, bodcast, or porncast.
New York Sun: “The New York Press, a troubled alternative weekly with a bare-bones staff and budget and a streak of nasty humor, will soon be refashioning itself as a more sober-minded newspaper with longer essays, fiction, travelogues, and a centrist political voice, according to its new editor.”
[RELATED: Americans are fucking pussies. Canadians are not.]
This Used to Be My Stableground
Material Hurl
Like a Surgeon*
Another Broken Bone in Another Hall
Who’s That Roan?
Beautiful Ranger
Don’t Cry for Me Amygdala
Goodbye to Medicine
I’d Be Surprisingly Ill for You
Justify My Cast (Arm Within)
Open Your Body Part
X-Ray Process
What It Feels Like for a Patient
* — No relation to the Weird Al Yankovich song. This is a new version.
So the Dave Matthew Band is encouraging people to bypass digital rights management on the latest album. That’s all noble and revolutionary of you, Dave, but your music still sucks.
SF Site: “Read from cover-to-cover in a short amount of time, Anima feels less like a book than an assault, a wound, an onslaught of dream-killing mirrors, a battalion of bloodthirsty words, an epidemic of images that burrow into the readerly brain and claw their way through the murk of accumulated wistfulness and self-delusion until all that’s left is the petrified carcass of desire.”