Rav Casley Gera’s Blog

The end is in sight. One Prospect and a Harper’s to go. Neatly, this almighty tidying-up exercise seems to have coincided with the lapsing of all my subscriptions, which I’ve made a point of not renewing. So I’m beginning to feel a touch of sadness at the end of my odyssey. Fortunately, some of the best stuff has come right at the end. [Read more →]

At it again. I’m now bedded down for a long haul. After tonight, there’s no time until Sunday, so better get on.

22:11pm. A writer from Harper’s “would like to hunt down George W. Bush and kill him with my bare hands.” Or possibly not, it’s a little ambiguous. Apparently Jose Maria Aznar’s government was toppled by a flash mob.

22:45pm. Marvellous story about a Mexican death race. One driver swerved to avoid a child in the road and flew, almost heroically, off the road into an 80-metre gully below. Unfortunately, at the bottom, he hit the crowd of people who had rushed into the road to look at the car in front of him, which had just flown into the next gully down. [Read more →]

OK. We’re back, as rested as a day at work can make a guy. I’m not going to bed until I’ve at least demolished an Atlantic and two Harper’s.

21:48pm. Apparently most presidents become mentally ill in the White House, and Wal-Mart is the biggest private employer in the history of the world.

22:11pm. The overturning of Roe vs. Wade would apparently lead to thirty years’ Democratic hegemony, abortions for everybody, and fivers growing on trees. Apparently.

22:32pm. Blood hell! They can make broadband come out of power sockets!

23:36pm. One in five American grocery transactions takes place in a Wal-Mart. Good grief.

And it’s time for sleep - and then, groan, work - again. Only one Atlantic and half a Harper’s tackled. Tomorrow, the hill of ignorance will be conquered once and for all.

Magazines. There are hundreds of the bleeding things, and I sometimes think I’ve subscribed to most of them. They attack me like some multi-headed monster; as soon as you’ve slogged through one, another two have plopped onto the doormat. From initially reading them cover to cover, then just the most interesting articles, I’m now reduced to skimming - and still there’s so much of it that the thought of reading anything, ahem, more substantial goes out the window.

Well, enough is enough. It’s Sunday, and I’ve put the entire day aside to clear out my magazine drawer before it gets any more overfull. And you, dear reader, can share the journey with me, in stream-of-consciousness style. [Read more →]