Saturday, 17 November 2007
Saturday, 10 November 2007
Thursday, 8 November 2007
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
Joe P., close associate to the T and P editorial staff, first read this book as a result of a Rob Bell footnote (of Velvet Elvis and Sex God fame). If Joe P. and Rob Bell like it, then it must be a lost gospel. Great read for anyone who is suspicious of the way the world conducts business. Also take the time to rent the recent documentary "Why We Fight," which delves into the close ties between industry and the military.
-T and P
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Friends and Family,
We would greatly appreciate your submission of K-Mart style photos to the Tongue and Pen. Upon recepit, your picture will be added to The T and P All-Stars. Strict standards apply. 1. Find an crappy shirt from the 1980s. 2. Find your mom's old glasses. 3. Hit the photo shop.
No inappropriate images will be posted. The Tand P becomes the sole owner of any image received. The T and P reserves the right to use images for future publication in a holiday catalog or yearly calendar.
Saturday, 3 November 2007
"Much was possible to a man in solitude, but some things were possible only to a man in companionship, and of these the most important was balance. No mind was so good that it did not need another mind to counter and equal it, and to save it from conceit and bigotry and folly."
Friday, 2 November 2007
Welcome to the Tongue and Pen.
We'd like to start my first posting by putting the rumor to rest - yes, we have read the yet untitled novel by Chucky Chowski.
Don't ask how we came to possess it.
The book was very readable. In fact, it may be his best yet. It's not the book that concerns us. It's the motivation from which he writes. If you have had the oppotunity to speak with Chucky at community social gatherings, as we have, you know he has a penchant for fist fighting. This is clearly seen in Chapter 4, titled "Why Yes, Johnny Does Hate Jazz" -
Johnny walked out the back door onto the enclosed patio. He could feel his pulse racing and knew he had to do it. Reaching inside his coat pocket, he pulled out his flask -the one he bought in Mexicali- took a pull, and drove the flask into Morty Bumpkin's temple. As Morty Bumpkin lay on the ground in a heap, kept alive only by the flask plugging the hole in his head, Johnny lit a Nat Sherman and said, "Now this is a party." - Page 56
We hope Chucky Chowski finds his peace. More to come soon.