Newsprint Blues: Fourth Estate/Third World
October 21, 2010 in JOURNALISM
A failing body is a battleground for antibodies and infections. The plight of the Chicago Tribune, the once-vital Gray Lady of Lake Michigan, is a case of the antibodies being too depleted in the face of overwhelming invasion. It’s also a fairly clear case of looting in the guise of medical triage, or missionary work as a front for conquest.

CILANTRO: It is the Devil’s Weed. It corrupts everything it touches. My friend CW has attempted to tell me that I have some kind of “genetic disorder” of which the distaste for cilantro is symptomatic. ALLEGEDLY, just as the ability to smell asparagus in your urine or cyanide in general is genetic, your taste (or lack thereof) for cilantro is genetic. Some people like it, some people think it tastes like soap. Here’s the thing: I don’t think it tastes like soap. I know exactly what it tastes like. It tastes like moldy sunshine, and it is an abomination. My genetics are fine; your gross, herbal scourge is fucked up.
We Americans are not particularly noted for our civility and decorum. As travelers abroad we are considered loud and rude.