Washing the Taste Out of My Mouth of that Last Posting

Sometimes you just need a shot--a shot of something feverishly brilliant to wash that foul taste out of your mouth, cleanse the palate of the latest, fetid cyberblast of rage that sticks in your stereotype-weary craw.

The next time some sleeping Mexican or Taco-dude costume gets you down, do yourself a favor and buy and read a copy of Tomás Riley's Mahcic--here's a my riff on it from the book's intro (and yes Derrida's coinage Différance is misspelled, and yes, it is my fault!):



Mahcic is available from the fine folks at Calaca Press in San Diego/National City, CA. Check them out!