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    the swimsuit issue seems like a year ago already and i haven’t even held a paper copy in my hands. and why would i? there are pleanty of b-sides, bodypaints, and videos to check out online. the magazine did mean something, once. before the internet. but now it just becomes one of one million wesbites i will click through on any given day. how sad. oh well. until this time next year, there’s always morango.

    this isn’t a review, according to the writer/reviewer, well, it is, but really it’s more like a giant nerdgasm, from a nerd who can’t handle his dosage. this piece makes me LOL as much as it makes me nervous. is this the type of review we have to look forward to? hundreds of thousands of nerds brought to the point of climax, 20 years in the making, only to lose it as soon as the credits roll?

    i never got into munch. his paintings always looked like bad high school art to me. “woe is me” to the 99th power. the inability to paint a right angle (there’s one!). it was too muddy, to middling. it wasn’t until i saw an actual munch exhibit that i understood the real power of his work. up close it’s something else entirely. the sadness is real. it’s powerful and if you linger too long, can be consuming. reading his wiki page, i couldn’t help but laugh at lines such as this one: “munch also received his father’s ire for his relationship with hans jæger, the local nihilist who lived by the code “a passion to destroy is also a creative passion” and who advocated suicide as the ultimate way to freedom.” ah, yes. the local nihlist, not to be confused with the local idiot. or the local mad artist.

    confess: i have a growing obsession with isle of the dead, (not to be confused with this) arnold boklin’s best known painting for which he created at least four distinct versions. the suspense, the mystery, the anticipation, you can almost hear the horror movie violins endless pitch in the background. it’s all quite chilling. sad fact: In all, bocklin saw 8 of his 14 children die before him.