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David Byrne and the cast of David Byrnes American Utopia appeared on The Tonight Show to perform the Broadway productions quirky number Like Humans Do.

Byrne also sat down with host Jimmy Fallon to discuss American Utopia, which is in the midst of a run at the St. James Theatre, as well as his musical career. The late-night host also joked with Byrne about the similarity between the iconic boxy suit the Talking Heads frontman wore in the 1984 concert film Stop Making Sense and the one actor Robert Pattinson wore to the recent premiere of The Batman.

I hadnt seen this photo, Byrne replied. Hes going to need a couple of seats for that. The musician added that he personally wore the giant suit so it would make my head look smaller.

David Byrnes American Utopia plays at the St. James Theatre through April 3. The cast recently performed several songs from the musical on CBS Mornings.

Appearing on that show, Byrne noted that he was unable to write new songs during the Covid-19 pandemic I thought, I have not been able to process this, he said and instead devoted his talents to drawing, which are now on exhibit at New Yorks Pace Gallery.

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David Byrne, American Utopia Cast Bring Like Humans Do to Fallon - Rolling Stone

The bulldozer arrived one night in December, shaking Ganga Park awake in her treehouse and sending her scurrying down the trunk.

When its operator paused the menacing machine, which was there to clear a path through the surrounding forest, Park clung to it. Their standoff continued until the driver gave up and turned back.

When the bulldozer returned a few days later, Park confronted it again, but this time she was joined by dozens of her neighbors in the south Indian arcadia of Auroville.

They linked arms around the bulldozer, chanting Om Namo Bhagavate, a popular Hindu mantra that roughly translates to Obeisance to the Almighty. They remained until they won at least a temporary victory: a stay order from an environmental tribunal, forcing the demolition work to stop.

It was super instinctive, Park, 20, said of her leap into action. If theres an intruder, you immediately protect and defend.

The intruder, in this case, was the government of Auroville, an idealistic community founded in 1968 with the goal of realizing human unity by putting the divine at the center of all things.

That unity, however, has recently frayed.

A bitter dispute has arisen between Aurovilles government, which has revived a long-delayed plan to vastly expand the community, and those residents who want to protect the thriving forest they have cultivated from the barren stretch of land where their social experiment began more than 50 years ago.

The community was founded by a French writer, Mirra Alfassa, better known to her followers simply as the Mother, who believed that a change of consciousness and aspiration to the divine in Auroville would ripple out to the rest of the world.

Before her death in 1973, the Mother had commissioned French architect Roger Anger to develop a design for a city of 50,000, about 15 times the current population. Anger conceived of a galactic form: spiraling concentric circles around the Matrimandir a circular golden meditation chamber with 12 radial roads.

But without the money or manpower over the decades to carry out the plan, the communitys residents, or Aurovilians, built something different.

They dug wells and built thatched-roof huts. And they planted trees. A lot of them. Under the cool forest canopy, civets, jackals, peacocks and other creatures roam, and muriel bushes release a sweet, heady fragrance.

The divide between those Aurovilians who want to follow the Mothers urban development plans known as constructivists and those who want to let the community continue developing on its own organicists has long existed.

But the struggle took on a heightened pitch in July, when the office of Prime Minister Narendra Modi appointed a new secretary, Jayanti Ravi, to head the townships governing board.

Ravi had been the health secretary in Gujarat, Modis home state. Earlier, she was a district magistrate under Modi, then the states top official, when he faced near-universal condemnation for failing to control two months of religious riots in Gujarat in 2002 that left more than 1,000 people, mostly Muslim, dead.

The governments new interest in enacting Angers design reflects Modis penchant for ambitious construction projects to foster tourism around Hindu or nationalist sites. His Bharatiya Janata Party, or BJP, is the political arm of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh, a social organization devoted to making India an explicitly Hindu state.

Although Auroville was founded by a Frenchwoman, she was the disciple of Sri Aurobindo, a spiritual teacher and a freedom fighter for Indias independence. The planned redesign of Auroville is being done before Sri Aurobindos 150th birth anniversary in August for which Modi is planning a big celebration.

Part of Narendra Modis agenda is to appropriate all religious and spiritual figures into the fold of the BJP, said Navroz Mody, the resident who filed the petition to pause the development project.

Ravi promised to infuse the project with millions of dollars in federal funding. The development would start by paving a perfectly circular road, part of a broader, pedestrianized beltway that would connect Aurovilles four distinct zones. But in the way stand Aurovilles youth center, a water catchment area and hundreds of trees.

Sindhuja Jagadeesh, a spokesperson for the local government, said it was a kind of decadence for Aurovilles approximately 3,300 people about half Indian, and half foreigners to live on 3,000 acres of land in a country as densely populated as India.

Many people have become attached to their comfort in the greenery, but we are supposed to experiment and evolve, said Jagadeesh, who is also an architect and an Aurovilian.

The stance of those opposed to the development, Jagadeesh added, clashes sharply with the Mothers vision for a model city of the future that would be replicated around the world.

We are here for human unity, but also to build a city, she said.

The proponents of the development plan, which ultimately envisions a high-density, self-sustained city with a bustling economy and experimental architecture, deride the Auroville of today as an eco-village where a visitor can get a good cappuccino but not the change in consciousness its founder hoped for.

Its not just a city plan. Its meant to hold an experiment, said Shrimoyi Rosegger, a resident who approves of the development and has a deep faith in the transformative power of the Mothers plan. We believe it is an intelligence which is beyond us, she added, that if we follow her guidelines, something will be revealed to us.

Leaning against a motorcycle outside the communitys free clothing store and food co-op, Auroson Bystrom, 51, among the first children born in Auroville, said he opposes Ravis plans but thinks the intense debate has energized the community.

Aurobindo is all about evolution, Bystrom said, referring to Sri Aurobindo. And for the last 35 years, Auroville hasnt felt all that evolutionary.

Some opponents of the plan say that the philosophy of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother was not as much about building a new city as it was building a new human. And that takes time.

How we urbanize is more important than how fast we urbanize, said Suhasini Ayer, an architect whose mixed-use development in Auroville recently won a design award at the U.N. climate conference in Glasgow, Scotland.

The communitys small population, opponents of the development say, owes more to the unusual conditions for residency than to the lack of the ring road that the government wants to plow through trees.

Those wishing to live here must undergo a year of vetting and must invest their own money into homes that will remain town property.

Auroville receives some funding from the government but drums up most of its budget internally, from private enterprise and donations.

Residents purify their own water, grow their own grains and make their own paper. Those who work for Aurovilles public services receive a meager salary known as maintenance.

These people want to be pragmatic, Renu Neogy, a lifelong Aurovilian, said of Ravi and her supporters. But this is not a pragmatic place. This is utopia.

Some foreign residents said they feared that Ravi could deprive them of the sponsorship they need to continue living in India if they fail to get on board with her plans.

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Build a new city or new humans? A Utopia in India fights over future - The Indian Express

Basketball coaches love to play the role of amateur shrinks. They do it all the time. In Hoosiers, when Ollies about to take the most important free throws of his life, Norman Dale pulls out a trick coaches from CYO to the Celtics have tried going back to the beginning of time: he sets up a defense for when Ollie make the free throws, not if.

Mike Anderson has decided to borrow another gem from the coaching medicine cabinet.

Ive got four outfits, he said Tuesday.

He smiled as he said this, but he was as serious as a tax audit, of course. Because St. Johns gets one last chance to salvage a disappointing season starting Wednesday night at Madison Square Garden, first round of the Big East Tournament, facing off against their sister Vincentian school, DePaul. If they are to crash the NCAA Tournament it will require four wins in four nights.

Hence, four changes of clothes.

Everyone is zero and zero, Anderson said. Were looking forward to this tournament. The winner gets the automatic bid and thats our goal. Thats our quest.

It didnt have to come to this, but thats all prologue now. Its all prelude. Anderson pieced together a pillow-soft preseason schedule that meant the Johnnies were going to have to do their most damage in the Big East, except that never quite happened, not enough. They come into this tournament 16-14 overall, having lost 11 of their 19 Big East games.

We know, Julian Champagnie said, that its win or go home.

Logically, everyone else knows that this is more of a fools errand than a true quest. But there are a few things that St. Johns has on its side. For one thing, it was only a year ago that Georgetown entered the tournament 10-12 and all but buried except it proceeded to blow out Marquette, squeak by Villanova, handle Seton Hall and absolutely obliterate Creighton on four consecutive nights to steal the leagues automatic bid and craft a perfect blueprint for precisely what St. Johns must do right down to beating Villanova in Round 2 if they can survive DePaul.

St. Johns has other advantages, of course, but they have those advantages every year. The Big East Tournament is, essentially, a St. Johns home game whenever the Johnnies are playing. The fact it has only rarely been kind to them for most of the last 35 years is as stinging an indictment of where the program has tumbled as anything else.

But the fact is, its still the Garden. Its still New York. And no matter how many Villanova or Seton Hall or Providence fans are in the building, its still going to feel like Utopia Parkway in a close game, under two minutes to play. Some year, thats going to matter.

Maybe next year can be this year.

Maybe its our time, Anderson said.

There is this, too: St. Johns is exactly the kind of team the top-tier teams, the ones with NCAA bids already locked up, want no part of this weekend. The Johnnies 94-foot style is uncomfortable on any court, but especially the Gardens. And the Johnnies will have the advantage of desperation on their hands against just about anyone they play.

(Assuming they can survive DePaul, anyway.)

We have no choice, Anderson said. If were going to get in, weve got to win it.

You can call this a lot of things: fantasy, delusion, pipe dreams. The St. Johns team that scuffled most of the year will be lucky to make it to Thursday. But anyone who watched this team all year knows there is another team loitering, lurking and fully capable of disrupting the weekend. That version humiliated Seton Hall at Walsh Gym, twice lost heartbreakers to UConn, gave Villanova plenty to think about until the very end at the Garden.

Maybe that version of this team is destined to stay hidden. Or maybe, as the man with four outfits said, its their time. Their turn.

There comes a time when it all comes together, Mike Anderson said. And this would be the perfect time to come together.

No need to save it for the NIT.

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St. John's needs to put it all together now -- starting against DePaul - New York Post

HALF A CENTURY AFTER the publication of Post Office (1971), how should we understand Charles Bukowskis literary achievement? His publisher predicted that Bukowski would never reach a mainstream audience. And yet his books, including his poetry, have sold millions of copies in more than a dozen languages. Writing for The New Yorker in 2005, Adam Kirsch claims that Bukowskis liminal status and seedy persona were part of his appeal: He is one of those writers whom each new reader discovers with a transgressive thrill. Describing his verse as pulp poetry, Kirsch also notes the authors penchant for autobiography. Bukowskis poems are best appreciated not as individual verbal artifacts but as ongoing installments in the tale of his true adventures, like a comic book or a movie serial, he observes. They are strongly narrative, drawing from an endless supply of anecdotes that typically involve a bar, a skid-row hotel, a horse race, a girlfriend, or any permutation thereof. That combination made a strong impression on readers. The effect is as though some legendary tough guy, a cross between Philip Marlowe and Paul Bunyan, were to take the barstool next to you, buy a round, and start telling his life story.

The pulp comparison is on point in fact, Bukowskis final novel, Pulp (1994), draws on the conventions of hard-boiled detective fiction but Kirsch also mentions Bukowskis efforts to place himself in more reputable literary company. He occasionally took pains to align himself with a coherent literary tradition, writing about his admiration for Dostoyevsky, Hamsun, Cline, and Camus the classics of modern alienation, the biographers of the underground man, Kirsch writes. He was especially fond of Hamsuns Hunger, the story of a young writer demented by poverty and ambition. While Bukowskis literary ambitions were grandiose, he is, for Kirsch, essentially a genre writer: prolific, predictable, and popular.

Kirsch does not mention an equally coherent tradition to which Bukowski belongs, one that includes some of the most notable fiction and film produced in Los Angeles during his lifetime. This tradition is by no means at odds with the classics of modern alienation. In fact, Bukowskis favorite author was L.A. novelist and screenwriter John Fante, who also admired Hamsun. After achieving his own success, Bukowski persuaded his publisher to reissue Fantes novels, including Ask the Dust (1939). Demented by poverty and literary ambition during the Great Depression, Fantes protagonist passes his days at a saloon in Downtown Los Angeles, where he drinks bad coffee and obsesses over a Latina waitress. Bukowskis preface to the reprint recalls his own days as an impoverished writer in the city: I was a young man, starving and drinking and trying to be a writer. Scouring the L.A. Public Library for suitable reading, he was unmoved by modern fiction until he discovered Fantes novel. The beginning of that book was a wild and enormous miracle to me, he writes: Fante was my god and I knew that the gods should be left alone, one didnt bang at their door.

That homage suggests that Kirsch overlooked the most proximate influence on Bukowski, or at least on his fiction. In fact, Bukowski cannot be understood apart from his midcentury Los Angeles milieu. His vision of the city was an integral part of his output, and few writers have documented its squalor more meticulously. Nowhere is the citys significance clearer than in Post Office, Bukowskis first and most famous novel, and nowhere else does he tap the regions deepest literary tradition more directly.

In the opening pages of his 1990 book City of Quartz, Mike Davis sketches that tradition and identifies Los Angeless unique place in the public imagination. For him, the ultimate world-historical significance and oddity of Los Angeles is that it has come to play the double role of utopia and dystopia for advanced capitalism. Davis attributes that double role to the interplay among the citys boosters, its debunkers, and the noir tradition. In his overview of the boosters, Davis pairs the Arroyo Set, led by Charles Fletcher Lummis, with the Chamber of Commerces effort to present Los Angeles as the promised land of a millenarian Anglo-Saxon racial odyssey. The booster parlance was pithier, of course. The racist and anti-labor Los Angeles Times, for example, described the city as the white spot. Whether or not that phrase was an open expression of white supremacy, the Times certainly did not describe L.A. as the brown, black, or red spot. In fact, the newspapers coverage was mostly designed to burnish the regions image and thereby support the Chandler familys real estate investments and other ventures.

The Great Depression ushered in the debunkers, chief among them Louis Adamic and his recently radicalized friend, Carey McWilliams. In a 1930 magazine article, Adamic cast the citys boosters as grim, rather inhuman individuals with a terrifying singleness of intention namely, to turn huge profits by growing Los Angeles into the nations largest metropolis. The article also recounted the Great Water Caper the creation of the Los Angeles Aqueduct which permitted the citys rapid expansion in the first decades of the 20th century. Adamic moved east to edit Common Ground magazine, but not before McWilliams, who was Fantes best friend, published a short book about him in 1935.

After World War II, McWilliams retold the aqueduct story in Southern California Country: An Island on the Land (1946). Often regarded as the regions finest interpretive history, that book was part of a remarkable streak. Between 1939 and 1950, McWilliams turned out almost one book per year on a wide range of topics, including California farm labor, the Japanese internment, systemic racism, antisemitism, Latinos in the Southwest, and the early stages of McCarthyism. His output directly inspired Robert Townes Oscar-winning screenplay for Chinatown (1974) and Luis Valdezs Zoot Suit (1979). It was also cited in a Supreme Court dissenting opinion on the constitutionality of the Japanese internment. As a reward for his labors, McWilliams was red-baited relentlessly before and after he decamped for New York City to edit The Nation magazine. A decade after he died in 1980, however, Davis and others sang his praises. In City of Quartz, Davis described a fraction of McWilliamss work as one of the major achievements within the American regional tradition. Likewise, historian Kevin Starr, in his 2002 book, Embattled Dreams: California in War and Peace, 19401950, cast McWilliams as the states most astute political observer and the single finest nonfiction writer on California ever.

Adamic and McWilliams took obvious pleasure in challenging Los Angeless ersatz history and image, but they were not alone. During the 1930s, Raymond Chandler, James M. Cain, and Nathanael West also subverted the popular conception of Los Angeles as a sunny paradise. So did film noir, which flourished in the 1940s and 50s and later influenced Chinatown and Blade Runner (1982). Yet even as the noir tradition propagated a sinister image of the city, it never stifled the regions utopian impulse, whose most fantastical expression was Disneyland. Pitched to the Baby Boom generation, the iconic theme park earned its right-wing founder a reputation as an urban utopianist. In the meantime, other authors, filmmakers, and musicians were also packaging and selling idealized versions of SoCal youth culture. Frederick Kohners Gidget, The Little Girl with Big Ideas (1957) launched a series of novels about teenage surfers in Malibu that soon morphed into a popular film and television franchise. The Beach Boys scored their first hit in 1962 and eventually produced dozens of Top 40 singles about surfing, girls, and cars. The Beach Party movie franchise, which also featured teenage frolicking, began its run in 1963; in 1965 alone, a dozen such films appeared before the genre virtually collapsed in 1968. Taken together, these works presented Los Angeles as a city of youth, romance, and healthy fun.

Bukowskis experience stood in stark contrast to that image. Born in 1920, beaten regularly and savagely by his father, his face and body ravaged by boils, Bukowski graduated from Los Angeles High School and attended Los Angeles City College for two years. He drank, wandered, lived in rooming houses, married, divorced, and was treated for a near-fatal bleeding ulcer in 1955. After leaving the hospital, he began writing poetry. For 15 years, he lived in sketchy East Hollywood, working first as a postal carrier and then as a letter-filing clerk. According to Howard Souness 1998 biography, Charles Bukowski: Locked in the Arms of a Crazy Life, he told his literary friends that his work was triple super hell, baby. [] The post office is nailing me to the cross. Later, however, Bukowski said that the work helped him to master the terrain. You get the stink of L.A. in your bones, you know? he told one interviewer in an excerpt included in John Dullaghans 2003 documentary, Bukowski: Born into This. His contempt for Disneyland, which opened the same year he was released from the hospital, led one colleague (also cited in Born into This) to claim that Bukowskis entire body of work was dedicated to the de-Disneyfication of all of us. Against the boosterist vision of Los Angeles as a place of youth and healthy fun, Bukowski offered a vision of the city that featured aging, scabrous, tortured alcoholics.

When John Martin created Black Sparrow Press in 1969, Bukowski was 49 years old and writing a column called Notes of a Dirty Old Man for the Los Angeles Free Press. He appreciated the rapid dissemination of his work in the underground weekly, but he had no sympathy for the countercultures music, drugs, or politics or for political causes in general. Martin, who managed an office supply store, had a longstanding interest in modern writers, including Henry Miller and the Beats. After discovering Bukowskis poetry in an underground magazine, he sold his first editions of D. H. Lawrence and used the proceeds to open his press in Los Angeles. Although the two men never had a contract, Martin promised to pay Bukowski $100 per month for life if he resigned from the post office. After his final shift, Bukowski stayed drunk for days. After living in the cage, I had taken the opening and flown out like a shot into the heavens, Sounes quotes him as saying.

Martin encouraged Bukowski to write whatever he wanted, but he also indicated that a novel would be welcome. Three weeks after Bukowski resumed writing, he unexpectedly delivered the complete manuscript for Post Office. Its success, modest at first, convinced Martin that his press would survive. The novel sold especially well in Europe, and Martin used the revenue to publish Fante, Paul Bowles, Wanda Coleman, and other writers. Toward the end of Bukowskis life, Martin was paying him $10,000 per month and adding any balance due at the end of each year. In 2002, he sold the rights to the work of Bukowski, Fante, and Bowles to HarperCollins. Martin did not regard Black Sparrow as a publisher of pulp poetry; he described his operation, rather, as one of the only self-supporting, highly successful, widely distributed, purely literary presses.

More The Day of the Locust than How to Stuff a Wild Bikini, Bukowskis first novel falls naturally into the dystopian strain of L.A. literature. Its protagonist, Henry Chinaski, is a middle-aged alcoholic trying to survive in 1960s Los Angeles. His job as a substitute letter carrier is a brutal exercise in alienation: the work is exhausting and degrading, his supervisor is a sadist, and his colleagues are browbeaten. The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders, Chinaski says. I couldnt see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. Only Chinaski addresses their soup (i.e., superior) by his nickname, The Stone. His customers are lunatics, their dogs are a menace, and the postal service itself is a faceless, spirit-crushing bureaucracy. Even the weather, Los Angeless saving grace, is a perpetual threat. On the job, Chinaski is either soaked by ferocious rainstorms or sweating out last nights booze under a boiling sun. I was hungover again, another heat spell was on a week of 100 degree days, he reports. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility of everything. Along the way, he objectifies and occasionally brutalizes women in one episode, he angrily enacts a female characters rape fantasy yet he also expresses sympathy for their suffering. At the end of the novel, Chinaski resigns from the post office and launches an epic bender.

For all its bleakness, Post Office is a comic novel, and readers have many chances to relish Chinaskis sardonic outlook. A less obvious but central motif is the novels surreptitious utopianism. As much as any character in American literature, Chinaski seeks the good life, even if his jaded outlook and squalid surroundings belie that quest. The opening passage sets the bar comically low for human happiness. It began as a mistake, Chinaski says.

It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I had this leather sack on my back and was hiking around at my leisure. What a job, I thought. Soft!

A married woman who is big in all the right places emerges from her home and accompanies him on his appointed round. They arrange a tryst, and after a short affair, Chinaski reflects on his good fortune. But I couldnt help thinking, god, all these mailmen do is drop in their letters and get laid. This is the job for me, oh yes yes yes.

Chinaskis delight turns to misery as the job tightens its grip on him. He describes his travails and the post offices daily operations in its distinctive argot. The accumulation of detail strengthens the novels realism and underscores the petty cruelties that kill by slow torture. Chinaski occasionally witnesses real suffering, and the bureaucratic indifference to it, but even the quotidian observations are meaningful. For example, he notes that the regular postal carriers call in sick after holidays, or when the mail loads are especially heavy, or when the weather is intolerable. As their substitute, Chinaski must bear those burdens without the perquisites his colleagues enjoy, chalking up that inequity to human nature. At no point does he imagine work that is dignified or properly rewarded; even to entertain that notion is to misunderstand the full horror of his situation.

Despite his tribulations, Chinaski occasionally finds time to enjoy the good things in life. When his girlfriend Betty returns to work, he takes a leave of absence from the post office:

I got up around 10:30 a.m., had a leisurely cup of coffee and a couple of eggs, played with the dog, flirted with the young wife of a mechanic who lived in the back, got friendly with a stripteaser who lived in the front. Id be at the track by one p.m., then back with my profit, and with the dog at the bus stop to wait for Betty to come home. It was a good life.

That leisure, however, is impossible to sustain. After Betty drifts off, Chinaski marries Joyce, who comes from a wealthy family. Nevertheless, she insists that they live on their wages. Baby, thats grammar school, Chinaski protests. Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working. He returns to the post office but eventually floats a proposition:

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what I said, Look, baby, Im sorry, but dont you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, lets give it up. Lets just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Lets go to the zoo. Lets look at the animals. Lets drive down and look at the ocean. Its only 45 minutes. Lets play games in the arcades. Lets go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Lets have friends. Lets laugh. This kind of life is like everyone elses kind of life: its killing us.

Joyce is unmoved by his humane vision. No, Hank, weve got to show them, weve got to show them Attributing that urge to Joyces upbringing, Chinaski gives up. There is hope, but not for them.

At one point, Joyce acquires two parakeets, whose chattering bothers Chinaski. When he complains, she suggests that he put the birds in the backyard. He does, but he also opens their cage. Both birds looked at that cage door. They couldnt understand it and they could. I could feel their tiny minds trying to function. They had their food and water right there, but what was that open space? One bird leaps down from his rung, stands in front of the open door, and tries to decide his next move. Then something clicks in his tiny brain. He didnt fly, Chinaski says. He shot straight up into the sky. The second bird is more reluctant: He walked around in the bottom of the cage nervously. It was a hell of a decision. Humans, birds, everything has to make these decisions. It was a hard game. Finally, the second bird also flies the coop. The parable of the parakeets seems straightforward enough, but Chinaski later banishes all ambiguity by comparing his decision to leave the post office to their existential drama.

Before his final departure from the job, Chinaski has other brushes with the good life, especially at the racetrack. Having parsed the Daily Racing Form, he showcases his mastery of the idiom by analyzing one race:

The 6 horse had lost by a neck to the favorite in a mile race last time out. The 6 had been overtaken by the favorite after a 2 length lead at the head of the stretch. [] Both were coming back in the same class. The favorite was adding two pounds, 116 to 118. The 6 still carried 116 but they had switched to a less popular jock, and also the distance was a mile and a 16th. The crowd figures that since the favorite had caught the 6 at a mile, then surely it would catch the 6 with the extra 16th of a mile to run.

The crowds logic, however, is faulty. Trainers enter their horses in what seems unfavorable conditions in order to keep the public money off the horse, Chinaski explains. The distance switch, plus the switch to a less popular jock all pointed to a gallop at a good price. When he tells Vi, his female companion, that he is betting on the 6 horse, she calls it a quitter. Nevertheless, he places a $10 bet to win and collects at eight to one. She put that leg and breast up against me, Chinaski says, I took a nip of scotch and opened the Form. After another shrewd bet pays off, the couple move to the bar, where Vi really laid her body against me. His winnings cover their hefty tab, after which they repair to her apartment for a sodden attempt at intercourse.

If his sexual performance is subpar, Chinaski has shown that he can make it without working. The wins boost his confidence, and he starts to envision life beyond the post office.

Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house down by the sea. I saw myself in fine clothing, calm, getting up mornings, getting into my imported car, make the slow easy drive to the track. I saw leisurely steak dinners, preceded and followed by good chilled drinks in colored glasses. The big tip. The cigar. And women as you wanted them.

By this time, readers can feel the pull of Chinaskis vision. It is not a dream of upward mobility based on freedom and opportunity, even less a belief in hard work and its rewards. To the contrary, the track represents the possibility of wealth without labor or soups. At the same time, it is not a place of leisure or social exchange. While Chinaski recognizes many regulars there, and his accounts suggest a certain bonhomie, his vision is not a social one. He is there to make money, and others are there to lose theirs. For him, success at the track is salutary as well as solitary. Betting tests his acumen, but it does not destroy his mind, body, or spirit. If the post office represents suffering without redemption, the racetrack offers the prospect of full humanity, Bukowski style.

Feeling confident, Chinaski requests a 90-day leave of absence. So I stood in the tour superintendents office, he says. There he was behind his desk. I had a cigar in my mouth and whiskey on my breath. I felt like money. I looked like money. The post office has treated him well, he says, but he has outside business interests that simply must be taken care of. The tone is comical, but Chinaski clearly relishes the shift from aggrieved worker to successful investor. He begins to visit the track down the coast. It was a good life, and I started winning. After the last race each night I would have one or two easy drinks at the bar, tipping the bartender well. It looked like a new life. I could do no wrong. Even the drive home is pleasant:

Every night was about the same. Id drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasnt too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I could tell by looking at them from outside. You couldnt always get a table directly overlooking the ocean unless you wanted to wait. But you could still see the ocean and the moon, and let yourself get romantic. Let yourself enjoy life. I always asked for a small salad and a big steak. The waitresses smiled deliciously and stood very close to you.

Savoring his success, Chinaski reflects on his humble origins. I had come a long way from a guy who had worked in slaughterhouses, who had crossed the country with a railroad track gang, who had worked in a dog biscuit factory, who had slept on park benches, who had worked the nickel and dime jobs in a dozen cities across the nation. He has led, he concludes, a magic life. And I did not tire of it.

The enchantment ends abruptly when a new girlfriend and her male companion try to rob him in a motel room. Chinaski sees his attackers reflection in a mirror, drops him with a beer bottle to the mouth, kicks his stiletto away, and slaps around the treacherous girlfriend. Is that how you make it, cunt? Killing men for a couple hundred? She declares her love for him, but he grabs her dress and rips it to the waist. She didnt wear a brassiere. The bitch didnt need one. This is Bukowski at his pulpiest, but the incident also signals the end of Chinaskis winning streak. Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days leave to run out. He was back on the cross.

The racetrack recedes into the novels background, but Bukowski later (in comments excerpted in Dullaghans 2003 documentary) explained its significance. For him, the track was not only a setting for his fiction, but also a part of his literary process. When I dont go to the track, he said, I cant write. When asked what the racetrack meant to him, he described the faces he saw there and the inner lives behind them: They all have dreams, they want to win. Its a big arena, and you can see what they want and what they dont get. If the post office is a dystopian bureaucracy, the racetrack is a site for unbridled but ultimately thwarted desire. It stirs hopes of wealth that cannot be possessed, and of ease that vanishes as quickly as it appears. It is Eden, but after the fall. Once his girlfriend betrays him, Chinaski must live by the sweat of his brow.

After a series of personal setbacks, however, Chinaski can no longer tolerate the old routine. He quits the post office for good and debases himself even more energetically than usual. When his fellow revelers drop him off at his squalid apartment, he resumes drinking before collapsing on his bed. He says: In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Maybe Ill write a novel, I thought. And then I did. Nothing prepares the reader for these final lines, which hold out the faint promise that Chinaskis novel will improve his miserable condition. After rubbing the readers nose in the stink of Los Angeles, Post Office concludes by alluding to the redemptive power of art, the most romantic notion of all.

Yet the ending also maintains the delicate balance between dystopian text and utopian subtext. To endorse Chinaskis hope in any way to imagine, for example, that his novel will sell millions of copies in a dozen languages would undermine Post Offices hard-earned realism. If Chinaski became an underground hero, the subject of a documentary film with appearances by Sean Penn and Bono and Tom Waits, the novel would no longer belong in the realm of modern alienation. If Chinaski ended up living in a large house near the ocean, earning $10,000 per month, sleeping with groupies, and driving a BMW, his life would become a louche version of a Horatio Alger story. If he were profiled in The New Yorker, well, no one would believe it.

Post Office is not a rags-to-riches story, but it illustrates Mike Daviss point about Los Angeless double role as dystopia and utopia for advanced capitalism. The city never transcends its essential shabbiness, but it gradually admits another possibility a world of easy living for aging lushes who understand the crowd and its desires. When that possibility is dashed, Chinaski resorts to wishing upon a star not at the track but in the fickle realm of fiction. Ironically, Bukowskis success would outstrip Chinaskis unspoken wish, adding another layer of oddity to the citys reputation. Well before any of that came to pass, however, Bukowskis stealthy utopianism had more in common with Walt Disneys vision than he probably cared to acknowledge.

Peter Richardson teaches humanities and American Studies at San Francisco State University. He has written critically acclaimed books about Hunter S. Thompson, the Grateful Dead,Rampartsmagazine, and Carey McWilliams. He received the National Entertainment Journalism Award for Online Criticism in 2013.

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Charles Bukowski's Lush Life: Post Office and the Utopian Impulse - lareviewofbooks

After finding roots in Hollywood in the Fast and the Furious family and as the DCEUs Wonder Woman, Gal Gadot is keeping herself busy with a host of upcoming projects. One especially exciting one is a Mission: Impossible-style spy action thriller called Heart of Stone. The movie that was scored in a competitive bidding war by Netflix last year will star the actress alongside Fifty Shades Jamie Dornan. And Heart of Stone just added four more actors to the project.

The upcoming action flick will also star Army of the Dead fan-favorite, Matthias Schweighfer in an indisclosed role. The German actor had a breakout year in 2021 when he starred in Zack Snyders Netflix film and preceded to star and direct in the prequel Army of Thieves. Hes not the only new star boarding Heart of Stone either.

Per the Deadline report, Gal Gadots Death on the Nile co-star Sophie Okonedo will also re-team with the actress in the upcoming movie. Okonedo has an impressive resume across her thirty years as an actress, also finding memorable roles in Hotel Rwanda, The Secret Life of Bees and Aeon Flux.

Also, up-and-coming British-Chinese actress Jing Lusi is part of the Heart of Stone cast after finding a notable role in 2018s Crazy Rich Asians and coming off filming roles in the upcoming Henry Cavill-led spy thriller Argylle and the new season of HBO Maxs Pennyworth. Finally, Paul Ready, who is a television actor from The Terror and Utopia is also on board the big-budget Netflix project.

Its a solid lineup of actors who have put down solid work over the years and would fit right in a spy movie starring the likes of Gal Gadot and Jamie Dornan. If Heart of Stone follows suit with the typical spy genre, wed expect these actors to either be part of Gadots entourage or amongst the villains shell have to infiltrate somehow.

At this time, we dont have much details about what Heart of Stone will be about, but the movie comes from a script by Greg Rucka, who penned the script for the 2020 Netflix action flick The Old Guard alongside Allison Schroeder, who previously wrote Hidden Figures and Christopher Robin. Aeronauts and Peaky Blinders director Tom Harper is directing the movie.

Heart of Stone just started filming this week, per an Instagram update by Gal Gadot. The movie does not have a release date yet, but well keep you posted as the production continues to progress. For the time being, check out what 2022 Netflix movie release dates have been set and hold your breath for Wonder Woman 3, its going to be a while.

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Mitski and David Byrne appear together on "This Is A Life," the first single from Son Lux's soundtrack to new A24 movie Everything Everywhere All At Once. You can hear what the three artists cooked up together below.

"This Is A Life" is just one track on the massive, 49-song soundtrack to the upcoming movie. Other guests involved in the project include Andr 3000, Randy Newman and Moses Sumney.

"This Is A Life" is Mitski's second time on an A24 movie soundtrack already this year. Her version of Lily Chou Chou's "Glide" appears over the credits of the recently-released After Yang. A filmed version of Byrnes critically-acclaimed Broadway musical, American Utopia, directed by Spike Lee, was released in 2020.

Everything Everywhere All At Once is a surreal and comedic sci-fi action-adventure about an exhausted Chinese-American woman who can't seem to finish her taxes. Set inside a multiverse, the movie stars Michelle Yeoh, Stephanie Hsu, Ke Huy Quan, Jenny Slate, Harry Shum Jr., James Hong and Jamie Lee Curtis. It hits theaters on April 8.

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Recent reports that half of women in England and Wales are now childless by their 30th birthday reveal a worrying new attitude amongst Gen Z. Parenthood, to the younger generation, isthe enemy of unfettered frivolity. Young women, we are told, would rather live for the moment than plan for the future. 'Being present' has become the mantra of the 'mindful' generation who see autonomy as the ultimate expression of a life well lived.

But how complicit are men in this myopic 'me-only' utopia we have created for ourselves? Are women actively rejecting the sort of men who would like to settle down or have the sort of men who once yearned to settle themselves become cynical about taking the plunge?

Whileboth sexes feel trepidation about losing cherished freedoms, men are experiencing a much darker existential anxiety that isnt simply about a loss of liberty. Although I-deserve-to-have-it-all infantilism has infected both sexes, women's pragmatism in the face of diminishing odds tends to wake them out of their complacency although this hasnt necessarily stopped many older women from delaying childbirth beyond the point of no return.

Historically men have never known when to leave the party and, as a result, tend to go along with their partner's desire to move to the next level. Although men are rarely the ones making the final decision about when to have children, there's a growing sense of bewilderment around the sisterhood's increasingly strident 'you-go-girl' attitude. If women are proud to declare 'we got this' where does that leave the other half of the population? I'm not suggesting that these men yearn for a return to the bad old days when women 'knew their place' only that they seem increasingly concerned about the pathologies aroundmale incompetency,where women's needs are presumed to take preference over their own, not least in matters of child rearing.

The modern autonomous woman is perfectly capable, in practical terms at least, of raising a child on her own. Single motherhood is no longer stigmatised, meaning women are much more open to the possibility of going it alone, an option that must seem increasingly attractive in a culture where men are seen as hopeless and mothers complain of partners 'always getting in the way'.

Men's apparent inability to perform even the simplest of childrearing chores such as changing nappies has become a well-worn comedy trope. The idea that we are all a bunch of hapless Neanderthals when it comes to the domestic sphere has leaked into men's psyches, often damaging their sense of self worth. As women's low expectations gnaw away at their confidence is it any wonder younger males are choosing to opt out of marriage and parenthood before they have even had a chance to prove themselves?They see cowed, emasculated men struggling to maintain a grip on their relationships while simultaneously being told they are somehow complicit in women's subjugation.

I was reminded of this strange paradox when I joined a workshop entitled 'changing masculinities' at a junior school in south London. The young men, many from deprived backgrounds, were astonished when the instructor explained how they lived under an oppressive patriarchal power structure and should therefore reject tyrannical institutions such as marriage along with all forms of traditional masculinity; this from a school where nearly all the teachers were women and over half the boys came from fatherless households. Telling young men they are responsible for structural inequalities must surely damage their ability to engage with the opposite sex later in life.

Despite our current obsession with demonising all things patriarchal, the evidence suggests we are in fact moving towards a more matriarchal society in which men are encouraged to stop talking and take a backseat. In a 2020 United Nations study entitled 'Tackling Gender Norms: A Game Changer for Gender Inequalities', Joanne Sandler, former Deputy Executive Director of the United Nations Development Fund for Women (or UNIFEM) called for male leaders across the globe to 'step aside as an expression of their feminism.' Indeed our government's reaction to the pandemic has been overwhelmingly matriarchal in tone with the big state choosing to mollycoddle a helpless, infantilised populace that doesnt know any better.

The idea that we should replace one gender with another as some kind of virtuous payback for historic injustices doesn't foster trust between the sexes. Indeed, it mayeven inhibit men from taking the risks that inevitably come with marriage and fatherhood. If you keep repeating that men are a toxic liability while at the same time promoting the idea that only alpha females can save us from ourselves, what you're effectively saying is that men have become surplus to requirement. But how is this any different from the oppressive patriarchal system they seek to dismantle? In such a dispiritingly cynical age, why would any man choose to reproduce?

In her latest book What do Men Want, philosopher Nina Power argues that we do men a disservice by throwing around vague terms like patriarchy. 'We cannot in fact... "smash" the patriarchy, because it is not a being, but rather the structure of a certain kind of being, that is to say, how a society is organised. But organised by whom? Transmitted how? How and why have some - or many - women gone along with it?'She continues 'By dismantling patriarchy we have also collectively done away with all the positive dimensions of patriarchy as well: the protective father, the responsible man, the paternalistic attitude that exhibits care and compassion rather than simply places constraints on freedom. If anything, we have dismantled patriarchy in a rather extreme way, resulting in a horizontal, competitive society that suits consumer capitalism very well.'

In a culture that views traditional masculine virtues as a liability, there will inevitably be fallout, in a justice system for instance that appears to discriminate against fathers, as happened to an acquaintance of mine who recently lost a custody battle along with his house and all of his savings. Now effectively destitute, he told me how much he regrets his decision to have children; what was the point when he barely gets to see them? The trauma of separation has made his life almost unbearable.

This is the embittered culture young men now find themselves caught up in. A culture where cowed single dads fear being labelled misogynist if they step out of line, a place where those same fathers are too often hung out to dry by a system described by author Greg Ellis in his book The Respondent as 'the only branch of the legal system that doesn't begin with the presumption of innocence.' Outcasts find little in the way of succour or redress other than succumbing to the bitter extremism of Men's Rights Activism. Dare to speak out and chances are you'll be mocked as a whiny, over-privileged faux-victim.

Perhaps the female defence lawyer who contacted me recently was right when she expressed sympathy for young men's hesitancy around marriage and fatherhood, especially given the febrile, often one-sided nature of so many custody battles. Keen to share with me some of the injustices she had encountered during her dealings with men, she revealed how, during family court proceedings, women would often gain automatic custody of their children if there had been any sort of criminal complaint made. 'Since MeToo I've noticed a growing number of aggrieved mothers taking advantage of a system that demands we 'believe all women'. Desperate to maintain custody these mothers will make spurious accusations in a family court and then go on to make the same complaint to the police to shore up their position once they've secured a conviction in the family court. Social services then become involved, helping the mother gain full custody of the children. It's a system corrupted by anti-patriarchal ideologues and there is nothing a man can do once criminal charges have been made. He's on his own, literally.'

Under similar circumstances, men are rarely offered the same level of custody, 'I recently defended an accused husband who had made a controlling coercive cross allegation against his wife. Because he happened to be male and white she was black and female - he wasnt considered a vulnerable victim and his plea was rejected.'

Naturally, a rise in such cases doesnt sit well with the sort of men who might be in two minds about whether to settle down and have children especially when it appears that the law has already made assumptions about male guilt. The lazy stereotype of the wayward, feckless man continues to hold sway.

This year sees the thirtieth anniversary of the hit 90s sitcom Men Behaving Badly in which the obtuse, hopelessly irresponsible man-baby was first conceived. Coincidentally, two months before Men Behaving Badly first aired on the BBC, Loaded magazine hit the newsstands with its appeal to so called 'laddism'. Inside that very first edition, a letter from the editor gave an indication of what would become a cultural turning point 'a new magazine dedicated to life, liberty and the pursuit of sex, drink, football and less serious matters for the man who believes he can do anything, if only he wasnt hungover'. The die had been cast and a grotesque caricature of crude, nihilistic manhood lodged itself in the cultural mindset, a mindset that persists to this day.

And so we find ourselves trapped in a deeply demoralising conundrum where pathologised men fear the negative repercussions of marriage and child-rearing while their opposite number recoil from the toxic masculine template they have been force-fed for a generation. Neither sex seems willing to compromise but eventually sacrifices will have to be made, if only for the continuation of our species.

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Hello gentle readers, and welcome to the SwitchArcade Round-Up for March 7th, 2022. Its a quiet one today. I was hoping to have some reviews ready, but I spent more time with my family over the weekend than I expected to. No regrets, but it means youll have to wait until tomorrow for some tasty review action. For today? There are some new releases to check out, though nothing too great. The sales are more interesting, thanks largely to the MAR10 Day discounts kicking off. Lets get to it!

Todays releases are pretty dire, friends. Well, nothing for it but to play on through. So this is a racing game of sorts where you play as a cat. And you race other cats. On the streets. Do well and you will earn points, and you can use those points to unlock more cats. I could imagine something with this concept being fun with other players, but this one is a pure solo act.

Work those traffic lights to keep the traffic moving smoothly without causing an accident. The stages get more challenging and complicated as you go. Weve seen games like this on the eShop before, and this is certainly another one.

This game is LIT. No, that is the actual name. I am not using slang to make a statement about its quality. Its LIT. Absolutely LIT. You can probably put it together using the games title and the above screenshot, but this is a puzzle game where you use mirrors to reflect the light beam into a particular target location. If youve been playing games for any length of time the odds are tremendously good youve encountered this kind of thing in some game or another.

This is a collection of more than two hundred cipher crossword puzzles. It basically works like a regular crossword except instead of using clues to figure out each word, you have to figure out which numbers represent which letters using a bit of logic. If that kind of puzzle sounds good to you, its really hard to argue against grabbing this for such a reasonable price.

A generic-looking sports game with creepy, dead-eyed human characters in it? Thats got to be a Pix Arts joint. And it is! Template flip, asset flip, or original game? I leave the exercise to you, dear reader. All I can tell you is that if you are looking for your hand ball pelota fix, this isnt going to help much. Single-player only, but at least you can use buttons to play. Smash it into the trash where it belongs.

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There are lots of sales that came in over the weekend, but the biggest news here is obviously the MAR10 Day sale. Nintendo does have the occasional sale on its Switch releases, but the odds of any one particular game showing up are small. That means that if you see a game in this list that youve been interested in, youd do well to grab it during this sale. Aside from the Mario games, there isnt a lot to jump up and down about. I will mention Spelunker HD Deluxe, which is an enjoyably challenging game that is easier to swallow at half its usual price. In the outbox, youve got things like Crysis Remastered Trilogy and Megaquarium to consider. Check those lists!

MAR10 Day Sale

Super Mario 3D World + BF ($40.19 from $59.99 until 3/14)New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe ($40.19 from $59.99 until 3/14)Mario Kart 8 Deluxe ($40.19 from $59.99 until 3/14)Mario + Rabbids Kingdom Battle ($9.99 from $59.99 until 3/14)Mario + Rabbids KB Gold Edition ($14.99 from $79.99 until 3/14)Mario & Sonic at the Olympics ($41.99 from $59.99 until 3/14)Luigis Mansion 3 ($40.19 from $59.99 until 3/14)Luigis Mansion 3 MP Pack ($6.99 from $9.99 until 3/14)Luigis Mansion 3 + MP Pack Set ($47.58 from $69.98 until 3/14)Yoshis Crafted World ($40.19 from $59.99 until 3/14)

Select New Games on Sale

Street Racing: Tokyo Rush ($5.99 from $11.99 until 3/10)Circa Infinity Ultimate ($1.99 from $10.99 until 3/11)The Game of Life 2 ($20.99 from $29.99 until 3/11)Art Sqool Deluxe ($1.99 from $13.99 until 3/11)Brawl Chess ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/11)Detective Di Silk Road Murders ($3.89 from $12.99 until 3/12)Bus Driver Simulator Countryside ($10.49 from $14.99 until 3/12)Farmers Co-Op: Out of This World ($9.09 from $12.99 until 3/12)Its Raining Fists & Metal ($4.54 from $6.99 until 3/14)Secret Files: Tunguska ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/14)Secret Files 2: Puritas Cordis ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/14)Secret Files Sam Peters ($1.99 from $6.99 until 3/14)Secret Files 3 ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/14)Lost Horizon ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/14)Lost Horizon 2 ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/14)

Spelunker HD Deluxe ($12.49 from $24.99 until 3/14)Traffix ($2.49 from $4.99 until 3/15)Doodle Games Bundle ($9.42 from $22.45 until 3/18)Ghostanoid ($2.93 from $6.99 until 3/18)Galaxy Warfighter ($2.93 from $6.99 until 3/18)Demons Tier+ ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/19)Riddle Corpses EX ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/19)Xenon Valkyrie+ ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/19)Demetrios The Big Cynical Adv. ($3.99 from $9.99 until 3/19)Smashy Road: Wanted 2 ($1.99 from $7.99 until 3/25)Wild & Horror Pinball ($7.49 from $14.99 until 3/25)Viviette ($4.99 from $9.99 until 3/25)Race Track Driver ($5.99 from $11.99 until 3/25)Sports Car Driver ($7.79 from $11.99 until 3/25)Zombie Blast Crew ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/25)

Utopia 9 A Volatile Vacation ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/25)Arcane Arts Academy ($1.99 from $7.99 until 3/25)Epistory Typing Chronicles ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/25)Good Night, Knight ($1.99 from $11.99 until 3/25)Tiny Lands ($1.99 from $5.99 until 3/25)Badland: GotY Edition ($1.99 from $5.99 until 3/25)DungeonTop ($1.99 from $13.99 until 3/25)Gravity Rider Zero ($1.99 from $6.99 until 3/25)Tools Up! ($1.99 from $19.99 until 3/25)Planet Quiz: Learn & Discover ($1.99 from $11.99 until 3/25)Door Kickers ($1.99 from $11.99 until 3/25)Blazing Beaks ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/25)Mini Trains ($1.99 from $5.99 until 3/25)Warlocks 2: God Slayers ($1.99 from $17.99 until 3/25)Dex ($1.99 from $19.99 until 3/25)

Coffee Crisis ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/25)BIT.TRIP Series, Assorted ($1.99 from $4.99 until 3/25)Koloro ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/25)Tharsis ($1.99 from $11.99 until 3/25)Akuto: Showdown ($1.99 from $7.99 until 3/25)Not Not A Brain Buster ($1.99 from $2.49 until 3/25)Welcome to Primrose Lake ($1.99 from $7.99 until 3/25)Mana Spark Complete ($1.99 from $11.99 until 3/25)Hyper Parasite ($1.99 from $17.99 until 3/25)REKT Double Flip ($1.99 from $6.99 until 3/25)One Strike ($1.99 from $4.99 until 3/25)One Strike: Complete ($1.99 from $5.99 until 3/25)Akane ($1.99 from $4.99 until 3/25)Pocket Golf Mini Hole in One ($1.99 from $2.99 until 3/25)Om Nom: Run ($1.99 from $4.99 until 3/25)

Eyes: The Horror Game ($1.99 from $2.49 until 3/25)Space Pioneer ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/25)Real Boxing 2 ($1.99 from $14.99 until 3/25)Street Cats Race ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/27)Need a Packet? ($3.49 from $6.99 until 3/27)I, AI ($4.99 from $9.99 until 3/27)Mask of Mists ($7.49 from $14.99 until 3/27)Aircraft Evolution ($4.99 from $9.99 until 3/27)Normans Great Illusion ($2.49 from $4.99 until 3/27)Steam Tactics ($4.99 from $9.99 until 3/27)My Aunt is a Witch ($4.99 from $9.99 until 3/27)Dungeons & Bombs ($2.49 from $4.99 until 3/27)

Sales Ending Tomorrow, Tuesday, March 8th

Charterstone: Digital Edition ($12.49 from $24.99 until 3/8)Concordia: Digital Edition ($19.99 from $24.99 until 3/8)Crysis Remastered ($14.99 from $29.99 until 3/8)Crysis Remastered Trilogy ($34.99 from $49.99 until 3/8)Eight-Minute Empire Complete ($5.99 from $14.99 until 3/8)Evoland Legendary Edition ($4.99 from $19.99 until 3/8)Far: Lone Sails ($2.99 from $14.99 until 3/8)Foregone ($4.99 from $19.99 until 3/8)Genetic Disaster ($2.99 from $14.99 until 3/8)Guardian of Lore ($6.99 from $13.99 until 3/8)Guards ($1.99 from $4.99 until 3/8)Istanbul: Digital Edition ($9.99 from $19.99 until 3/8)Little Mouses Encyclopedia ($4.99 from $12.99 until 3/8)Megaquarium ($12.29 from $24.59 until 3/8)My Singing Monsters Playground ($27.99 from $39.99 until 3/8)

n Verlore Verstand ($2.09 from $13.99 until 3/8)Northgard ($13.99 from $34.99 until 3/8)Pinball FX3: Portal Pinball ($1.19 from $2.99 until 3/8)SGC: Short Games Collection #1 ($13.99 from $19.99 until 3/8)Steam: Rails to Riches Complete ($13.99 from $19.99 until 3/8)Super Toy Cars ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/8)Super Toy Cars 2 ($2.99 from $11.99 until 3/8)Tyd wag vir Niemand ($1.99 from $9.99 until 3/8)Under Leaves ($1.99 from $12.99 until 3/8)Voxelgram ($4.79 from $7.99 until 3/8)

Thats all for today, friends. Well be back tomorrow with a couple of new releases, some more sales, a review or two, and maybe some news. Im working hard on my review of Triangle Strategy, but its probably going to take a few more days at minimum. Its a lot of game. I hope you all have a magnificent Monday, and as always, thanks for reading!

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Hey, so, quick question: what do you look for when choosing a place to go for, say, a day trip? Is it something about the surrounding natural beauty there, or is it the things to do in whatever town you end up in? Do you lean toward places where you already know people, or maybe places where you hope to make new friends? Okay, all of those are good starts, but what about pie? Yeah, pie. Hear us out: why not go somewhere that has a killer pie shop and simply expand your day trip from there? We think its genius. Well, it just so happens that Zionsville is the perfect place for this, and its home to a shop that might just have the best pie in Indiana. Once youre done with the pie, explore the rest of the town, too.

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We're not sure if it's all that love that goes into each and every recipe or what, but man, this place has got what it takes to be considered among the best pie shops in Indiana.

Good luck, however, figuring out what the heck you want. With more than 30 amazing flavors to choose from, we don't blame you for feeling a little overwhelmed (it's okay, we were too).

If cream pie isn't your thing, no worries - there's a huge selection of fruit pies, silk pies, seasonal pies, custom pies, and more. Pick up one (or 10, we don't judge) and indulge before checking out the rest of Zionsville.

It's got big-city spirit despite the fact it's a small town, and we think you'll love the sense of community shared here even with folks who are just visiting.

Head to the Zionsville Cultural District and enjoy local arts and entertainment, as well as eateries you won't find anywhere else but right here. For the more outdoorsy among us, did you know Zionsville is home to the largest land-per-capita parks system in Indiana? It's true - enjoy countless parks and lots of awesome natural attractions sure to keep you visiting every time you get a chance.

Zionsville is a little slice of utopia - or so it feels. Everyone here is just a little kinder, just a little friendlier, just a little more laid-back; you're sure to feel welcome and wanted here. It's definitely one of those places where everyone likes to learn your name.

We don't blame you; Zionsville is one of our favorite places, too.

For the full menu, as well as the most up-to-date hours and specials, be sure to check out the official My Sugar Pie website. Where do you find the best pie in Indiana? Tell us about your favorite spots in the comments!

Address: Zionsville, IN 46077, USA

Address: 40 E Pine St, Zionsville, IN 46077, USA

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Lee Yu Bin or simply known by her stage name Dami is a Korean artist under Dreamcatcher Company. She is also the main rapper, lead dancer and vocalist of K-Pop girl group Dreamcatcher and a former member of MINX. On September 18, 2014, she debuted as a member of MINX with the single Why Did You Come to My Home? On November 29, 2016, Happyface Entertainment announced that MINX would re-debut under the name Dreamcatcher, where two new members Gahyeon and Handong were added to the group.

In October, Dami, together with fellow members JiU, Siyeon and Yoohyeon, became contestants on the survival show MIXNINE. However, on December 10, it was announced that all four members would be leaving the show. With the third installment, the group announced their new comeback with their sixth EP, Dystopia: Road to Utopia and its lead single Odd Eye, which was released on January 26, 2021. Dami and Siyeon released an OST for the drama Black Hole in two versions, the original version debuted at number 1 on K-OSTs chart and on number 5 on the Rock charts.

On July 1, Dreamcatcher announced their management contract with Pony Canyon will end on August 31, 2021. On July 30, Dreamcatcher made their comeback with the song BEcause and the special EP Summer Holiday. In February 2022, it was announced that Dreamcatcher will release their second Korean studio album in April.

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Eat your favourite breakfast and we'll tell you if Dreamcatcher's charming rapper Dami will join you - PINKVILLA