vol. 6, issue 5

Wed, Feb 25, 2009, 11:38pm
It was a hot, humid, July day in 2006, halfway through the second Bush administration. Every Democrat in DC was gasping for fresh air, enduring an unquenchable thirst for something pure, something true, something made of pronounceable ingredients.
Wed, Feb 25, 2009, 11:06pm
Looking through Jeff Lewis’ sketchbooks, I realize why he compels me. The almost impossibly talented comic artist and singer-songwriter is simultaneously self-deprecating and eloquent, nerdy and too cool.

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