Kerouacian

And not in the Kerouacian sense either, more like the Seussian sense of teaching kids about The Cat in the Hat.

Archive 2009-07-01 Sarah Lenz 2009

And not in the Kerouacian sense either, more like the Seussian sense of teaching kids about The Cat in the Hat.

On Over-ripening... Sarah Lenz 2009

More on Twitter Follow Jason Gay on Twitter at twitter. com/wsjcouch We won't harangue you with the usual college-basketball grievances — that the great players wisely bolt early for the NBA; that slippery coaches wander the country like Kerouacian boxcar hoppers; that the general integrity of the sport seems to fit somewhere between kangaroo boxing and a late-night infomercial for an abdominal machine.

Wait, What Happened to February? Jason Gay 2010

More on Twitter Follow Jason Gay on Twitter at twitter. com/wsjcouch We won't harangue you with the usual college-basketball grievances — that the great players wisely bolt early for the NBA; that slippery coaches wander the country like Kerouacian boxcar hoppers; that the general integrity of the sport seems to fit somewhere between kangaroo boxing and a late-night infomercial for an abdominal machine.

Wait, What Happened to February? Jason Gay 2010

Some of my favorite writers have felt isolated or were isolated, traveling, wandering Kerouacian souls.

The Nervous Breakdown 2010

More on Twitter Follow Jason Gay on Twitter at twitter. com/wsjcouch We won't harangue you with the usual college-basketball grievances — that the great players wisely bolt early for the NBA; that slippery coaches wander the country like Kerouacian boxcar hoppers; that the general integrity of the sport seems to fit somewhere between kangaroo boxing and a late-night infomercial for an abdominal machine.

Wait, What Happened to February? Jason Gay 2010

This should ensure that my next review sounds like a bad parody of Kerouacian "spontaneous bop prosody."

Working for the Clampdown: The Importance of Word Choice BikeSnobNYC 2009

First things first: she was beautiful, she was a wreck, she was a writer, she was disowned by Jack, she spent her whole life trying to get a word of acknowledgment from one of the founding fathers of the Beat Generation, whose whole life was a particular Kerouacian Tower of Babel – words and language hell-bent to reach the heavens, to redefine language and spirit in the American landscape.

jan kerouac | hey jack! « poetry dispatch & other notes from the underground 2007

For almost a full month, we satisfied our Kerouacian wanderlust along the vast highways and off the beaten paths that run like veins and arteries through the heartland between Miami and Los Angeles.

Chez Pazienza: Both Ends Against the Middle 2008

As assisted by wikipedia, as cited, it was spontaneously composed in a Kerouacian riff in the Scalzi blog form, with no cut & paste from any other blog or email.

Blathering Lockdown: Day Six « Whatever 2008