The next Post Of The Week will be announced on Sunday evening.
Please note that nominations for next week cannot be accepted until then.

1. City Wendy in the Windy City:VD:Romantic Day or STD?

This is a doily occasion, an occasion made popular by decorated empty kleenex boxes, glitter, and cards with cartoon Winnie-the-Poohs holding pots of honey on their big bulging bellies and declaring, “I’m sweet on you.” This day is for children, not full-grown adults who have advanced vocabularies and extended means of communication with which to express their feelings every day of the year.

2. Life on Earth and Other Accidents:Pod People

I don’t believe I’ve ever met anyone so singularly unreadable and passionless.

3. Little.red.boat: The Public Transport Smile Handbook

Sly, secretive, conspiratorial, wicked, it’s the smile that acknowledges that not only are you listening in to the lurid details that your fellow passenger is divulging to her best friend, via the medium of crappy cellphone and filtered through the rest of the carriage, but that someone else is too.

4. MC Atzluit: Iggy Pop-Lust for Life

Here’s the real deal about reviews. The prefix ‘re’ means ‘to do again.’ So you’re viewing the art objects a second time when you review it. But what would an actual view look like? Perhaps you could set a video camera up and catch someone listening to a song for the first time. You could then study his facial expressions, the way he blinks or nods his head. Or, maybe something like this…

5. Sarsparilla:La guerra entre Britanica y Él Perú

There is a peruvian custom that forbids anyone eating avocado and egg at the same sitting, didn’t I know? I sulk violently, and eat his damn egg, as I’m beginning to realise that anything I make is British, and therefore poison. It will never be eaten.

6. Sometime Funny is All I Have: Sunday Silences

The image of myself, last night’s make up slithering down my face, hair unbrushed and clutching a tattered plastic bag full of clothes, staggering through the door to ask for caffiene in husky tones was too much for me to bear. Instead I sat on the steps above the kerb, next to a car with an “I Love Whitstable” sticker in the window, and started writing in my notepad.

7. The Overnight Editor: Getting Old in the Head

You kids won’t mind paying for Uni? Though our education was free?
Yeah and sorry we raided your pensions, for ours - based on last salary.
The baby-boom buckled the system, us living too long is the cause:
See, retirement’s a birthright for our generation we just can’t afford it for yours.

8. Tremble: My Choice

Getting my victuals at Choice means associating with certain undesirable aspects of my demographic. It’s kind of like holding a mirror up to myself, except in the mirror’s reflection I’m wearing white iPod ear buds, a Jack Spade messenger bag slung around my shoulder, adult sneakers from Camper, and I’m checking my RSS feed from a Blackberry. I would hate this imagined reflection, if he didn’t have such excellent taste in snacks.