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Monday, December 7, 2015

An Article: UFO Sandwiches: the How, Why, What & How of UFO Sandwiches: the Article

by Chris Alarie
Illustration by Alexis Faulkner

Having moved to Brooklyn last year, I've spent a good chunk of the last few months learning the ins and outs of this little city called New York City or sometimes just the Big City or mostly just New York. Among those ins—or maybe it's an out; I'm not really sure—is this surprising tidbit about sandwiches (which I will present in the form of a rhetorical question): did you know that in NYCsandwiches cost exactly $50.55? It's true. And the price is the same at every deli. The price is highly regulated and any vendor/restaurateur/deli-atician/sanwicherist who does not comply with that price is heavily fined and beaten.

Now you may be asking yourself,"Why would anybody pay that much for a sandwich? That seems like a ridiculously high price to pay for such a basic item." Well, first of all, fuck you. Who do you think you are? Some fancy bastard who's too good for our weird, expensive New York sandwiches? Go fuck yourself. Second: it actually isn't as expensive as it seems because New York sandwiches can regenerate themselves. All you have to do is take a piece of the sandwich and place it in the sunlight and it will grow into an entire new sandwich. Of course, there is a limit to how many new sandwiches can be generated from a single sandwich. Usually, the upper limit is somewhere around 14 new sandwiches—which makes for an incredible return on the initial $50.55 investment. Unfortunately, the lower limit is five sandwiches. While there is a fair bit of randomness involved in any New York sandwich transaction, certain types of sandwiches have particular tendencies. Hey, let's go through them together now.

Turkey sandwich: eight to 12 regenerations. Turkey sandwiches are generally one of the best values in all of New York the City.3
Salami sandwich: six to ten regenerations. While not as valuable as turkey, salami sandwiches are usually a good investment.
Ham sandwich: 5 to eight regenerations. Ham sandwiches are bad investments. Do not order a ham sandwich.
Tuna salad sandwich: seven to 14 regenerations. Tuna sandwiches have one of the widest range of possible results.
Chicken salad sandwich: five to 12 regenerations. As always, chicken salad sandwiches are just a lesser version of tuna salad sandwiches. Also, sometimes chicken salad sandwiches inexplicably regenerate as reuben sandwiches.
Reuben sandwich: ten to 14 regenerations. Oddly enough, reubens sometimes regenerate as ham sandwiches.
Po boy: seven to ten regenerations. I don't know what this is. I guess it's some kind of sandwich.
Gyro: sorry, gyros aren't sandwiches. They don't have anything to do with this.
Burrito: also not a sandwich. Also, I'm pretty sure that there are no burritos anywhere in the five boroughs.4
BLT: I don't know. I've never actually ordered a BLT.

Now you might be wondering how all of this came about. Unfortunately, it is far too complicated for me to explain or even comprehend. But the initial technology allowing for sandwich regeneration was originally developed by extra terrestrials. A cabal of shadowy figures operating in secret deep within the federal government learned these techniques and, in turn, taught them to sandwich industrialists throughout the Big Cheesy Apple Potato.In order to preserve the illusion of a free market economy, these alien-technology-informed sandwiches are set at the carefully determined price of $50.55. And now you know the whole story—like a real goddamn New Yorker! Fuck you.

Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.



1 NYC is another name for New York City. It's an acronym but nobody knows what it stands for. It dates back to the 17th century, when all New Yorkers spoke an ancient, untranslatable dead language known as Dutch.
2 Yeah, it's another rhetorical question. Fuck you if that's a problem, hey.
3 I'm pretty sure this is another name for New York City. But there is at least a small chance that I came up with this one myself when I hit my head on the toilet really hard the other day.
4 This is yet another nickname for New York City. It is an anglicization of the Spanish term "cinco burros", which means "five donkeys". This is because New York City was originally founded in the 14th century by five super-intelligent donkeys who had sailed over from Spain.
5 That's right, another fucking nickname!

Friday, December 4, 2015

Two Rock and Roll Poems

Rock n Roll
by Alexis Faulkner

Plane down
Wings ripped apart
Strewn
Not staged, not on a stage
This is not a test

Let us examine the interior of the rock n’ roll suicide

Flesh guts wound round wires neon
Spiral center tight bound toward the brain
Electric spark shoots also up, comes and goes
Rock n roll is not really a go with the flow art
Follow the unprotected surge too
High demons with razor claws sewn in and with gravity, stuck
Sparklers once more up the center
Fluid inside dripping rainbow tears psychedelic from goddess tending towards ornamental elaboration from, say, Hendrix
There were notes in the suicide and then there were addresses
Structures inside they have furniture composed in waves of tension
I mean, you can still sit on the sofa
Dance uneven jerk work can wash right off skin

Death inside downed plane
Takes psychic vision
For internal view and dissection
Maybe this is a test
Maybe

On a stage


surfing
by Douglas Slayton

pressing down
navigating dim lit nights
three times a month
i catch myself smiling

Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Douglas Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

December 2015 Cover

by Chris Alarie





Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Two Classical Poems

april 2nd
by Douglas Slayton

the seasons change their song
as they change with each other

it was a theme played on my palm
running lengthwise with your fingers
held tightly
bowed slightly

Classical
by Alexis Faulkner

Good old fashioned essex station and I was sure a 
Ghost hand touched my head
Then I figured out it was my own hand
And the psychology of me splitting into a ghost to 
Feel my own head sent spinning me into the train 
Gutters
Not all of them are easy thoughts
Unfolding the middle east through fireworks
Because here in the west the explosions are 
Miniature
Ghost once again
Bombs are ghosts and spawn ghosts
A fine mist, really
Eastern corner of westerners mind
Good old fashioned essex station reveals its wealth
To me on this Novemberest of days
M train wretched waiter-maker
But thought blessing it sends onto me this day
Champagne for the cheers and vanity thoughts
Have but a ghost waiting for me


Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving 2015: Haiku

by Chris Alarie

I give thanks for Bart
Simpson & all the other

Simpsons—like Maggie

by Alexis Faulkner

I just discovered
Deliciosity of
Kahlua. Turkey.

by Douglas Slayton


i am thankful
for existential dread and 
endlessness of night

Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

A Sloppy Thanksgiving Contribution for 2015


While Watching the Parade While Sitting in Brooklyn
by Alexis Faulkner

Today in New York City there is a parade
One most grateful day twenty fifteen
Facts being delivered by one French-Canadian-named person about a parade
Balloon hitting a plane
The peril of the twenties
Thinking about the environment was not a big deal to anyone at NBC then
I did make sure to get cranberries without any dolphin parts in them
INSPECTED
“oh god, is that just snoopy’s head?”
Perhaps this parade is a simple terror
Brussel sprouts and bacon and turkey to come
Comes with worry
My first time
Can’t wait to bite into the dark meat
The man with the lisp on the teevee won’t lie to us about the lions
Syrups and chocolate pieces for the pie delight darkly warming

What a wonder a feast a time for just eating

Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 

Friday, November 20, 2015

Two Gospel Poems

Waiting in the Bushes
by Douglas Slayton

with resounding call
the voices ring and shake through
colored glass

it is nothing real
nothing concrete

it sits in my chest like a song
that floats about the pews
caught up in hair and hands
out the door

it will never stay
but reach out for it
anyways

Leaving Something Out
by Alexis Faulkner

Hello dreadful throne giver
Stepping down majestically (sarcasm)
Leaving to take over another operation
The Word as gospel
Hello listener (sarcasm again)
Waving hands around, spreading germs across all surfaces
Words flew
Flying words
Anger
My color check in: Red
Holding everyone under rule in a circle
Sure, it's a strong shape, or is that the triangle
I wouldn't have asked you because I wouldn't have been able to patiently listen
To your response, trust answers, not turn back to red
Temperature reading an unsurprising hot
Why now
This is all really vague
This is about work
I remember the white tiles upon first step
I clomped on them and eventually wore white shit on my jeans
Where my knees touched the floor
The snow I'm so excited for it to get cold again
Sing a song
Twirling in the flakes falling from the sky
The white flakes I love them
The sky The sky is bigger in some states
You know big sky country? Wow, what a beautiful thing about an unpopulated area
Back to the patch of ice I slipped over to work I sang the song
The song sang at me the reverb
It was a pattern or resistance and then a pattern of feed back and then back to observing the reverb
The very thing is about church it's so dramatic
The very thing about snow
It's so beautiful


Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.