I was in NYC for a conference this weekend. I spent Friday night at the Beacon theater doing the “I feel like a college kid again” thing — seeing Guster. My newly old boyfriend offered tickets to RAIN for Saturday night, and Igreedily took them excepted them. He wondered slightly …
Slovenian Poets
I knew a Slovenian poet in college, or so he said. I never disputed his claim on poetry or Slovenia, though there was more than reasonable doubt behind either declaration. My first college roommate, with her vulgar bedroom habits and less than inspired imagination, could have easily challenged him in …
Strange Creatures We Are, Living For Love, Battlefield That It Is
Acrobatics are amazing, and being covered in meat is impressive, but there is something to be said for having a classically trained voice, and an undamaged brain. A brain in which a light bulb went off when, at a club she often performed at in NYC, having no time to …
In Praise of Falling on the Sword
In an email, titled Shoot me Now My Party Has Been Taken Over by Loons, one of my more conservative friends sent me a link to the the oh my fucking gawd of the day. Christine d’Arc, Why Her Election is So Important, a piece de resistance absurdité at Red …
Hooked on Tradition
The weather hovers between sultry and cold. There is a notable impatience while we wait for the season of sweaters and socks to firmly establish a presence. The month of considering the best horror movie ever made, or horror novel ever written, will soon be past. We shouldn’t let it …
Fond (Doggoned) Ambition
I’m 24 years old. I make a comfortable living as an analyst at a job that at best is part time. I own some property, more than “some” actually, and I manage it myself. I spend most of my time on graduate school studies, or my work for the economic commission. I’m itching to …
