I was around 10 years old when I gained possession of a book by Ruth Rendell called Heartstones. More of a novella than a book, it was a psychologically tragic type of read, horrifyingly good, and at 10 years old I was hooked on the likes of it forever. I’ve …
This weekend I am compelled to some kind of musical acknowledgment for the strife of an old friend from NYU/NYC. Having cut off her nose to spite her face, my friend is currently stuck in Phoenix with a great job, but no real friends or lovers, and no one of …
Me? Oh, I don’t cook I run. I like Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass. I’m just as likely to read Christina Davis as I am to read Christina L. Davis. Forth a Raven and International Institutional evaluation. Poetry and Politics. It’s all the same to me. And if I …
Late Sunday brings/brought: A disturbing (via Jezebel, sorry), call for assassination, which if tweeted by a Muslim, or female, probably would have already resulted in an arrest of some kind. A great picture taken in Austin during SXSW, and posted at my Compulsion for your enjoyment. And the wonderful news …
I spent the weekend snowboarding and “Standing With Haiti” throughout MD to the PA line. Some places were collecting shoes, and some were collecting money. It was all good, though it appears Haitians need food, water, and tents more than anything right now, along with a few cruise ships boats …
