Once, I watched the Yeah Yeah Yeahs on HDNet in Central Park. Karen O was nuts — writhing on stage, ripping off stuff, just really going crazy.
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So another thing I didn’t mention earlier: I’m here by myself. But the thing about Bonnaroo is, that’s not really a problem.
Some of you die-hard IDTheory readers may remember me as the “Guy With The Biggest Car”, or as the least-prolific blogger on “The Token Republicans”.
Wake-up Call! All the books on my nightstand have had it with my lackadaisical attitude.
I’m still mulling over the bravery of Will Eno’s play “The Flu Season,” which I read a few weeks ago. It has flitted about the edges of my mind since.
I recently read This Is Your Brain on Music: The Science of a Human Obsession by Daniel J. Levitin.
As a teacher, I reserve the right to read great kiddie and YA literature, so…
“The world was not waiting for a telephone,” begins Eula Biss in her striking essay “Time and Distance Overcome.”
I’ve been on a great short story kick, and it seems to be continuing. I used to be a fairly exclusive novel reader, in it for the investment, the sloppiness, and the grandeur. Stories were nice, I thought, but easy. Fool that I was. Now I’m learning that stories are anything but easy and that […]
Last week I went to the library and took out the following books: Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About My Neck, Meghan Daum’s My Misspent Youth, and Joan Didion’s Where I Was From. You guessed it: I’m on a ladies nonfiction kick.I arrived at the library knowing exactly what I wanted to take out. I […]
As a result of some twisted effort towards generosity, we felt compelled to give out prizes to the authors of our "top stories" in each category published on the site.
So after many days of intermittent reading and napping (napping because the New York weather is killing us all slowly one snow flake at a time, reading because there is really only so much bad television I can let infiltrate my brain) I want to talk about a book most adults probably haven’t made time […]
So much has been written about this book, but in the case of an underappreciated “writer’s writer” like Yates, it seems you can’t really praise him enough.
I’m entirely, admittedly, neurotically obsessive about reading. I lock myself in my room for hours and simply read.