It’s March 2003, and a late snowstorm is capping what was the snowiest winter since 1978 when we were all kids and school closed for a week. I’ve got a wood stove and a novel to write, and I should be sitting in front of the one and working on the other. Instead, I’m in […]
One of the most interesting things I have discovered since losing my job is that TBS shows four back-to-back reruns of the television show Dawson’s Creek every morning from 8am to noon. Today, unfortunately, there was a conflicting event: a "Women For Hire" job fair was held in downtown Boston. Being a woman for hire […]
In my search for employment, I overtalked, confessing to anyone who would listen that for six years I had been silent. I was proud of the length of my suffering.
The classified ad in San Francisco’s Bay Guardian was straight out of a doper’s dream: Marijuana Research Subjects Wanted. Sure, why not?! In those dayslate 1975it seemed surprising that the U.S. government was still trying to figure out the physiological effects of cannabis, but if they were willing to pay folks to smoke their Mississippi-grown […]
Located in the basement of 20 W. 20th Street since 1965, West Side advertises itself as the “friendliest range in town.” It’s also the only range in town.
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say "These wounds I had on Crispin’s day." –Henry V, iv, iii He considered going over to kill Hitler or Hirohito or somebody, but Uncle Sam had no boots or uniforms anywhere near his size. So they put him in Military Intelligence and sent […]
Kierkegaard, the father of existentialism, says that we realize not peace but only anguish.
Unlike many writers who oozed existential philosophy from every drop of ink that bled on their manuscripts, Jean-Paul Sartre does not shy from submitting a definition of existentialism.
Until recently, knitting only sparked my interest once before. I was six years old, stuffed on whole milk and liverwurst sandwiches, and waiting on my grandmother’s couch for my mother to come pick me up. The room was shadowed with nightfall, blue with television (the evening news), and oppressively boring the violent clicking of […]
I can’t recall exactly what triggered the incident, but it started like this: I was sitting on a sofa in a dimly lit room…gazing down at the face of a sleeping Marlon Brando…unable to resist the urge to do the unthinkable. Now, let me make one thing perfectly clearnone of what happened that night was […]
Although it’s tempting to disregard television as plebian entertainment, something I often do, the fact remains that there are near-limitless possibilities for challenging and fascinating television "programming," …