Monthly Archives: April 2005

For all the drama surrounding Terri Schiavo’s death, I think the saddest part is how a young woman ended up in her situation to begin with: like Paula Abdul, Jamie-Lynn Sigler, and Justine Bateman, Terri Schiavo suffered from bulimia, the … Continue reading →

First Saturdays at the Brooklyn Art Museum are the fucking jumpoff. They have dance parties and paintings and lectures and brooklyn philharmonic and kris says in the summer there are block parties, too, but I don’t know about that. Tonight … Continue reading →

and since I’m on memory dispension time, i’ll tell you the story of how I got heatstroke for the Pope. I was forced by my intensely catholic mother to attend World Youth Day 1993, which meant “making a pilgrimage” (nee … Continue reading →

Cheyenne Books and Records is where I got my first copies of Valis and Sister, possibly on the same day, although that could be my rosy revisionism, a perfect coincidence of my own memory. The mind will go to great … Continue reading →