Urban Honking

Scandal rags and barely conscious Americans are destroying Australia, reports The Age, and ruining its moral compass: “I remember a time of cheese recipes, crochet poncho patterns and lovely snaps of Maggie Tabberer whirling around in yet another tent. Now, it’s Courtney Love on the floor with her legs up over her head.” I am […]

I’m in Chicagoland til SUNDAY pour le feminism & hip-hop conf. If you’re in Chicagoland and feel like making trouble, email me. Meanwhile, stay tuned for live updates on the haps, and the Hops. MORE MAGIC THANK YOU JSHEPHERD

While I douse myself in the Medea-fire of last-minute Courtney and write 40 other musicky and art reviews in the between-space of the next week and a half, please accept my humble offering, the story of someone else’s roommate. My ole partner in crime “Ben” was a performance artist who got into the Museum School […]

I have finally joined my personal canon of Jessica Hopper, Britt Barton-Lindsay, Keith Harris, Laura Sinagra, Jon Dolan, Melissa Maerz, Dylan Hicks, M. Matos, Jeff Johnson and whatever other brainy Midwestern firecrackers I am loving-loving who ever wrote for the Minneapolis City Pages. And my Ellen Allien cover exclusive for XLR8R is out now; it […]

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 anxiety-addled shamefest that is binge and purge eating. As a result of Schiavo’s eating disorder, […]

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 was reggaeton night, is what I know. And that 1500 salsaing adults, some fabulously dressed […]

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 “driving”) to Denver Colorado, walking six or seven miles in 100 degree weather across a […]

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 lengths to make itself believe it is cooler than it actually is. He had used […]