Urban Honking

This is a story about control. The statue: a rendering of Alison Lapper in the rotating place in Trafalgar Square, historically the domain of generals and monarchs; Lapper, born with the birth defect phomocilia syndrome which left her armless and short-legged, is depicted nude and pregnant. The crux: several British art critics and some of […]

‘sole news but fuckit: jessica sendeth the funniest shinola ever: Harriet Miers’ blog: I think you can probably tell who came out on top in Miers v Six Vodka Tonics! My first case and I lost it!! LOL conducted an exceedingly amazing interview today with a certain purveyor of ice creams & clipse tapes. Contender […]

Serendipity. On the Jewish new year, I was playing good Catholic girl for the first time in a lunar cycle, wearing the Virgen de Guadalupe emblem on the bust of my pink tee, reading about Mighty Guadalupana Coatlaxopeuh Tonantzin, and clicking Hail Marys off an imaginary rosary, for reals, when I heard the dude. He […]

lemme tell you bout the baddest chick i know

Flanked by an absurd seven-foot-tall wooden racquetball racquet that Miles had leaned against the bookcase and which made me feel like the incredibly shrinking woman, hit it or quit it‘s editorial braintrust stood today, together for the first time ever since Michiganfest 2002, in jr and miles’ living room, and read verse aloud to one […]

LOKING might be better than Loving, I think: the BOBW (best of both worlds). Jessica is a terrifically inspiring craft partner; almost exactly a year ago, we sat on Steven’s orange carpet in the old apartment and she helped construct my infamously awesome “history of Queensbridge rap” diorama, the centerpiece of which featured photocopied cut-outs […]