How Not To Talk: A Reduction
Hello, old friends! I have something to say: The other night at a bar in Alphabet City, I spoke with a dear one about the qualities of a ‘true friend.’ […]
Author Archives: Brittany Allen
Metro Ethics 101
This morning on a stalled 7 train, tacked sideways to the lip of the Hunter’s Point station, I attempted to tune in to long-latent psychic powers. I tried magic. We […]
All Gussied Up: In Through The Out Door
They’re at a place called Sushi X on the Northern Boulevard, the kind of joint where the “Grand Opening!” sign is never taken down and all the rolls fall apart […]
All Gussied Up: Go West, Young Man
They were young and she was dreamy and so they figured, a hub; she said “New York, because my favorite movie The Sting is set there,” and he said… nothing. […]
Project Funtime Magic Go!
For the past three years on my computer there has been a “novel.” I use the air quotes here because the “novel” is as preposterous, as young-hearted, as many other […]
Eating Crow
I used to reserve a special kind of secret scorn for those kids who took weeks out of high school for vague illnesses that never seemed to resolve. I just […]
OH JUST AT LEAST PLEASE DON’T SHUT UP
It’s almost been a week. It’s cruel to think that “everything has already been said,” yet it’s tedious to hopscotch from one blustering blog to another. It is a paradox: […]
Homemaking (an amuse bouche)
Disclaimer: if this comes off as especially hippy-dippy and ramblin’, it’s only because I haven’t written in many moons. In the interest of due diligence and getting back into the […]
All that Glitters
*Spoiler alert, Iron Man 3D. But really, you haven’t seen it already? It’s a cheap thrill to rail on the easy target, so I will now belatedly upbraid the latest […]
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Whippersnapper
Leah Cox is watchable: in the Clark Theatre of Lincoln Center stages, way farther uptown than I usually go, she shepherds wunderkind to and fro with a grace that shrieks […]
The Adelpheans 