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 […]
Category Archives: Arts
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 […]
Daisy is not a bauble, and Gatsby is not a stalker.
Okay, okay, okay. I was going to try to stay out of this one. Despite all evidence and appearances to the contrary, I don’t enjoy hating everything. I just do. When […]
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 […]
Let’s Say: A Place
Let’s say there’s a place I’ve lived. Let’s say I lived there in my formative years. Let’s say I spent two years on two blocks on this place–this city–and two […]
