What My Old Columbia Housing Apartment Looked Like in 1609
That little highlighted box, or part thereof, in the corner is 119th street between Morningside and Amsterdam. Or it will be 400 years from now. Or from when this image…
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THE EYEBALL: This was, is, and will be Spinal Tap
I recently read on some blog somewhere in the bloggy blog blogosphere a reference to certain movies as “wallpaper.”
Outsider Art with a Professional Sheen
America has always had people dying for a taste of the limelight and others willing to delude them for a healthy profit. PBS takes a funny and moving look at…
Murakami’s Latest – 1Q84
Original story at The Millions. You probably didn’t even know that Haruki Murakami has a new book coming out today. That’s because the hype has been largely suppressed, and also…
THE LONELY VOICE #5, The Rumpus Short Story Column: We Are All Lizzie Borden
This happens sometimes. I got murder on the brain this morning.
An Oral History of Myself #5: Kevin
In 2005 I began interviewing people I grew up with. Because I left home at thirteen and spent four years in group homes, my social network was significantly wider than…
How To Be Inappropriate: A BookExpo America Guide
The first step in the modification of any behavior—inappropriate or otherwise—is to define said behavior. The purpose of this monograph, then, is not to advocate nor caution against any behavior…
Morning Coffee
National Geographic has a slideshow on animals glowing in the name of science. Thank you Science. Brock Davis’ shattered art. Scientists in the Pacific Northwest have figured out how to…
Book Expo Preview
While construction workers and stagehands were scurrying around the Jacob Javits Convention Center in New York City—which will play host to the BEA for the next four years—the CEO of…
Occupational Hazards by Jonathan Segura: An Ex-Girlfriend’s Review
I feel as if I've earned the right to review Occupational Hazards. Jonny and I have already loved and hated each other.
Six Feet Under
The protagonist of Jim Krusoe’s new novel looks for his mother—in the afterlife, or in Cleveland.