Richard Meyers is a writer, and a bit of a malcontent, currently living under duress in Brooklyn, N.Y. He has a bachelor’s degree from an Ivy League institution, and enjoys riding his bicycle. He may or may not be twenty-nine years old ("depending on which realtor you ask").
There’s an ice cream truck near my apartment that sells cinnamon ice cream. I haven’t tried it yet; but when I do, I think it’s going to be my favorite.
Follow the curve, as it goes down… down… down… Such is the tone of Benjamin Anastas’ An Underachiever’s Diary, just recently reissued as a Dial Press Trade Paperback and concurrently…
“For me, the idea of selling out was the worst possible thing,” says Douglas Rushkoff during a discussion with friend and fellow writer Walter Kirn one recent evening at an…