Because we’re adept cave dwellers, because we pull down the shades and curl into each other, because we find some sort of domestic bliss in being fake-married for seven days, I think we can do anything.
What’s better than going for a ride in Neko Case’s car? Winning it in a raffle, of course. And if that raffle benefits a good cause? Well, that’s one very thoughtful…
Friday October 16, the New Yorker opened its annual weekend festival of readings, conversations, art tours and musical performances. This is my account of the events I attended, which included…
MONDAY, October 12, 2009 – SUNDAY, October 18, 2009 This week in New York, The New Yorker Festival hits town. And yes, while the “Humor Revue,” “About Towns,” and “Kaffeeklatches”…