The Buddhists said it first, but it wasn’t until I read it in a science book that I first believed it. Life is an illusion. As scientists learn more and more about subatomic particles, the more they scare me. It’s … Continued
I am listening to a recording of Augusten Burroughs’ Running with Scissors, and I am delighted and appalled by the book. I am working on a memoir right now, and I appreciate the skill of Burroughs’ writing and his ability … Continued
Art by the Tracks on Sutton St. Tomorrow, Saturday I was reading an old New York Times Sunday Styles over coffee this morning, and read an article that made me rub my eyes in disbelief. “Jovan Hill pays his (Brooklyn) … Continued
When I was a child veterans would sell red paper poppies on the street around Memorial Day to commemorate those who died in wars. I thought they were pretty, so I bought one and pinned it to my collar. When … Continued