Mother Teresa and Princess Diana? Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson? Add to that Arthur C. Danto and Lou Reed.
from the Texas Observer, listen around 10 min.
“You are so beautiful….I am going to make you a sandwich!”
Chinese Factory Workers and the Toys They Make
Shameless but important: on the government shutdown
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I first arrived a few weeks shy of my twelfth birthday. I can still recall a great number of details. There was no lake, no breeze, no bats circling the air at dusk. No eight-lane highway, whose shoulder was lined with wildflowers, no cars, in fact, and nobody [more]
Book a night to see the show! 80$ and maybe you get dinner!
Breakfast: “I can’t imagine you working for someone…at least not for very long.” Lunch: “He asked me to wear a butt plug and text him throughout the day.” Dinner: “Can I have broccoli rabe, shrimp ceviche, and can you make an iced decaf coffee?”
The guys at Passport Control always have some joke for me when I tell them I studied architecture. This time, it was about Seinfeld.
#vfno went on hiatus in New York, but was apparently going strong in Paris. Hasn’t anyone written a more excoriating critique of it?
Georg did you read the face-off between Obama and Putin in the New York Times?
Spent some time with the muskrat population of Prato today
Today is my first day in Prato, and I am forced to consider some conflicting facts. Here now is Stefano, arriving to pick me up at the Bologna airport with my name scribbled on an A4 sheet. He confirms some suspicions about Italy—that he lost his previous job [more]
It rained on their wedding day. What did the bride wear? What did the groom wear? Only the bride can tell. What did the guests wear? Four pichets of rosé. We downed them, our throats slick with gimlets and beer. Before the bride and the groom stood the [more]
Il a attrapé le bouquet de mariée! réception sous la boule
I got a job today. To treat myself, I did one of my favorite things, which is to buy a garbage bag full of slut clothes from Guerrisol. It cost all of 10€.
Paris takes well to sunlight. I first arrived on a day similar to this one in the summer of 2005. It was the end of the baccalauréat exams and that night, students filled the streets. We kissed strangers, ate pie with our fingers, and watching dawn slip away above [more]