Art

Thank god for the weekend. I'm going to get sloshed like crazy. Mom just called to ask me, "Do you know what today is?"  And I said, "Uh... Friday?".  And she says, "It's Good Friday."

I like nerdy bands for some reason, and in the case of JLC – who doesn't love an outfit that has a cellist, a harpischordist and a mellow guitarist?

One of the greatest tragedies in my life is when for some reason, my parents cleaned house when I left for college.  Along with the cleansing went all my books from first grade onwards to the half-price bookstore.  Comic books, tattered and dog-eared pages of favorites -- companions on

To keep alive, sky high, floating up spring awakening moving – to keep moving, like back back, on the bus, drowsy, lidded eyes, fuzzy haze red and pink, sunlight bouncing off the shades – riding buses through China, Laos, Jordan, Cappaddoccia; rice fields and deserts, jungles and ruins – they gallop past, half

A couple of shows that will pry me away from my magazines and blank screen (I hate that screen, staring at me sullenly, daring me to type something trite -- I'll show it!) History Channel:  This is one of my favorite stations -- who doesn't like shows about

Guster's music was familiar, like the friend who agreed with all my dreams, through anxiety and vindication.