We receive lots of mail from readers. Most of it is flattering, some letters are angry, some are smart and point out our mistakes. We also get tirades about Iraq or gay marriage, and there have been a few come-ons, and many offers to enlarge our penises. All are
photo by Frederic Bonn There is too much to say or describe about the wedding, the honeymoon, all the anticipation and excitement, so let’s just say it was wonderful (very wonderful, sooooooooooo wonderful, hard to believe it’s over wonderful) and perhaps, when I’m off the wedding-high,
‘There was a lull during which Velma loaded her cigarette case and Father Fabre surveyed the room – the bookcase with no books in it, only plants and bric-a-brac, and the overstuffed furniture rising like bread beneath the slipcovers, which rivaled nature in the tropics for color and variety
Imagine an old stock machine, with the ticker tape spitting out the side: this, then, is my brain right now: wedding wedding wedding wedding wedding work wedding cheeseburgers wedding wedding deadlines wedding good weather please wedding wedding book wedding family wedding wedding wedding wedding R. wedding ach! wedding wedding wedding
We are clouds / and terrible things happen in clouds. – Dean Young It’s been a hard winter and spring for almost everyone I know. A lot of my friends and family are having major upheavals – big moves, new jobs, medical school beginnings and graduations, jail, break-ups, suicides, funerals, engagements,
SARS be damned: a search for the perfect dumpling in New York's Chinatown, guided through eight restaurants in two hours by the man known as Inspector Collector.
My family has an Easter tradition of eating brunch at the Peninsula hotel, then going outside to Fifth Avenue to march in the parade of sartorial queens, do-dandies, and bow-tie’d church-goers who stroll up and down the street and preen. The highlight was chasing after Bill
In deference to my esteemed colleague, I agree: it is spring in Brooklyn, it is beautiful outside, I was able to wear a light jacket this morning when I walked my girlfriend to the subway... but when making a pitcher of iced tea I must draw a line in greater
Reading Nick Hornby’s new collection, Songbook, a birthday present from a friend, and I’m very happy. Hornby’s books do that to me. I should be doing work, but I’ve been on the couch for three hours and I’m almost finished, sadly, two cups of coffee
A list of signs seen at the Saturday, 23 March 2003 anti-war march in New York City. - Fuck Bush And Fuck All You Fucking Republicans - I Weep For My Country - Look Before You Kill - Work Not War - Media Whores + Pentagon Knuckle Draggers - But George, What If A Foetus Is
