Recently, I’ve been writing about some of my literary opinions on a blog called The Perpetual Post. There, I’ve had the pleasure of debating a variety of Arts & Culture topics on a weekly basis with a spirited bunch of people who are eager to take sides on everything from Obama’s politics to the latest …
As someone who has cultivated an anti-authoritarian reading list since the end of high school (or beginning of college, depending upon your viewpoint), I was eager to read Howard Zinn’s final contribution to the annals of modern history, The Bomb, published this month by the daring muckrakers and perpetual shit-disturbers at City Lights. As a …
The latest issue of ReadyMade features a piece called “Required Reading,” which highlights a London institution called The School of Life, where “bibliotherapists” prescribe books to their “patients.” Give your bibliotherapist a list of your reading preferences and some life goals, and you’ll get your own personalized reading list. Hot, right? Unfortunately for the broke-asses …
Normally I don’t like to share my haiku with my husband. It’s not that I’m afraid of his judgement, exactly. It’s more that the stuff scribbled in my personal notebooks is mostly just private. It hasn’t been edited, and it’s not publication-worthy, so why would I let someone else see it? But this morning he …
