It’s fun to write with your friends. Check out this joint I wrote with Elissa Bassist, whose last name should really be Badassist.
“You are worried that you might have to take some money out of your savings account. A savings account. That’s so hot.”
“I adored this little gem, it’s a perfect object, a whopper of a story, alive and breathing with details, names, places, smells, and moments, some good, some not so good.”
Read the whole review, here.
The story of pigeon, hashbrowns, and facts.
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“”Even Jodi has gotten fingered,” Mark whispered as we moved through the empty kitchen on our way past the sanctuary toward the pool where Sister Donna took us to swim every Friday after school. I slid my hands along the cold stainless steel countertop where Sister Donna made her breads: braided long and skinny, or stacked sweet buttery fortresses of snowballs.”
read the whole story at The Chicago Reader…
Rhonda cleans houses eight hours each day Monday through Friday without a lunch break. Randi, who also cleans houses, has recently seen a decrease in her work opportunities. She believes Rhonda, who really has a mouth on her, is responsible for this decrease. If Rhonda worked 40 hours each week for two weeks, how many eight-hour days could Randi have worked if she clocked 27 hours in two weeks? Rhonda and Randi were friends until recently. Assume a workweek is Monday through Friday.
How are you? I am fine. I have not heard back from you, but you are probably busy making movies, so I’m not mad.
I recently purchased the Captain Jack Sparrow with Rifle and Removable Coat, which you undoubtedly are aware should look like you. The legs are poorly articulated and only swing out to the sides, like you would be stretching to go running, which I believe pirates rarely do.
From my review:
“Smith’s pastel-primary-fluorescent paintings could pass for an acid-trip grandma’s precision-heavy quilt (if quilts were made of paper and gouache), or a petri-dish of magnified-pointillist bacteria (if bacteria were perfectly circular and extra psychedelic).”
Carl says:
“Lost in the woods? Just come back from some mystical journey? Just got back from war? Just got back from killing everyone you know? Like to tap dance on flying swords? I like paintings about that. But to have all of that in one painting is something I don’t see. So I try to get as much of it in with my own work.”
From my article in F Newsmagazine:
“Art critic Jerry Saltz has challenged the inflammatory, paranoia-inspiring Fox News talk show host Glenn Beck to an art duel. Saltz would like Beck, who recently attacked the public art on Rockefeller Plaza, to curate two art exhibitions: one of images or actual works of art that exist in New York City which Beck would like to see demolished, and another show featuring contemporary art he approves of. “In the spirit of bi-partisanship,” wrote Saltz, he would “secure a first-rate New York venue for each exhibition,” and would write about each show in New York magazine.”