I’ve been thinking about Facebook a lot lately. Or maybe I don’t mean *lately.* Maybe I should just come clean and say: I think a lot about Facebook. Who doesn’t, really?
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I’ve been thinking about Facebook a lot lately. Or maybe I don’t mean *lately.* Maybe I should just come clean and say: I think a lot about Facebook. Who doesn’t, really?
I spent most of yesterday putting together notes to write a defense of James Franco and his work.
I spent most of yesterday putting together notes to write a defense of James Franco and his work.
It was a March evening in Havana and still hot at 6 pm. I was on my way to my apartment in the central neighborhood of Vedado on a street called Zapata.
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It was a March evening in Havana and still hot at 6 pm. I was on my way to my apartment in the central neighborhood of Vedado on a street called Zapata.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, “things you can do” books were sprouting like weeds.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, “things you can do” books were sprouting like weeds.
It’s the cruellest month: lilacs, dead land, spring rain…you know how it goes. For several reasons this April has seemed particularly dismal to me, not in small part due to an car accident that occurred earlier, in March.
The “sparrow’s flight from dark to dark”: Eleanor Wilner’s “The Morning After” Read More »
It’s the cruellest month: lilacs, dead land, spring rain…you know how it goes. For several reasons this April has seemed particularly dismal to me, not in small part due to an car accident that occurred earlier, in March.
