Kids In The Hall: Dave Foley: Good Attitude Towards Menstruation

Kids In The Hall: Dave Foley: Good Attitude Towards Menstruation

Mark Morford: Retail therapy saves America / It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel … like buying a new iPod and a boat

Mark Morford: Retail therapy saves America / It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel … like buying a new iPod and a boat

Trinity Rep – Some Things Are Private (2/15-3/23)

Trinity Rep – Some Things Are Private (2/15-3/23)

As you probably know, I’m a terrible emailer. I think it goes back to my childhood when my parents would only communicate to me through written commands.

Kurt

This is a call to all people of all walks of life–our struggles are intertwined. We are all affected. We are all related, there is no denying that our pasts and our futures are connected. We are all indigenous.

We all have the tools to shape our future. We don’t have to create or invent, just remember, acknowledge, and share. Learn all you can, question all you can, understand, and stand up for what you believe…. Our liberation is the process of defining what freedom is to us.

The streets are our stage.

My bed of nails, which needs a name and appropriate paint job, is finally done and was brought home today. It is 2 feet by 4 feet. Many thanks to my Uncle Hal, without whom none of this would have been possible.

Mark Morford: Meet my hot new stripper wife/ Turns out the mid-life crisis is a cruel global phenomenon. Can it be stopped?

Mark Morford: Meet my hot new stripper wife/ Turns out the mid-life crisis is a cruel global phenomenon. Can it be stopped?

Is Our Fear of Germs Bad for Our Health?

Is Our Fear of Germs Bad for Our Health?

As such, we risk perhaps the most vital and precious aspect of human understanding, our innate sense that everything is far, far more complicated and messy and juicy and fluidly interconnected, far more non-dissectible than we like to imagine, and in fact trying to dismember human experience into its drab components merely destroys the holistic integrity of the whole damnable circus.

He looked at her again from the raft, her slack stomach bent forward, her head on her knees. He saw her head lift and turn lazily towards the raft and he stood up then, stretching his body upwards, under what he imagined was her gaze. He dived, his body imagining itself suspended in air before it hit the water. Underwater he held his breath, swam through the flux of tiny bubbles, like crotchets before his open eyes.

Neil Jordan, “Night In Tunisia”