The Goddamn New York Jets
Being a Jets fan means waiting for the other shoe to drop and never being surprised when a boot comes down on your throat.
Being a Jets fan means waiting for the other shoe to drop and never being surprised when a boot comes down on your throat.
Israeli society and culture are just as seemingly contradictory as are its geography and settlement.
Remember Peggle? Remember missing it? I’ve got some good news. There is a Peggle-like genre!
As forms go, the villanelle wants you not to take it seriously. At a glance, it’s childish. It seems the stuff of sing-song nursery rhymes. It is not.
In which I just admit that sometime between the Atari 2600 and PlayStation 2 or 3 gaming has passed me by, and that’s o
Is minestrone pronounced minestrone-eh as if a Canadian was offering it to you, minestrone-ee as if there were no generous Canadians aboot?
National divorce is loser talk. It only comes out when Republicans lose elections. If Republicans win, talk of national divorce disappears.
A “lost” symbolist classic by Gustave Khan about a dreamer throwing himself into “life” and running away to join the circus.
It took Elden Ring to teach me “Yeah, you can walk away. Come back later.”And having done that, I’ve found that Horizon: Zero Dawn is a really good game!
Li Bia, who Ernest Fenollosa and Ezra Pound refer to as Rihaku as he is known in Japan, was born in 701 A.D.
We fast track that kind of thing, and for good reason. French onion dip is delicious. This onion dip is preferable.
Is it wholly representative? I argue that it is. If you come to New York City, and only New York City, you have truly been to America.
Sir Walter Ralegh was…well, he was Sir Walter Ralegh. Unfortunately, like Kit Marlowe, he found trouble and fell out of favor with the queen.
All of this is true. I don’t live in Austin. I don’t live in San Antonio, Houston, El Paso, or Amarillo. I don’t even live in Texas. In fact, I hate the Dallas Cowboys...
“Someone said something on the internet” reared its digital head again, this time producing social media complaining over a Tiny Desk episode.
In Adele Bertei’s novelistic memoir, a Dickensian waif survives a rough childhood and recreates herself as a queer “stud,” a poet, and a performer through the saving grace of music.