It’s day TWO of my Thirty-Day Series of Female Poets! I’m excited to continue with this project and I will devote more time to this as the series goes on and on. Trying to research and write this in a half an hour after a long work day, probably isn’t going to do the series … Continue reading Juana De Ibarbourou, Life-Hook
This is the first installment of my month-long series showcasing a wonderful piece of poetry by a female poet. I hope to do this for thirty straight days. For the first poet, I’ve chosen Sojourner Truth and her incredibly powerful poem, Ain’t I A Woman. I can’t think of a better person more suited to … Continue reading Sojourner Truth, Ain’t I A Woman?
To many people, including myself, Björk is a mystical, cosmic non-human entity from the future who allures us into her realm with colors and sounds and images and warmth and light and darkness that she’s pulled out of her little mystical pocket like a forgotten receipt. “Oh that? I was wondering where that went!” I imagine … Continue reading MoMA’s Most Ambitious Project Yet: Ruin Björk For Everyone
If you don’t venture to Astoria often, I highly recommend it for this view alone. This was taken from Astoria Park. Also, Astoria’s Greek food is second to none. Try the saganaki, anywhere you can get it. Trust me on this. Continue reading The RFK Bridge
I’m beginning to feel as if I’m living right smack in the middle of the intersection of Past and Future, but where Present doesn’t yet exist. It feels like a small detail that’s been left out; a detail only I’ve noticed. I can clearly look forward and see what’s ahead; I can turn around and … Continue reading The Old Cars
Africa is amazing! And adventurous! And wow! Look at all the animals! I can’t wait to hug Africa, guys! Do you want to hug Africa with me? Let’s go on safari! Well, “stylist and blogger,” Golriz Moeini would like to tell you what she thinks of Africa, but more importantly, why she loves Africa. She’s … Continue reading This is, quite possibly, the dumbest thing you’ll ever read
It was raining and I was wearing heeled ankle boots. For some reason, my umbrella was leaking heavy, nonrhythmic drops on my head every few feet. I couldn’t see where the drops were coming from because it was dark and I was too busy half-running, half-walking down Broadway. Oh well, wet hair be damned. I had to hurry, … Continue reading Chilly Gonzales: Piano Concerto No. 1