The title of this post ought to say it all. Also, please see Mor on abortion in Ireland.
He makes me sit there, as it’s nearing 5 a.m. in Kiev, and write. He’s not here. He’ll be on a plane to New York soon. But his hand is on my shoulder, and I’m writing. “I threw your army tags into the water. A thousand years later, archeologists will dig that shit right up,Continue reading “He’s funny that way”
You know who she kind of reminded me of, half the time? You might not think I get it, but I do. Tearing down the icons of the past is the easiest thing in the world, especially when they’re no longer here to defend themselves. But it’s like what Monica Roberts said over at whereContinue reading “No, Mary Daly was not awesome, you guys”
Odd to think that I published the poem on my 25th birthday. Or maybe not so odd after all. Enjoy.
Michael Forster Rothbart, who’s really cool and whom I interviewed earlier this year, has a new site dedicated to his photography, After Chernobyl. It’s interactive. A couple of people I adore have just created an equally adorable — and convenient — app: Pushme.to. Even as a stubborn, pedantic, even illogically hysterical anti-iPhoner, I can recognizeContinue reading “My friends do cool things: link round-up”