Procrastination, Personified
Procrastination had followed me to London. An old, stubborn enemy, Procrastination is always there when the sun starts setting and the coffee starts brewing and the heart starts feeling nervous for the long night’s work ahead.
Dora’s Ghost
Nobel laureate Patrick Modiano’s most famous novel, Dora Bruder, is something like a ghost story, though not in the traditional sense. It is a ghostly story about a young man and a nation haunted by history. Modiano received the Nobel Prize in literature in 2014, the fifteenth French writer to do so after the 2008 laureate Jean- Marie Georges Le Clézio. While Le Clézio’s writing is sensual and tinted with exoticism, Modiano’s is sparse, introspective, and heav- ily autobiographical, sometimes even termed “autofiction.”
Our Kind of Blue
J & T and the whole gang have a new apartment, M tells me.
Go on
Before leaving the stage for the last time the dancer takes off
her feet.
We Should Really, Like, Do A Cleanse
What do Gwyneth Paltrow, my mother, and their doctors have in common?
The Problem with Prestige
Why Princeton’s a-list speakers can’t keep us awake.
Weird Vermeer
When I’m trying to be cool talking about my intersession I tell people I was visiting friends who are doing a gap year in the Capitol (which is technically true), but mostly I was hanging out with my aunt and going to art galleries.
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she cannot hope for anything better
than what she was on our red rust –
wagon’s wheels grinding as dad pulled us.
You Can’t Sing
Coming to grips with bad pitch.
Growing Up Ninja
The life and legacy of Naruto.
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My hands that snatch and swat go numb.
Goddesses Live Here
A journey through a forgotten world.
Puppy Videos
I’m all about puppies during finals because I never feel like less of human than when I have written the phrase “sociopolitical framework” and wondered whether what I meant was actually “geopolitical,”
Bass Drops and Bomb Threats
When rockets fired from the Gaza Strip hit Tel Aviv for the first time since 1991, I was studying at an army preparato- ry program in one of the city’s southernmost neighborhoods.
Dadvertising
Sitting down to watch last week’s Super Bowl XLIX, I thought I knew what to expect from an event the 49th of its kind: footballs on the field, fantasies in the commercials. From advertisements aimed at male audiences, I was accustomed to
hot babes, racecars and rock stars. What I found, instead, unsettled me.
#yesfilter
It was half past midnight. The snow was soft and crisp from the other side of the glass. The radiator spluttered, rousing from its hour-long slumber. Like adding cotton to an over- stuffed pillow, it seeped a heat into the tired room that stirred our restless desire to descend.