I moved to Hong Kong when I was one, and by the time I was six it became a fact of life that the most important accessory in the hot humid month of a Hong Kong summer is an umbrella. Chinese 格格 (housewives) would never be caught without one, to shield them from the brutal sub-tropical sun, lest their moon-white skin be caught by its rays and turn an undesirable yellow.
It has been a week of nouns weakening in applicability, often adjunct and defunct; this acronym owes more, to us, than onus. Mill mountain, noun, is promised to purge even itself, last sold in 1633, last whispered in Winchester, the … Read More
This past Friday Whitman Theater filled with the South Asians, the gays and lesbians, the prefrosh, and the otherwise unaffiliated for the stand-up performance of Vidur Kapur.
There was a time when the idea of a different spin on the dry humor of The Daily Show might have made sense. Around the time that Stewart and co. produced America: The Book, they were a twister (or some … Read More