“We were watching the same lights, inhaling the same air, and waiting for the same New Year to come, wishing the same things for our family and heading towards the same future.”
En detail I rather love and admire the female species; it is only en masse that it begins to confuse, frighten, and bewilder me. My opinion on the subject was, however, somewhat flexible until this weekend when, in the course of forty-eight hours, I both visited an all-women’s college and watched a play, “Uncommon Women,” about life at a women’s college.
“Granny began losing her memory. Last spring, she mailed me a ripped-out page of an English course catalogue for Middlebury College. I couldn’t tell if she had forgotten that I go to Princeton.”
Dear Mr. Eastman, I don’t speak to just anyone. That’s by choice. Most people say really really dumb things. Even when they have the chance to figure out what they’re going to say beforehand. Like on the news. Ms. Fuchsia-blazer … Read More
Saying goodbye to the dirtiest of my dirty pleasures hasn’t been easy. Especially since I am a relatively clean (and some would say highly self-disciplined) person. And so my recent farewell to Entourage, HBO’s eight-season series on the glories of … Read More
Reach for a hardcover book with his name
sprawled across the top. It’s only natural,
you consider, to be drawn in by philosophers whose
names you once pronounced phonetically.
Dearest IV,
American poet Carl Sandburg called TV the “idiot-box.” This is the only thing I learned in 5th grade. Now I think Carl Sandburg is an idiot-box. However, the fact remains that television is a thing oft-maligned from every quarter.
“I was interested in regrowth—what better setting for that pursuit than the lawn, where lavender and hyacinth and rubrum extend their arms beyond their allotted plots?”
