He Died For Your Beads

February 22, 2007

God Talks

Prime Mover: Thanks for having Me.
Earthly Representative: It’s our pleasure. We’re really excited to have you here.
PM: Ah, no worries. I was here already.
ER: And, personally speaking, it is such an honor to meet you.
PM: Man, you already knew Me in your heart.
ER: Really?
PM: No, I’m joking. But we have met already.

by Tessa Brown on February 21, 2007March 17, 2013

Timing is Everything

In Phillip Haas’s The Situation, a film about the war in Iraq, there is no happy ending. On the bright side, as one of the film’s protagonists, a U.S. intelligence operative, says to his war-weary journalist girlfriend, “It’s just Iraq. Don’t let it get to you.”

by Rory K. Weisbord on February 21, 2007March 17, 2013

Seeking Out the Greats

Princeton University is a warped, funhouse mirror image of Hollywood, where the oldest and least attractive people are the stars and the beautiful children of privilege pay high prices to stand briefly in their presence. Like Princeton, Hollywood is a … Read More

by Anonymous on February 21, 2007March 17, 2013

About Amaechi

I haven’t really paid attention to professional basketball since the last time Patrick Ewing sweated all over the Garden’s courtside seats. I used to love the NBA, and almost everything about it, but my fandom lapsed several years ago; as I write this, the All-Star Game is going on, and I’m watching “Patch Adams.” (I love it when Robin Williams cries.) Yet in the last week or so, my attention has returned to roundball, and specifically, to the story of John Amaechi.

by Justin Pierce Baldwin Gerald on February 21, 2007March 17, 2013

Roger Q. Mason Tells No Lies

Roger Q. Mason is controversy. Roger Q. Mason is change. Roger Q. Mason is revolution. “Every good revolution happens behind locked doors,” he proclaims, sealing the portals leading to Theatre Intime’s Charrier Room. He’s been directing rehearsals for seven weeks … Read More

by Max Kenneth on February 21, 2007March 17, 2013

Mixed Tongues

One sunny Saturday morning, at the end of my first week in Japan, Ms. Shinako arrived, packaged gift in hand, bowing deeply and smiling as she stepped through the door. She was in her mid-twenties, petite and a little bit … Read More

by Youngho Ryu on February 21, 2007March 17, 2013