Because in my post called " All Over the Place. . . All Over Brooklyn. . ." I posted some pics of my old neighborhood, but none were exactly of the places I was talking about, and because I had no plans for Christmas Day itself, and thought a little George Bailey trip down memory lane might be a fun way to spend the day, this afternoon I headed out ( Read more... )

I feel like my body is one tightly coiled muscle. The tension quivering at the brink of release, cautious before it relaxes. My mind is taking long circles around my memory keeping an eye out for something forgotten, some paper, some assignment, something due. . . But there is nothing. Last night, I napped on the couch and then sat up trying to ( Read more... )

First of all, I can't recommend Century of the Self enough. It is part tin-foil hat/part I-Knew-It-All-Along - but it very well-produced by the BBC and gives us plenty of food for thought. For those of you who don't want to watch stuff on your computer it might be available on Netflix or something - but again, totally worth watching ( Read more... )