In April, a parent alerted Mr. Orsini about Formspring, a site on which comments...– “Online Bullies Pull Schools into the Fray,” The New York Times
A breathtakingly beautiful and fitting homage to London. While time lapse photos border on cliche, I can’t help but fall for the romance of the urban and historical blend of the city, a representation of a place shaped by tradition, sophistication and a public transit system with a stop that includes a place called Cockfosters. I might be giggling at the thought, but I am dead serious about...
Can't find my missing feeling
I’m not sure if this counts as interesting, exactly, because it’s about me and I don’t believe I’ve done enough stuff to be considered in that category. Fortunately, a hilarious picture of a pig riding a skateboard is bound to hit the web any minute now and this little entry can be forgotten shortly. After graduating college and generally making plans to move out, moving...
P.S. 22 chorus, without a hint of irony, pays tribute to Michael Jackson. (jayparkinsonmd)
Nobody's watching: The strange genius of the... →
A fascinating look at a sitcom that I swore was cancelled 900 years ago. Interesting. (via.)
These Children Who Come At You With Knives: A...
Jim Knipfel writes like Hans Christen Anderson just finished a Coen Brothers movie marathon. He tells dark and twisted fairy tales, like of a irritating gnome who is tired of being treated like a second class citizen. Knipfel’s fables are cynical without being alienating and dare I say, laugh out loud funny with serious insight and snark to boot. While a relatively forgettable series of...
XTC - Senses Working Overtime
Commencement: a book review
I have free time now, because I graduated college. While I am working this summer, it’s the type of work where it’s more like professional free time. Also, Facebook activity comes to a grindingly slow halt during the summer, as regular people tend to have less reasons to procrastinate and thus update less. So I read, mostly during “work.” One of the first books I...
Adventures with Mom (pt. 1)
Mom: What did you order?
Me: A Green Tea Lemonade.
Mom: Oh an Om-Obama.
Mom: An Om-Obama.
Me: Oh, Arnold Palmer.
NAACP calls Hallmark graduation card racist →
Part of my job as a high-ranking front desk person in an office is to sign for courier deliveries. It’s glamorous, high-paying, but I do it because I want to make a difference in the world, or something. The UPS guy and the FedEx guy are cool, friendly people and this job duty would be just another thing I do, like answering phones or humoring schizophrenic people who like to tell people...
I don’t know where I am right now. I mean that figuratively - of course, I really know where I am: I’m sitting in my bedroom in my apartment in Los Angeles. Slowly, my loss for words has seem to grow over time. It’s not just that I haven’t found what I am looking for, it’s that I don’t even know what I want. It’s troubling. I hope to avoid a similar...