Although food can in some ways draw lines of distinction, it also bridges gaps. When we eat, we experience the culture from which that food came.
Learning from the Selgae—or, Eagles—I live around.
We are capable of awful thoughts, and anonymous message board such as Yik Yak give us the ability to voice those thoughts without any consequences. That does not make it good for us.
It’s been an awful week. The fire alarms have disturbed our slumber two days in a row, Suffolk Downs closed, and our roommates won’t stop singing. Well, at least we can drown our misery in a weekend binge of Gilmore Girls.
Yet another browbeating of the Secret Service. We threw in a criticism of youth culture for good measure.
Writers argue about whether the novel as a form of true literature is dead. The novel’s future has not yet been cemented. If we can escape the distractions of the age, we can learn to love the novel again.