Thursday 2013-05-23, 12:00am
If you fall for that old line about gullible not being in the dictionary, it sticks with you for a long, long time.
If you fall for that old line about gullible not being in the dictionary, it sticks with you for a long, long time.
Holy cow, it’s our 20th issue! And it has debut fiction, a song of the summer, and one of my writing idols!
Apologies if this week’s issue title gets that Blues Traveler song in your head. (It did that for me, too.)
Twitter as a labyrinth of people who vaguely known each other talking past everyone around them.
The debut of our pinball columnist and some memories about the days of malls being seedy (and having actual record stores inside)
Today a new version of Maura Magazine is availble for download from the iTunes Store, and I’m thrilled about the work that the team at 29th Street Publishing did on it. There are a bunch of user-interface improvements, including smoother navigation & scrolling, smaller issue sizes, improved performance and stability, and an lower overall memory [...]
Every day, I jostle against other people in physical and non-physical space; viewing a website at the same time as other people, cramming myself into a three-seat bench on a peak-hour train, shouting 140-character opinions on topics important and mundane as others do the same.
A review of Meg Wolitzer’s ambitious, ambition-focused “The Interestings.”
If ever there was a week for escapism, this was it; the constant stream of bad news inspired more than one member of my Twitter timeline to dream out loud about diving under their covers and staying there for as long as possible.
2013! It’s been a pretty great year for music so far. Here are seven pieces of evidence supporting that not-at-all-outlandish statement.
It’s springtime, so let’s dust off the cobwebs and talk about music we like. Yes? Yes.
The art of the music video is paid tribute at the Museum Of The Moving Image.
Wrestling, music videos, and class envy, oh my. Plus: It’s time for all of us to fight over the meaning of “hipster.”
Lost tampons, Buzz Bissinger, and the world of endless memoir.
Ah, the satisfying pop of a Snapple cap—the memories it brings back, from the sharpness of the salt bagel it accompanied to the satisfying sweetness of its first sip.
At 14, I wasn’t smart enough to not feel that the simple act of preferring hard rock—the long-haired, dick-swinging kind that most often manifested itself in power-ballad form on top-40 radio—to “softer” music differentiated myself from my peers.
Back in the dialup era, February was notorious among the denizens of a bulletin board I frequented; without fail, it would be the month when so many long-simmering disagreements would boil over and catch fire, causing multi-post back-and-forths, resigning of conferences, snipey private-conference messages, and, sometimes, real-life dissolutions of friendships. The story went that even [...]