I saw this commercial in Pennsylvania and have been thinking about it ever since. Advertising clearly reflects our culture. No one would watch this commercial and not get it, but even the most jaded person would probably be a bit jarred. Post-divorce joint custody in a Ford commercial? Now that’s all-American!
In April of 2002, I went to a huge poetry slam my university sponsored. The Students Event Committee had squired some lesser known slam poets from NYC to come. I’d seen Slam and grown obsessed with slamming (watching, never participating), so I was a shoo-in.
ArtRock, a “fourteen day museum” set up at Rockefeller Center, celebrates its second year until May 20. Cade and I went to see the progressive, free, contemporary art yesterday after he got off work.
*Today my dad and I went to Old San Patricio and bought steer horns for my friend Nick. That was easy enough, but then we had to figure out how and where to pack and ship them. Oh.dear.God. Nick, my dad and I want those hours of our lives back! In the end, the steer horns were $50. Shipping them to an office building on Park Avenue? $96!
In a series of unforeseeable events, I’ve finished both books that I packed as in-flight reading. My first book was Frank McCourt’s Teacher Man. My second, the one that I finished this morning, is Tamara Draut’s Strapped: Why America’s 20- and 30- Something Can’t Get Ahead.
No one plans to be a cross-country public vomiter. It is a calling destined only by the gods. You know, like a shaman. My role of gastrointestinal gypsy/vomiting vagabond was revealed one fateful morning at the University of Texas.
AUSTIN - A University of Texas student found a substance that has tested positive for ricin, a potentially deadly poison, in a roll of quarters she was using to do laundry in her dormitory, officials said.