Sometimes the cure is bitter.
There are a lot of reasons to read Joyelle McSweeney’s story “Welcome A Revolution.” Mostly because it is out for blood, cutting in multiple directions as it does. Protect your orifices. I did.
And I feel like an idiot for not reading Bernadette Meyer sooner. Will you read some of her too? We can talk. Her conversations with her own houses are brilliant and simple. Her house fluctuates, poses questions. It is quite a lot like a house Gins and Arakawa propose.
In a house like that, you can live forever.
So I had a pretty good time in Albany. Thanks all.
Toughest picture ever?
These are some pretty bad-ass Chinese herbs.