Given that I was seven years old in 1968, I didn’t want to hear about college students dropping acid and prancing around nude in public places, or Muhammad Ali shouting, “I ain’t got no beef with them Viet Cong!” or the Soviet menace, or Richard Nixon, or Jacqueline Lee Bouvier, or Herman Hesse, or the Chicago riots, or burning bras, or Neo-Realist cinema, or anything else painful, incendiary, ugly, or
Halloween is all about the perfect costume. When I was a kid, my brothers and I spent at least two months thinking about what we wanted to be. Most of the time we decided against the selection of cheesy costumes at the store, which were basically a nylon suit worn over our clothes and a thin plastic mask held in place with an elastic band. Making our own costumes from
Recently, I visited a local haunted house, and it was absolutely fantastic. I screamed my lungs out and experienced a great range of emotion, witnessed some spectacular costumes, and got to watch others express themselves freely in a way only available in such houses of fear, awe, and weirdness. I highly recommend haunted houses for every one of the ten reasons I’ve detailed below. 1. Setting the mood. Haunted houses
Everything is an imposed illusion, an undisclosed projection, observed by unwitting players seeking knowledge just beyond perception. The beautiful things translate, perched on a rocky ledge at sunset, watching the valley turn to gold.
On her afternoon walk, Amanda Tournier noticed a big cardboard box sitting in the middle of her neighborhood park. She stopped and crossed her arms. “It’s probably empty,” she thought. She sat down on a nearby bench and let her imagination fill the box full of latent desires. A leather briefcase full of $100 bills. An envelope containing a remorseful letter from her ex-boyfriend Mason begging for forgiveness. An iPhone
“Widespread frost expected,” warns the forecaster. It’s past sunset. We’ve already had a morning of shimmering windshields. Hauling containers full of fragile plants into shelter for the night takes a lot of effort, and for what few days until the next crystalline visit. So, I decide to take my chances by draping everything in old bed clothes. “I’ll miss you if you’re gone in the morning,” I whisper as I
