Monthly Archives: August 2010
Chinatown, oh My Chinatown
Okay, I’ve got to make this quick, since it’s like 2 3 AM and I’ve got an 8:15 pickup to O’Hare airport. It ended up pretty well! When I got to set for my last day of shooting no one looked like they wanted to fire me. No one gave me that pitying glance or avoided […]
Tongue-twisted: An Autopsy of a Language, Butchered
Okay, this one’s gonna be hard to write. It’s partly because I feel responsible. How could I not? I’ve done this drill many, many times; I should have known it was going to go down the way it did because it always goes down the same way and why should it be any different in […]
Tales from the Front: 1st Class Infancy
A good friend of mine works as a backup singer to a pretty famous pop singer who is currently jump-starting her career (again) with a world tour. Though grateful for the job (when she gets paid), my friend is in disbelief at how incapable this singer is at doing even the most simple of personal […]
Zen and the Art of Eating Drowned Sailors
I remember when I was a child a particular punishment my father used to mete out to my sisters and me. It involved kneeling. That was it— just kneeling, for prolonged periods of time, straight up, head down, like you were at Mass but you weren’t in a church you were in your living room, […]
Pssst! The Gay Agenda, Revealed!
In this rare moment of peace, now that Judge Walker has donned his shining knight’s armor and slain the beasts of bigotry and fear; now that our side is winning this current bout of tug-of-war and the dread Proposition 8 is temporarily being cast into the mud; and now that marriage is (at least in […]