On the corner of Lombard and Gay streets in downtown Baltimore, sandwiched between the touristy glitz of the Inner Harbor and the corridor of fleshy iniquities that is The Block, sits the Baltimore Holocaust Memorial. Every day, tens of thousands… Read More ›
Against my better judgement, and any consideration of my mental wellbeing, I have watched virtually every minute of this year’s Republican National Convention.What I have seen has not disappointed so far as spectacle is concerned, but has managed to calcify… Read More ›
Over the past 7 years, the splenetic rage that has been nurtured by the political right in America against President Obama has splintered off into a number of separate, but not mutually exclusive, strands that highlight the various issues driving… Read More ›
At it’s most basic level, incarceration is exchange between an individual and the society in which he or she lives. Before the advent of the carceral punishment, this exchange was pretty direct and tangible. Steal a loaf of bread and… Read More ›
Middle of Nowhere, North Georgia ain’t a bad place to be on a Monday night for an itinerant traveler. Provided you’re near a highway, there’s nothing you’re going to want for that you couldn’t stand to go a night without…. Read More ›
While the outcome of Tuesday night’s gubernatorial election in Kentucky was not expected, the reaction from much of the national media and the Democratic faithful has been regrettably predictable. In the wake of Tea Party darling Matt Bevin’s sound thumping… Read More ›
It was late out. So late it was almost early. Almost, but not yet—the timers on the upside-down soft-serve lightbulbs that lined the balconies and shone down on all the little stairwell moths still having a few hours life left… Read More ›
It’s half past six on the morning of November 7th, 2012. The sun has finally crept up from under the Atlantic and begins to shine down on the city of Boston. There, in the cradle of Colonial America, sits a… Read More ›
There’s an old saying–often attributed erroneously to Mark Twain–that has it that when the world ends, a man should want to be in Cincinnati because it’s always 20 years behind the times. As a resident of the Queen City(1) for… Read More ›
There’s a scene about halfway the movie Pleasantville where William H. Macy comes stumbling into the local bowling alley soaking wet, shell-shocked and sporting a thousand mile stare that’s a few shades shy of catatonic. All of the other guys… Read More ›
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