Saw The Lives of Others (Das Leben der Anderen) the other day. Not everyone liked it as much as the academy did, it seems: Hollywood makes this kind off movie, too, only instead of Art, we have Heart. Our Good Stasi and playwright rolled into one is a boxer named Rocky, a private named Ryan, (More…)
good morning roommate are those bruises on your eyes? oh, a problem set. hi laundry room girl ha! isn’t the weather great? k, see you later. who left these dishes? what, a speck of nacho cheese? bad sterile technique. mild flurries today and unmild slurries in my boots Stanford, I should have. a haiku without (More…)
Ladies and gentlemen, behold the inevitable: You can feel it coming, the scratchy sore throat, muscle aches, maybe a dry cough, headache, or lethargy. You’re not going to give in to it. Denial. “I am not sick!” Except that you are. Is it that same cold that took over your friend last week? Maybe it (More…)