Jayne’s first good-faith effort in the blind date arena––going head-to-head with suits, sexual harassment, and murderous preconceptions.
Desperately seeking to be included in the exclusive, über-stylish, possibly non-existent upper echelon of Al-Anon… or at least not to be left sponsor-less and head-hunted by Christians in Studio City. Part VI of Malina Saval’s search for a sponsor. Art by Danny Jock.
Gathering thought and expression from Joyelle McSweeney and James Joyce, in an excision from Nothing: A Portrait of Insomnia, author Blake Butler examines the strange language of not sleeping.
The anti-crackpot paints the walls in splendor, decides: The work’s the thing. The daisy chain that links psychoanalysis, relative graffiti, the considerations of art, the considerations of imprisonment, the Rhineau Collection (recently displayed in the Medical History Museum at the University of Zurich), the geography of the Outsider, and the cocktail closer.
It’s that time again for reflection, when magazines make best of lists way ahead of New Years to assist you in developing a cheat sheet for buying yourself a bunch of records, books or whatever for the holidays when you know in your gut you really you should be buying Uggs or fleece blanket-robes for everyone in your family, toys for homeless kids or sending $30 to Reno’s Occupy Wall Street Movement to keep it afloat. Or you could be like Peter Thompson, puzzling over Kardashian tweets and kicking dope. Merry, merry…