This week three new toys were inducted into the National Toy Hall of Fame (NTHoF). One of them was the cardboard box. This, I have to say, sent me into the dreamy land of childhood memories. “It’s that empty box full of possibilities,” said Christopher Bensch, chief curator of the […]
“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.” –George Bernard Shaw Ask me about any place that I have visited or lived in, and I’m bound to tell you about the food. My strongest memories of Berkeley, Calif., was my introduction to Batura Chole, an East Indian fry […]
Written July 25, 1987. She sits there eating stick pretzels as if they were cigarettes. She holds them between her pointing and middle finger. She brings them up to her mouth and takes a bite. She rolls the bite teasingly with her tongue as she stares at her imaginary opponent. […]
I sit here in my small, messy office, piles of papers, magazines and other detritus littering the floor around me, remembering the first heady days of my trip to Spain and Romania last month. My mother, who made this trip possible in the first place, arrived the evening before we […]
Whew! I’ve been home from my trip to Spain and Romania only a week and yet I still feel like I haven’t digested it all. Although that may, in part, be due to the nasty cold that flavored my jetlag upon coming home. I’ve strolled the paseo in Estepona, visited […]
This past weekend I attended Horrorfind, a horror and Halloween-themed convention. While there, I picked up some free samples of Red Scream — “The only erotic horror magazine that matters” — and it got me to thinking why some of the most pleasurable things in life — food and sex […]
This may be the only blog I do for August. Preparation for my trip to Europe and launching The Genre Traveler are taking precedence. Besides, I need to fix a hair dying mistake. Every summer, starting last summer, that is, I dye my hair auburn, wait a week and then […]
Not to be morose or anything – well, maybe I want to be morose, but that’s another blog entry – but I’ve been having some oddly dark thoughts lately. It all started with the bat – see my August 2004 entry. I started thinking about him (her? how do you […]
The summer is officially here. It’s hot and muggy. The fireflies are dancing in the evenings among the vines that cover the trees outside my apartment window. And I’ve broken out the sleeveless shirts in my wardrobe. For me, every summer is different – and that’s not just because I’ve […]
