What We Get Wrong, When We Talk About Abigail Zwerner

When I first heard about Abigail Zwerner's story, I had the strong feeling that we shouldn't talk about it. To clarify, I do not feel that the story shouldn't be addressed by the relevant community officials; rather, I feel that the widespread American public is inadequately informed to make meaningful statements about it. It is…

Concert Notes

I have been to more concerts in the past month than in any other of my life. The intention is partly to do more things, and partly to better understand the difference between 'recorded' sound and 'live' music. Last night, I went, alone, to see Tamino perform. The opener was a woman whose name, whose…

A Particular Date, Remembered

The rain had ceased before you ever saw it. The clouds were low; you dodged puddles that reflected the grey of sky and black of pavement. You wondered if you had better grab a coat, but thought that to turn back home might risk your never leaving. You kept walking, already a few minutes late,…

The Virtue of Being Judgmental

The Moral Dilemma of the Queen's Mirror So far as I have experienced, bodies, when they appear, are never haloed, like in Renaissance frescoes; still, they are not always so broken, so hideous, so crippled as they are made to appear in much of the past century's left-leaning art. By noting this difference, I do…