Doug sorted through the proposals. They were good, he thought. Creative. Surprising. He liked them. He felt bad, a little bad, that everybody but one would have to lose. He also felt a little bad that even the winner wasn’t going to really win much, besides seeing his words in print and getting lots of...
Doug realized his crush on Moira Feldberg was a cliche, a subplot on a sitcom or a set-up for a letter to Penthouse. But he didn’t care. He thought Moira the librarian was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. She wasn’t obviously beautiful, or even attractive, really. In fact, most men of Doug Bishop’s age,...
That was the wonderful thing about being alive, he thought. Well, one of the wonderful things, anyway: You could always learn new things. Douglas Bishop liked that. He also liked coffee ice cream and hashish and reruns of “I Love Lucy,” but he mostly liked becoming a wiser soul with every new sunrise. Doug smiled...
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
Alien invasion! Earth occupied by creatures far smarter than humans! Thousands of years of civilization rendered irrelevant! Cory Finley’s movie adaptation of M.T. Anderson’s novel Landscape with Invisible Hand accomplishes the impressive feat of being simultaneously incisive/critical/instructive and entertaining/funny/touching. While the film is ultimately a scathing indictment of colonialism, capitalism, and artificial intelligence, the action...
