As a good friend and colleague of mine once said, “You gotta look outside of The New School.” This is of particular irony, as said friend and colleague is currently dating a New School alumnus. They live together, and they’re also my roommates. I am a benevolent third wheel, a resident in a home abound with love in all corners [...]
“Do you believe in the uncanny?” he asked out of the blue. “If you mean an event that baffles because it transcends what’s normal, yes I do. Invariably, it becomes explainable when we apply the power of reason. We look back and realize we had missed something. Suddenly the pattern becomes clear.
“So what’s your specialty?” “The history of religions. I’ve taught everything from Persian cults to Zen Buddhism.” “You know I’m agnostic.” “Then why talk to me? I’m comparative religious with a vengeance.”
Watercress and fennel soup, duck with apricot glaze and serendipitous side dishes paired well with the Chardonnay. The anniversary party celebrating ten years gave Toby and Luke a chance to entertain friends. To the question of how they had marked the occasion, they spoke of an exchange of gifts. “I provided Luke with three days at a consciousness-raising seminar. He [...]
A couple of months ago, I was leaving a film screening down the street from our beloved New School. I slid out of the theater and onto the sidewalk, where a young African-American couple had stopped, oblivious to the ebb and flow of sidewalk traffic.
It was typical of Grant Mayo. He had sent an email telling me he would arrive in New York to see his cardiologist and asking if we could meet up. He then recapped the message by leaving it on my land line. There was no excuse for saying I didn’t receive it unless I was on the road.
I was at a film screening recently when I got to chatting with a prominent film and television critic part of the journalistic old guard, before anybody with a laptop and an opinion could call themselves a reviewer.
It started as a meeting of two friends looking to share a common background. It morphed into a competition of words. I’m amazed at what a deli can do. You’ve heard of the apple of discord that sparked the Trojan War. What made us clash was pastrami. They say the devil is in the details. So is the truth.
“How do I get noticed when there are so many talented people out there screaming for attention? On applications I tend to hype my abilities in the hope they land me a job.”
I stood opposite my locker at the New York Health & Racquet Club and finished dressing. It was after 10 p.m. and the club was closing at 11.
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