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Archive for September 2006

Marija,

I was born old, and I get younger every year. My first years of life were spent in body casts to correct a medical problem. Usually we face medical difficulties when we’re old. I hope I faced all mine in those early years. Growing up with alcoholic parents and troubled siblings forced me to take [...]

The

On Tuesday night, I sent the digital files of the Compulsions issue to the printer in Manitoba. Today, I FedEx’d the hard copy. The ball is really rolling now. Next steps: plan a New York launch party for October. (How many of you live in the greater NYC area and would be interested in attending?) [...]

Mark,

I walked up to the bank of the river and saw a metal hoop sticking out of the water. I tried to grab it with my right hand, but it was just out of reach. I remember my fingernail barely brushing the metal. I found a stick and reached out again. Water sprayed as the [...]

Annabel,

Mom was a conceptual artist and Dad a drummer in punk bands. Once he played a gig dressed only in boxers and tinfoil, which fell off as he played. He stopped playing when I was two, and started taking me to social work school with him on the Green Line. Mom stopped doing art before [...]