The Edward Cullen Factor

Friday, November 20th, 2009

I don’t worship at Our Lady of Twilight Cathedral. I don’t pay homage to the sparkly skin of Edward Cullen. I’ve never read the books and, until last night when I conducted some “research,” I hadn’t seen the movie either. So I haven’t really understood the mass hysteria of this seemingly endless vampire trend- the movies [...]

Man-Boys: What’s a Girl to Do?

Friday, November 13th, 2009

It may sound like that tired old adage, but I have to ask- exactly what does a man serve to gain by getting married anymore when he seemingly can get as much, if not more, by not? Or, alternatively as my friend Emo says, “why lock it down when you can get The Ill-Freaky Na-Na [...]

There’s an App for That Too

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

To keep all this fanciness rolling, I’ve just been informed that all you iPhone users out there can add Nic Narrates as an app on your phone. Oh technology, you sexy little whore!  As for making any of that fanciness actually happen on your phone, I am unfortunately no help to you. I’m hoping it’s [...]

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Maybe it’s cliche to write about this sort of thing anymore. Maybe it’s tacky or opportunistic or insensitive. And anyway, hasn’t everything already been said? I’m not a Somebody who lost on that day and I didn’t intend to write this, to write anything about this anymore. But I also didn’t intend to read Jonathan [...]

Pass It On

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

About a year ago, I read this on the back of a bathroom stall. I can’t think of a better time than now to share it….

Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover, And By Book Cover I Mean Me

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

I recently had a conversation with someone about dating and how the last book a person has read- or any book really/ the fact that they do or do not read actual books- can tell you quite a bit about them. Take The Da Vinci Code for example. He sheepisly shared that if he saw [...]

Spectator

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

Before getting up and in the shower this morning, I read that a man died on Lake Shore Drive. It didn’t say why, but his car rolled over, hitting the embankment of the Oak Street Beach curve. Afterward, everything else about the morning went on as usual. Bags were packed. Buses came and went. Joggers [...]