Three Weeks

In 2002 I spent the summer in New York and obsessively collected a little broadsheet newsletter called Three Weeks. I mailed copies of it to everyone I knew. I was devastated when I returned to the city that fall and picked up the issue that announced their demise.

Last year I e-mailed the editor (all four contributors wrote under pseudonyms) to see where they had disappeared to. He told me they were writing for the Philadelphia Independent. That has also now disbanded, so their whereabouts are unknown. But it was pretty exciting to discover this. All the old newsletters are on the site. I wonder who they are. I love them.

Stories stories

I get conflicted about posting these, because reading over them causes a sort of ringing in my ears and acute head pain. I mean to write better articles, someday. Let's leave it at that. In the meantime:

Kids with Down syndrome.
Telenovelas.
The American Princes.

Funny funny

Even though it's been months since I saw it, there are days when this movie rears its ugly head. Especially the part when Marnie is on a date and says, "I'm the opposite of parched." And her date says, "You mean saturated?"