Life goes better with Russian lit and magnets. To prove that point, on 2/18 a group of us are kicking off “The Brothers Karamazov Deathmarch.” And this, right here, is your personal exhortation to join in.
A bit of history… Read on Macduff...
Not sure
what it means that
my local coffee shop was
so impressed I
paid for this
coffee with cash.
“Look at you!”
the proprietress
said.
The dentist
says my son doesn't have an adult tooth under one of his baby teeth. He's got a baby foot. That's weird, right?
The Joy
The joy of
owning your own
gumball machine
is that you never feel
cheated when a
gumball doesn’t fall.
Also:
the gumballs.
“Some nights,”
he said, shadows
dancing over their heads
like bones,
throwing another
pile of metal in the fireplace
to use later as
warmers,
pressing refresh
on the numbers page
of his mobile device,
“if you listen closely
you can literally
hear… Read on Macduff...
His hair
dirty gray, piled high like
handfuls of baby sheep
stacked and teetering.
the air
sharp with cotton candy
drift
that leaps toward
the understanding part.
you can’t hold it back.
a pillow
he’s reaching for it now
to prop up … Read on Macduff...
An Interview with the Exploratorium’s Adam Tobin, Part Two
In which Tobin talks about mechanical art and what makes for a great toy, and shares ruminations from a Muppet colloquium.
Welcome to the second part of this interview with toy inventor/Director of Exhibit Development Adam Tobin. If you haven’t … Read on Macduff...
An Interview with the Exploratorium’s Adam Tobin, Part One
In which Tobin talks about growing up as a child-inventor, the Exploratorium workflow, and the challenges of summoning an “ah-ha!” moment on a deadline.
Bio: Adam Tobin is the Director of Exhibit Development at San Francisco’s famed Exploratorium. Before that … Read on Macduff...
Virtual LP: Time After Time
I’ve fallen back in love with the piano. In particular, I can’t stop playing one of my very favorite songs — “Time After Time” by the unbeatable Cahn and Styne. Holy cow could those fellows write a tune. There are … Read on Macduff...
1987
In Times Square, it’s
twenty minutes
past midnight,
there’s a broken champagne
bottle at our feet,
slipped loose
from a pal’s
whoops.
Garbage floats by like kids
in a Halloween parade. Cops
clip-clop past on horseback, keeping
elevated sight lines … Read on Macduff...