Recipe for an Ayn Rand Novel
While digging deep in the back of a kitchen cupboard I found the recipe for an Ayn Rand novel: In a large mixing bowl add a dash of pseudo-plot, preferably with the seeds removed as to cut down on the spicy aftertaste, to a cup of utopian daydream. Pour into a large skillet. At a [...]
Return to the Bayshore Mall
Two weeks after I wrote “Death Stalks The Bayshore Mall,” Wal-Mart opened, and the North Coast Journal sent me back to see if anything had changed… “AFTER WAL-MART“
Death Stalks The Bayshore Mall
This afternoon Eureka California’s Bayshore Mall is bathed in a hue of desperation and ennui that no amount of sunlight pouring through skylights can brighten. More than half the storefronts are vacant. Shoppers are scarce. Roof tiles are dangling. Employees are daydreaming. Sales are dwindling. With many corporate stores going bankrupt or leaving the mall [...]
Ms. Adventures #2: No Sex in The Nazi Room
23 years old. I was drinking in the dark hollow that is the Ken Club. I was adorned in my finest garb, a brown rose pattern sleeveless dress, purchased that afternoon from that most exclusive of boutiques, Ross. I didn’t wash it before wearing it; I have been putting the “ass” in classy since 1984. [...]
What More to Debate?
As the 2012 GOP Primary debates come to an end, one thing is certain: The Republican Party has gone mad, frothing from every orifice, Old-Yeller-in-the-corncrib-gnashing-at-the-hand-that-feeds, mad. For the casual observer this campaign season is just like all the rest. It’s the customary chest thumping of primates asserting they’re dominance. A few debates in I was about to [...]
NEW COLUMN: Ms. Adventures — Episode #1: Fuck Off, Please
In my early twenties I worked as a server in a restaurant. The majority of our customers were middle-aged men and our staff predominately consisted of young women. This was not a coincidence. For the most part, the customers were respectful. Occasionally, I would get compliments on my “beautiful eyes” and “charming smile.” I thanked [...]
Why Pay More!
Is it the way they end “why pay more” with an exclamation point instead of a question mark? Is it the multiplicity of the Spork? I’m not sure. I’m not sure why I’m willing to drive for at least twenty minutes — each direction — past a dozen or so family owned Mexican restaurants, past [...]
