[..] that unusual triune skill set--encyclopedic knowledge, mathematical prowess, complex dialectical thought [...]
[...] Maybe it was the fortuitous meeting of my mournful mood and his morbid material, but I thought his show, “Do I Really Have to Communicate with You?,” was one of the strangest, and finest, hours of live comedy I’d ever seen. It started with neither a bang nor a whimper. It didn’t really start…
[...] There is "plenty of hope, an infinite amount of hope--but not for us!" This is a cosmic joke told by Franz Kafka, a wisecrack projected into a void. [...]
[...] when wars are fought, perfectly normal people fight them. Alongside the heroes and martyrs, sergeants and generals, there are the millions of average young people who simply tumble into it, their childhood barely behind them. Harvey was one those. A working-class lad from East Croydon at a lo…
[...] What if the "problem" is neither genetic nor psychological, but social? For what did "women trapped in a male body" do three hundred years ago? Maybe they expanded the social category of what it is to be male so that it was expansive enough to include the "female" traits they longed for.
