Liar’s Poker, like many a writing debut, is an accessible yet detailed and revealing autobiography. The book, published in 1989, chronicles Michael Lewis’ two-year career as a bond salesman at Salomon Brothers, Inc., one of the largest and most influential investment banks of the 1980s.
the last stop before heaven,
shrouds time in vines and fog.
Water pools on tin roofs
as greedy succulents clamor
for tangible holds and slip from pine
to palm to magnolia. Rivulets slink down
concave Chevelles rusted at the rims,
curdled lemons plummet onto moss etched in
brick. Roots like quagmire veins contract,
interrupted by the alien drench of winter rain.
I will start by saying I am white-passing. You would not know my ethnic origins unless I told you or you had known actual people from my ethnic group who aren’t just funny stereotypes.
If there’s one thing Simon’s Rock students have in common, it’s daddy issues. There is something so perfectly pure about the rage in a song about hating your dad; so this week I present you all with a short playlist of songs about bad dads, just in case these family weekends are getting you more down than usual. You can find the playlist here.
I begin elsewhere; my passions emit not from my own memory
(that beggar liar brute), honey-colored
wishbone broken within me. No,
these passions live beyond credulity
tucked away deep sore-throat knowing
sprung from the vast gallows song
crammed into shallow shelves stacked
in hollow coves expanding, parables
learned with the bodies of others --
This year for Dolly Drag I performed alongside a series of fantastic student drag queens. As a hyper-queen of six years, I’ve been learning the ropes of drag since my tweens. Many of my fellow contestants, however, were doing drag for the first time, and it’s possible that after the show you might have decided you want to take a stab at drag too. Say you’ve watched a few performances or seen an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race, but you don’t exactly know what you’re doing: I’ve compiled a few tips to help you get started with creating the ultimate female illusion.
One of the first things you learn when studying cinematography is that a handheld shot (shakier footage) creates high emotional stakes. I always think of home movies, made with an old camcorder then lost in a pile of other seemingly more important memorial remnants. In some ways I hate them and wish I could purge them from existence; however, in other ways, they remind me of hot summers and plans that fall through as soon as autumn hits. Now that my days of running around making hypothetical plans have seemingly come to an end, I find myself nostalgic for the things I said I would do but never did. I wonder what would be different if I had actually sent letters to that person every week, or if I had taught myself to skate. Anyway, here’s to those shaky homemade movies that you want to burn but never will. The playlist can be found here.