This is the grave of Jervis McEntee. Born in 1828 in Rondout, New York, McEntee received the modern equivalent of a high school education at the Clinton Liberal Institute in Clinton, New York, finishi
This is the grave of Neysa McMein. Born in 1889 in Quincy, Illinois to a middle-class family but one with an alcoholic and difficult father, Marjorie McMein attended The School of the Art Institute of
In the Gilded Age, nearly everything was considered a private good to be horded by the rich in their ridiculous mansions. After the Gilded Age, the rise of the idea of the public good meant, among man
I told you all about my essay on alien sexuality in fiction appearing in the debut issue of a new feminist punk-rock magazine a few weeks ago. This is the second of my previews of this issue of VENUSz
This is the grave of LeRoy Neiman. Born in 1921 in St. Paul, Minnesota, Neiman had a rough upbringing. His father walked out when he was young. His mother married and divorced and then married again.
“To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric…” Theodor W. Adorno (1) An image is worth a thousand words, but a thousand words often c
The GOP once again proves itself as the party of true debate and open ideas. None of that POLITICAL CORRECTNESS here. See Duncan Hunter, last seen using campaign dollars to fly his pet rabbit, which l
Being a big fan of both scrimshaw and of the New Bedford Whaling Museum (even though I was visiting that museum when the Great House Robbery of 2014 led to the theft of years of research that made up