Like a bad penny, Miriam keeps turning up in independent media. She started her career as an editor at Rod Serling's Twilight Zone magazine, where the slush pile consisted mainly of stories that ended "... and then he realized that he was already dead."
She spent the '90s as the features editor for the alternative weekly the San Francisco Bay Guardian, writing and editing about culture, books, food, and other vital pursuits. In addition, she was a contributing editor for the bimonthly comprehensive zine compendium Factsheet Five. This has left her with 20,000 zines in her basement.
Escaped the 100-degree heat in Portland this weekend with a trip to blessed air conditioning to see Kung Fu Panda. And while you can't escape its exploitive racial sterotyping and fat-phobia, it did provide a good takeaway lesson for my 8-year-old daughter.
For months now, articles about our "hook-up culture" have touted the fact that teens have been engaging in oral and anal sex instead of vaginal sex so that they can still call themselves virgins. The trouble is, it turns out that so-called fact is actually a myth.
Things that are pissing me off today: Lynndie England is blaming the media for printing the photos taken at Abu Ghraib of Iraqi prisoners being tortured. According to an AP piece, she acknowledges that after the photos of the atrocities were exposed, the Iraqi insurgency picked up. Here's her quote:
"Yeah, I took the photos but I didn't make it worldwide.
Peeing on a stick has become a rite of passage for both those struggling to get pregnant and those who would rather not find themselves with child at this time. Last year's two hot procreation films, Juno and Knocked Up both had scenes taking advantage of that universal feeling of anticipation and/or anxiety we feel when waiting for that little window to display its character.
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Peeing on a stick has become a rite of passage for both those struggling to get pregnant and those who would rather not find themselves with child at this time. Last year's two hot procreation films, Juno and Knocked Up both had scenes taking advantage of that universal feeling of anticipation and/or anxiety we feel when waiting for that little window to display its character.
