The dreadful, ongoing saga of Listi’s writing life (and “sex life”) in his twenties.

Brian Eckert goes home. For the holidays. Poop talk ensues. But that’s not why he feels fifteen again.

Mary Richert thought she was going to change the world.

I probably step over (or walk around) at least three homeless people a day.  Earlier today, just before sunset, I stepped over a guy splayed out on the sidewalk next to a grocery store, passed old cold.  He looked wasted.  And exhausted.  This sort of thing is normal where I live. Then, as I kept [...]

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009. I’m in my room on Albert Street in Augusta Maine, being held hostage. A woman almost a decade my junior has just told me she was raped last night, but for some reason she is directing all her rage at me.

Pierre Bayard’s ode to philistinism, Comment Parler des Livres que l’on n’a pas Lus, or How to Talk About Books That You Haven’t Read is a unique experience. Upon completion of Bayard’s work (one wonders if Bayard himself ever read his own book), I found myself first outraged, then confused, and finally, a little constipated. [...]

Andy Johnson examines mid-flight paranoia and racial guilt in a short blog entry about fear. From Blackpool to Jakarta, it proves impossible to outrun the sense that something went very wrong somewhere.

The first I gave you was Farewell, My Only One by Antoine Audouard, a novel written in French, translated into English and shipped across the ocean where I found it on a shelf in the mountains. I lay it in my suitcase and took it back to France where I put it in your hands. [...]

Maybe you’ve seen this already, the now-world-famous video of a heroic dog rescue on a highway in Chile. It’s been sweeping the Internet for the past 48 hours. A dog gets hit by a car on a busy highway and is left for dead. Another dog, in a stunning act of canine heroism, risks its life and ventures out into traffic to save his fallen friend, dragging him out of harm’s way by the scruff of his neck.