The Poky Little Puppy Problem, Or, Why So Many Terrible Children’s Books Are Such Classics

“The problem is that young children have terrible taste and enjoy garbage. Another problem, which compounds the first problem, is that they want to hear the same books hundreds of times in a row. So for all the joys that storytime can offer, it frequently entails a kind of dismal self-abnegation that’s too excruciating even to describe as tedium.”

Ruth Feldman, The Famous Quiz Show Kid, Dead at 80

“The question was reasonably obscure — What was the last opera in Wagner’s “Ring” cycle? — but Ruthie Duskin knew the answer. ‘The Dusk of the Gods,’ she intoned into the microphone. A fellow panelist leapt to correct her. ‘It’s Gott-dam … Gott-dam,’ he stammered, as the producers of the live radio broadcast winced. ‘He means the German name, Götterdämmerung,’ Ruthie interrupted. ‘But in English, it’s what I said.’ She was 7 years old.”

What It’s Like To Be A Young, Queer, HIV-Positive Artist Of Color Today

“LaBeija’s photos flip the script, offering up her experiences for our consumption on her specific terms, and requiring us to look her in the eyes while we do so. LaBeija is still young. Some of the influences in her work — David LaChapelle, Cindy Sherman — lie a little close to the surface. But through her subject matter, she makes these techniques her own.”

Texas Is A Deeply Latina/Latino State, But How Does That Affect Its Theatre?

“Despite the Encuentro’s diverse programming, which featured 15 plays from the four corners and Puerto Rico, no Texas-based theatre companies were represented. On the surface, this could suggest that Texas is not producing the quantity or the quality of Latina/o theatre as other parts of the United States. But those of us working to historicize Texas theatre are providing other evidence.”

Why Writers Should Keep A ‘Writing Diary’

“Surveying this at the end of a project provides a fascinating vision of the evolution of a book – though I invariably find that it’s a catalogue of complaints (‘horrible day,’ ‘appalling day,’ ‘realised that most of what I wrote last week was rubbish’), relieved only rarely by moments of insight and sweaty euphoria: ‘Think I’m getting there at last, thank Christ!'”