Issue No. 023

If you want to go fast go alone. If you want to go far go together.
— African Proverb
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  1. A Gathering of the Tribes

    Dope: Steve Cannon has been running this iconoclastic arts and culture organization from a couch cushion since 1990 (he’s been completely blind and semi-homebound since 1989) as a way to document the unique energy and artistry of the Lower East Side, which was already showing signs of extinction back then. How’s that for vision?

  2. Transcendental Meditation

    Dope / Not Dope: It costs as much as the latest iPhone to join TM (which buys you your very own mantra) but after chanting my secret special word for 20 minutes, twice a day, for almost a year now, I’m far less likely to blare my horn or blow my stack.

  3. The Oscars

    Not Dope: Uninspiring. Over the top. Do these people need another reason to celebrate themselves? I wish Joan Rivers was still around to terrorize the red carpet.

  4. Pahokee

    Dope: It’s a beautiful documentary which just premiered at Sundance. Filmmakers Ivete Lucas and Patrick Bresnan closely followed a group of highschoolers for over a year, to tell their poignant coming-of-age stories. Pahokee is located on the other end of Palm Beach County--a poor, predominantly black community, which is an hour from Mar-A-Lago and a world away.

  5. SXSW

    Dope / Not Dope: Austin’s SXSW has gotten too big and too expensive, which means less musicians (the original impetus for the annual festival) and more technocrats (I’m looking at you, $10,000-a-night Airbnb douche). Even so, SXSW draws an amazing roster of speakers, artists, filmmakers, and cutting edgers. So I say, bring it on and buy a day badge.

  6. The Garlic Grater (Rupi)

    Dope: This handmade ceramic dish from Spain has tiny teeth which lovingly grate garlic, ginger, and lemon zest like nobody’s business. One raw garlic clove will go a long way, so grate gingerly. (The World Health Organization recommends a clove of raw garlic each day for a healthy heart.)

  7. The Lost Weekend

    Dope: Charles Jackson’s 1944 debut novel timelessly depicts the drunkeries and revelries of being an alcoholic on the delicate brink in New York City. Adapted for the screen by Billy Wilder a year later, they went nuts for it at Cannes. As well as at the Oscars.

About the Editor—
Barbara Purcell—Yoga instructor who prefers the term holistic jazzercise. Writer. Unpublished novelist. barbarapurcell.com


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