Without The Bookshop's quirky, convenient offerings, the immediate Chapel Hill area (for students without transportation) has become a literary desert of sorts. We need a good, local, independent bookstore. These kinds of bookstores are good for all aspects of a literary community: author, consumer and larger town or community — and they imbue towns like Chapel Hill with literary character.
“It is a luxury to be able to be disgusted,” Herz says, citing the fact that if “you don’t have anything else to eat other than some who’s dead beside you,” you will quell your disgust in order to survive.
Can I still watch “The Bachelor,” which I find to be both wildly entertaining and mind-soothingly dull, with a clear conscience?
It’s hard to retain perspective – to advocate for moderation, instead of quantum leaps of progress – in the wake of a tragedy as mind-numbingly horrific as the Parkland shooting. I, as much as the next appalled, pro-gun-control observer, want all the guns gone. Now, preferably.
Looking for a way to celebrate that acknowledges, all at once, your Catholic upbringing, current religious uncertainty and zeal for romantic holidays? You’ve come to the right place.
But I cried, mostly, for Kesha, watching this singer who had once entranced both myself and my dad sing a song which finally seemed to be about her.
How did we all know this absurd, nonsensical linguistic code? Pig Latin was just somehow there, inexplicably pervading our collective childhood memories.
Last week, I embarked on a solo expedition to Looking Glass. I sipped a latte, reminiscing on my Tuesday and listening to the egregiously loud game of Dungeons & Dragons unfolding at the table next to me.
Raccoons, I’ve discovered, are actually fairly large animals, especially when they’re serving as impromptu speed bumps.