An interesting fact about me: much as I enjoy touching boobs, I don’t enjoy touching bras; at least the ones that…
Around this time of year I receive advance screening DVD’s of hopefully award-worthy movies. I get them because I’m in…
On the fifth of January participants in Single Carrot Theatre’s recitation of Anna Ditkoff’s City Paper column, Murder Ink, entered…
In the sometimes empty space between technology-driven special effects and ethereal, heartfelt poetry, artist Sean Michael Kenny uses ingenuity and…
On Halloween nothing’s more frightening than a bobble headed Mr. Boh hanging out with the Gorton’s fisherman guy. Over the…
Baltimore has plenty of fire. Fire for crime, for housing, for jobs. This past weekend the fire focused on transit,…