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Archive for March, 2007

03/29/2007

Angry Spirits

Paranormal presences and Jagermeister hand it to me.   I’ve been telling people lately that my apartment was built on an ancient Indian burial ground because stuff keeps breaking: My hard drive died a few weeks back. Then I broke my hand (don’t ask—and all you hockey players out there, don’t tell). My remote control […]

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03/26/2007

THE YOUNG AND THE MONEYLESS

So, anyway, once we dealt with the ninjas… By Hannah Wallace I’ve done my part—and my job, as it happens—getting out and about recently: For one, at the end of February I went to the Table’s monthly last-Wednesday “Little Black Dress Party,” wherein women in little black dresses get free wine from 9 to 11. […]

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03/22/2007

Zen and the Art of Storytelling

A quick update regarding my recent (and future, and fictional) adventures.   By Hannah Wallace   I got the best writing advice from, of all people, Cheetah Club Boyfriend, last Saturday over pitchers of green beer at O’Leary’s. "When you find yourself blocked," he said, "just have your characters attacked by ninjas. By the time […]

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03/19/2007

Distracted

The things I do when I should be writing.   This whole week (and last weekend, argh) I’ve been having a particularly arduous time writing an article that was due…well, last week, really, if not earlier. I was camped out in front of my laptop in my apartment for several very, very long days (and […]

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03/9/2007

Stupid: My Anti-Drug

  I don’t smoke. And this is why.   By Hannah Wallace   On the way to the bar to meet some friends, going to pick up Little J first, I’ve got this half-smoked cigarette—a leftover from some drunken trip to 7-11—and I’m struck by some bizarre impulse to smoke the rest of it during […]

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03/6/2007

I Don’t Run, Run, Run

I just run, and not that far.   By Hannah Wallace   I did something kinda mean on Sunday. Totally unintentional, but mean. And at the same time—again, inadvertently—I may have given some people the impression that I’m a…well, shallow, unscrupulous, overly competitive putz.   (Can I just say, on a side note, that I […]

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03/2/2007

What a Difference a Day Spa Makes

  I ain’t too proud to accept press perks.   Thursday morning, the email went out from me to Megan the copy editor:   Subject: I NEED… Message: …A HAIRCUT.   Fortunately, Sanctuary Day Spa was holding its own opening celebration/press party that very Thursday, just steps from our humble cubicles in Burns Court. And […]

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