“The American Dream is dead,” chanted observers of a very unusual funeral on Wednesday, Nov. 16. Several people moved from the crowd to apprehend the corporate Fat Cat who’d murdered Democracy and the American Dream. Together they performed a citizen’s arrest, sparking the tri… Read full post »

We can only assume that by throwing the money, Goldman Sachs is trying to imply that it isn’t accepting new customers. Perhaps it’s just too embarrassed to say so out loud.

Was it Jesus who said, “Let he who is without sin cast the first penny”?

Okay, this is what happened.… Read full post »

We can only assume that by throwing the money, Goldman Sachs is trying to imply that it isn’t accepting new customers. Perhaps it’s just too embarrassed to say so out loud.

Was it Jesus who said, “Let he who is without sin cast the first penny”?

Okay, this is… Read full post »

 Occupy Salt Lake, Part 2

I don’t walk around town Friday nights screaming “We love you!” at every white-haired guy on a bicycle I meet. Frankly, that’s pretty rare.

Maybe it was his crinkled khaki shorts. Maybe it was his jaunty grandpa-turned-hipster gray cap. M… Read full post »

 
The site of the local farmers market seemed an unlikely place for protesting the wrongdoings of big business. “I don’t know if I can handle the irony,” I remember saying to a friend. Isn’t this the spot where local craftspeople and farmers who don&rs/… Read full post »

If you haven’t seen The Cove, see it now. The Academy-Award-winning documentary directed by Louie Psihoyos shows the bloodbath that happens every September on the shore of Taiji, Japan. Dolphins are herded into an otherwise quiet cove and stabbed to death by men in rowboats.

This is not… Read full post »

When disaster strikes, why do some people stay while most run for the hills? Back when Hurricane Katrina struck, I watched in disbelief as a news story showed a man refusing to evacuate. He wanted to weather out the storm along with his house, the story went.

My parents,… Read full post »

“Eat, eat! You’re skin and bones!” cried my grandma, shoving a pile of kielbasa under my nose. “I’m vegetarian, Bubba. I don’t eat meat,” I apologized, aware of the insignificance—of the sheer impossibility of translation—of this phrase at my gran… Read full post »

My name is Anzhela Inessa. I’m a Ukrainian folk dancer who washed up on this shore after escaping from pirates in the South China Sea. In my spare time I enjoy amateur espionage, macramé, and flying kites in the dark.

At least, that’s what I should have said, I told… Read full post »