Self Exposure

I am sitting on the train car at the Ronkonkoma station of the Long Island Rail Road waiting for the doors to close. I am headed to dinner with my publisher & friend and another literary type he wants me to meet. We are meeting for dinner at a hot spot in Chelsea. Or the Lower East Side. Or perhaps, but probably not, Tribeca. The restaurant is called Phoebe’s and there’s a table waiting for th...

On February 4th, the popular and well-paid art critic, Jerry Salz asked his followers,  “Artists; Just a question: What does art have to do with nature?”  Salz was regularly tweeting out insipid shit like this and it boiled Sabrina’s blood. She was saving his worst tweets and hoarding them, thinking she’d do some sort of ironic project with them.  Here are a few gems she saved:  Artists: Try to sp...

I was not expecting TB Sheets to be such a sultry blues masterpiece. “Your little star struck innuendos, inadequacies and foreign bodies!” Blessed be Van Morrison. Hot Damn.  Also, it reminded me that we both have this film obsession with Tombstone. We should explore that. I feel like it’s a very specific touchstone for people our age. It separates us from the millennials. We were the last generat...