By James McGirk | Apr 19 12:00 am ET
Was it the twin plasma screens flashing our ugly mugs out over the dance floor every few minutes?
By James McGirk | Apr 5 12:00 am ET
The longer I live in the states, the less willing I am to tell the truth about where I'm really from. It's not that I'm trying to be mysterious.
By James McGirk | Mar 22 12:00 am ET
Ugh, déjà vu. March 2007 feels awfully familiar. Oh, there are a few cosmetic differences. I haven't been gulping Honey Bee Brandy and getting my stomach pumped every weekend.
By James McGirk | Mar 1 12:00 am ET
One thing you Columbia College snipes and, to be fair, any GSers roosting in University housing miss out on is that quintessentially New York experience of living in a slum.
By James McGirk | Feb 15 12:00 am ET
To plunder from distinguished GS alumna Jane Jacobs and invoke one of the hoariest columnist cliches ever, after living in New York City for a few years, the city begins to percolate into a couple
By James McGirk | Feb 1 12:00 am ET
Every Thursday afternoon I have class after a full day of work. It's a comp lit class that meets twice a week. We read Kant last week and this week, Hegel's up-you get the general idea.
By James McGirk | Jan 18 12:00 am ET
I get cottonmouth when I'm nervous. My salivary glands seize up and my tongue curdles like a salted slug. So if I know I'm going into a stressful situation, I'll prep by chugging water beforehand.
By James McGirk | Dec 6 12:00 am ET
I hate to lay this on you young striplings like this, but-you missed your chance.
By James McGirk | Nov 22 12:00 am ET
You knew it was coming.
By James McGirk | Nov 8 12:00 am ET
Hemingway killed my novel, but the Maine coon did the deed. He's a squirrel-tailed, tortoiseshell-striped thing who spreads blizzards of cat fuzz whenever he quivers his tail.
