I have two Patti Smith songs in my iTunes library: one is a live performance of “About a Boy” from the 1997 Tibetan Freedom Concert, and the other is a cover of “Don’t Smoke in Bed” from the eternally awesomely named Ain’t Nuthin’ But a She Thing. For most of my life, these and her status as “the Godmother of Punk” were all I knew about her. I never expected I would have feelings about her and her work, but as it turns out, that’s only because I hadn’t met her yet. Continue reading “Those were our times: Patti Smith’s Just Kids”
I know, I know, I never write, I never call! Last week I got caught up in my head about what to write for Monster Mash, and this week I’ve been caught up in, well, I don’t know what. But I wanted to share a post that I wrote for another blog!
Oy!Chicago is a blog collective for young Jewish twentysomethings; I’m a regular contributor, usually writing about health issues, but occasionally I get to add something a little different. Today, it’s taking a look at the brilliance that is @MayorEmanuel, the fake Twitter account of Chicago mayor-elect Rahm Emanuel, who over the past month has really put us through the ringer. I take a look at the implications and the effect this has had on its readership, along with some thoughts on what makes the experiment so great.
Read it all at Goodnight, sweet nine-and-a-half-fingered prince.
(As for my own Rahm story, I did get to shake his hand at an El stop this election cycle. It was on the day he was struck off the ballot for the residency issue, and I was very impressed that he was down at the turnstiles in the State and Lake station, rather than huddled in a conference room or raging from a podium. Yeah, call me impressionable, but it was neat. He’s not a big guy, but I liked that I got to shake his hand. Yes, it was the hand with half a middle finger. He said “Nice to see you” and then moved on to whoever was next. I’ve had my brush with greatness. And who’s to say I didn’t meet @MayorEmanuel himself?)