The space where my Id, Ego, and Anima all come together to exchange cookie recipes. This is a space without any hard edges. It’s a space with no clear or discernable goals. Check your over inflated expectations at the door. Cuz this is simply a playground for the various voices in my head. Come on in. I’ll make you a sandwich. -- MJ. Keenan.
There is a piece by author Zadie Smith in The New York Review of Books that has been going around on the Internet the last few days. It starts as a review of The Social Network and then…
