Tag: history
Architect Schmarchitect…Media, Edit Yourself
Dubbing Karl Rove an "architect" enshrines the unworthy and demeans a dedicated profession.
On Fathers and Sons (and Alexander the Great)
A graphic novel I wrote ten years ago teaches me lessons about what my father meant to me.
“Timeless Picture Stories”: Historical and Religious Comics of India
Amar Chitra Katha brings trimmed down versions of epics and fables to kids.
Richard II’s Federalist Tea Party
The Federalist Society goes to the theater... and free-associates.
NSO pays tribute to Martin Luther King
The Nashville Symphony Orchestra's concert was poignant and powerful.
Vienna Exhibit Honors Emperor Maximilian I and Dürer
Rare works gathered from Albertina Museum, Berlin and New York.
July 4: Our Independence Versus Today’s Emergency Powers
When can our country's chief executive--with Congress's concurrence--most likely become a tyrant?
NYC’s Town Hall Unveils 90th Anniversary Essay Contest
Share your first visit to The Town Hall during in its early years -- 1930 to 1965.
The Women Who Inspired Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly
Douglas Perry's jazzed-up, sexed-up, swinging history of that 1924 Chicago spring.
Exhibit on 1657 Flushing Remonstrance — Bill of Rights Precursor —...
The history of the Remonstrance is key to understanding our Bill of Rights.
New Review: A Disaster Begins
Cox's Muriel is unmarried, frightened by men, and rendered inarticulate, stuttering even when receiving their attention.
The Crimes of NYU President John Sexton
Buried in this week's New York, in addition to John Heileman's puffy profile of John "I Haven't Macaca'd Yet, But I Swear I'm Gonna...
Welcome to the Clyde Fitch Report!
Like Odysseus being lured into all kinds of shenanegans by the lusty Sirens, I, Leonard Jacobs, have finally taken the plunge and created a...
RIP RGB, RIP GOP, RIP USA
None of the second-rate white men currently on the Supreme Court will receive the honors given to RBG when they finally die.
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Herman Cain (and Republicans Unable)
And then there was Jerry Falwell, Jr., with his open pants, evangelical FUPA and his hands veering into prime side-boob territory with -- hey, doesn't she have a name?
