Okay, well, after a weird couple of weeks where the natural order of things was forced to contend with the grave disturbance of front-loaded holiday time, we have returned to what is more or less the first real week of the year. How does it feel? Yeah, I know, me too. Let's ease back into things as casually as possible, by which I mean funny animal stories (I think we've got an otter post coming up for you at some point this morning) and bear videos. If you are expecting the dulcet tones of Choire Sicha in this space alerting you about events around town, I am sorry [...]
"In the realm of freaks Samuel M. Steward was a God… His first adventure in celebrity cock took place between the legs of Hollywood heartthrob Rudolph Valentino. Mr. Valentino was only the first in a string of A-List lays. In years to come, Mr. Steward would sleep his way through entire literary circles, fucking everyone from Thornton Wilder to Lord Alfred Douglas, Andre Gide's houseboy to Jean Genet's former lover. He also shagged his fair share of Hollywood types, among them a young Rock Hudson, whom he blew on a freight elevator during the holidays at Marshall Fields." -And what did you do with your life?
There's a whole bunch of ways to read now, and we'd like you to indulge in all of them, as you wish, even in the ways that don't particularly help us publish writing. One thing we've often heard from folks is that they would like a quiet thing to sit down with for reading—away from the laptop and the desktop, away from the IMs and Twitter and email and noise.
With the help of 29th Street Publishing, we've made The Weekend Companion. It's a weekly Awl magazine, and it comes out every Friday, for iPhone and iPad, through Apple's Newsstand. Each issue has just five or [...]
For today's Awl newsletter, we're soliciting questions about THE LOOMING APRIL 15TH and all things tax and employment and money-related. Send them to me at choire @ the awl dot com or leave them here in the comments, or on Twitter, or whatever. Anonymity respected. But feel no shame! Experts (uh, sort of! Experts in life, we mean! Legal disclaimer goes here!) are standing by.