It’s been a while since I’ve buckled down and written something for this thing, but I’d like to jump back into it, coinciding with my maiden voyage into independent living. I’ve taken note of a few changes since moving into my new digs. I haven’t quite attained the Carrie Bradshaw glow — though I’m sure … Continue reading
Author Archives: k.e. brenzel
Ode to the nut graf
Here it is: The nut graf. What you are about to write is about this, this and this. “No oxford comma in your rule of three, please,” you said to yourself. Or maybe the coy approach, ease into it: A journalist walks into a bar and strikes up conversation with a man who just so … Continue reading
“Kiss me, I’m IRATE”
St. Patrick’s Day is a day that I become irrationally self-defensive. This blog post is evidence of that. I am not Irish. Despite the freckles, the translucent skin, the reddish hair, I am probably more Sioux Indian than I am Irish. (And believe it or not, a fraction of me exists that is Sioux Indian). There’s nothing … Continue reading
Come on Barbie, let’s go…back to the computer
It’s every girl’s dream. A doll you can dress, accessorize, assign a personality and, you know, use as a camera. Mattel’s new Photo Fashion Barbie functions not only as a blond companion, but also as a point-and-shoot camera. She is equipped with a lens on her back and a screen on the front of her … Continue reading
Remain calm. It’s just Tuesday… with a license to buy yourself chocolate.
There are two kinds of terrible people on Valentine’s Day. Those who suddenly, very publicly cannot get enough of their significant other. And those who will spend a majority of the day railing against the card company-created abomination that is Feb. 14. Personally, I think both parties are trying a little too hard to prove … Continue reading
Key to a silly tradition
There’s something about traditions like giving someone the “key to the city” that makes me think being human is an incredibly silly business. Today the Giants will parade about in downtown Manhattan, working their way from Battery Place and Washington Street to City Hall Plaza, where Mayor Bloomberg will present the Super Bowl victors with … Continue reading
Leaving the theater extremely aggravated (but not incredibly)
The book is always better. I knew this going into the movie theater. I also knew that even if François Duhamel had managed to construct a masterpiece, I would find fault in his interpretation of one of my favorite books. But the fact is— Oscar nod be damned— “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”, the film, was … Continue reading
