Storm

In This Issue

  • Waging Food

    “Yes,” I thought, “I can do it. I shall be the kind of girlfriend who can make scrambled eggs, but usually doesn’t, on account of it’s too early! Carpe diem!” And with that mighty roar, I sprang forward, confident and equal to the task. By Denise Pace

  • Long Drive Home

    My heartbeat was picking up again, as though it had been on standby mode. I was driving feeling more at peace, my head an open road. Fiction by Vanessa Telaro

  • Law School Makes Gumbys of Us All

    As a student, I am only responsible to and for myself. I set my own schedule. I don’t have to worry about accounting for my time. If I want to spend a half hour searching the Internet for information on the history of glass, I can. (And yes, I have actually done so.) By Sarah Petersen

  • A Review of Career Misconduct

    Chapter 4, “Bribing Public Officials,” should hit game-going fans in the gut. It’s also classic Windy City politics, with big business and politicians conspiring and the common fan getting screwed. By Al Dereu

  • Two Poems

    I slipped a thorn beneath your hoof./Rubbed my scent, a wild cinnamon,/thyme, into your nostril with my thumb/like ointment. Poetry by Brandi Homan

  • Except for the Lightning

    If Bruce Wayne’s parents had been killed by lightning rather than by crooks, Batman would have dedicated his life to fighting lightning instead of crime. Fiction by Matt McCarthy

  • A Series of Storms

    We could hear things hitting our house. We couldn’t look or see what they were. My neighbor lost almost every shingle he had. Still, we were fortunate. It was down to a Category One and it was moving through very fast. Again, I think of Cancun. By Christine Chase

  • Slow Train to Tamil Nadu

    And though perhaps time and his accomplices, water and wind, having washed the pale stone of all our traces, will spare the structure for a few centuries more, perhaps even millennia, they have claimed the soul of the temple already and have merely to wait for the body to grow weak. By Alice Haisman

  • Family at Risk™

    In the case of a tie, the defender always wins by crying and whining, “Why are you so mean to me?” Poetry by Donald Illich

Departments

  • From the Publisher

    Still Alive

    Pearl Jam and My Morning Jacket at Chicago’s United Center, May 17, 2006

    The music asks, “Where is the soul in today‘s world?” and then provides it in big doses. Once they had built the energy up, you were on board for a real ride. By Geary Yonker

  • Activism

    Trees for Life

    Think of it this way: if something needs to be done, then do it. Meaning you. Yes, you. Or learn how to do it. Or ask someone to do it for you. That is what gets results. Trees for Life is interested in possibilities and in the reality of human connectedness. It’s that simple, really. By Heather Egland

  • Spotlight Site

    The Nuts and Bolts

    At HowThingsWork.com, you can both get the answers to perplexing questions (How exactly does an automatic transmission work?) as well as waste hours of time (If they were re-casting the original Star Trek series with today’s actors, who would win the role of Spock?). By Steve Spaulding

  • Sounds

    Blows Against the Empire

    Ghost Pilot

    Eric Ahlgren, keyboards
    Ryan Norsworthy, drums
    Carter O’Brien, guitar
    Geary Yonker, bass

Cover: © 2006, Brian Harty

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