where you are waiting for a table at Russ and Daughters in the Jewish Museum and, bored, you go to take out Portnoy’s Complaint but stop yourself by thinking, “Now this is just a step too far, even for me.”
That Thing
January 23, 2017Good Conversations Yesterday
January 20, 2017KM: I’m at [redacted], which is usually a good place to work. But right now [name of famous writer, redacted] is standing three feet away from me, trying to take a selfie in front of the library. It’s been going on for almost five minutes. I’m like, “Can you stop being both annoying and incredibly successful RIGHT next to me???”
ID: Ugh!
ID: I think I would have a hard time [at said redacted location] just for being surrounded by people so successful.
ID: #3 on my list of “neuroses to shed in 2017”
KM: No joke. She’s still doing it. I think it must be for Snapchat or a video because she keeps saying “books are magic.”
ID: HAHA
KM: She is remarkably not embarrassed by this. She’s said it easily 20 times.
KM: Just chipping away at this proposal while this bestseller Snapchats next to me.
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ID: I straight up don’t believe in [redacted]
AL: Nope. Fake news!
ID: HAHAHAH
ID: From now on whenever anything I disapprove of comes up I’m just going to yell, “Fake news!”
AL: My friend said her 11-year-old now just yells that at her whenever he doesn’t want to do stuff.
New Hobby
January 18, 2017I think my new favorite hobby is reading “Testimonies of Healing” from the Christian Science Sentinel.
Diagnosed Dental Problem Healed
As I sat in the dentist’s chair for my yearly checkup, I once again heard how important it was that I make an appointment to have a root canal procedure. I had heard this urging before at the previous appointment and the supposedly dire consequences of doing nothing. But I had been doing something: I had been praying. I had been affirming that my true substance was spiritual and that God was the source of my entire identity and being.
I knew that a decayed tooth was not a spiritual reality but an illusion, a false image of mortal mind. A material operation would not dispel this illusion, and it was important to me not to simply go along with the seeming reality of matter’s illusive nature. Now was the time to defeat this lie and to know that God was working out His purpose in me. I left the dentist’s office, knowing I could lean on God, but I also felt I was at odds with the dentist who was urging a medical procedure.
Moving ahead a year,just before Christmas, I suddenly began to experience pain in the area of my mouth where the dentist had warned me about. Over the next few hours the pain increased, and the side of my face became swollen. I prayed the Lord’s Prayer right away and declared: “… as in heaven, so on earth, –– God is omnipotent, supreme” (Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 17).
Encouraged, yet still in pain, I called a Christian Science practitioner for prayerful treatment. Today, I don’t remember our conversation, but the love and confidence the practitioner expressed calmed my fear and strengthened my expectation of healing. Immediately I felt the pain subside, and within a couple of hours the swelling decreased. By the next day there was no sensation or evidence of the difficulty.
All was well until a couple of weeks later when the pain and swelling returned. My first impulse was to call the practitioner back, requesting further treatment. While preparing to make the phone call, I recalled the memory of the dentist standing over me and describing the troubled material picture. At that point, however, I turned from pondering the memory of this diagnosis and listened instead to hear what divine Mind was communicating to me.
What suddenly and strongly came to thought was that the belief that I had a decayed tooth was a lie. The disease had always been a mortal belief; my real substance as Spirit’s idea had never lapsed from the harmonious perfection of Mind’s creating. Whatever diagnosis I’d received, based on the testimony of the material senses, was not the truth about my real substance or identity.
In that moment my realization of the truth was so profound that all fear quickly left and the pain with it. Within an hour the swelling also disappeared. It has been more than eight years since that experience, and all continues to be well.
An important lesson I learned from this experience is to be more prompt in rejecting false claims and to affirm all discordant conditions to be a lie. As our Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, tells us, “When the first symptoms of disease appear, dispute the testimony of the material senses with divine Science” (Science and Health, p. 390).
At the time of the dentist’s examination and warning, I had been confident that any problem could be in healed in Christian Science, but I had not been immediately vehement in my rejection of the medical claim that was presented to me. However, through this experience I have learned that it is never too late to stop and listen to the truth that is always present to meet our need immediately.
Art Not Ads
January 13, 2017In New York, a group is embarking on a year-long project to replace advertisements with works of art. Genius! The only issue with it, as far as I can tell right now, is that it’s a little within-the-lines (I’d love to see more people take their Exact-o knives to billboards and getting arrested mid-painting session) and not pervasive enough. I’d prefer that all ads were eliminated and replaced with artwork, but everyone knows I have wild visions for society…
The campaign was inspired by a giant picture of a surgically enhanced ass:
Caldwell was inspired to start the project after seeing an ad for a $1,000 Brazilian butt lift outside of her Brooklyn apartment last spring. She said, “I laughed it off at first, but the billboard was designed to make me feel self-conscious, and I got tired of it. I became determined to fill my life with art that would make people feel anything else.”
An example:

Reminds me of a few years ago, when I was just out of college, I saw a little piece about an artist, or something, was creating these bumper sticker type things that read, “You don’t need it,” which wannabe renegades like myself could request (for free) in the mail and then smack them onto public advertisements. I still have my packet somewhere. While I was walking through the underpass between the A and S trains at 42nd Street I saw these giant iPhone 7 posters, with that instantly recognizable sleek Apple aesthetic, and I thought, “That would be perfect.” Next time. (Don’t think I won’t do it.)
Why Her?
January 8, 2017Just zipped through some of last year’s winning essays in the Notting Hill Editions Essay Prize (really loved “Eulogy for Nigger”) and although I was mostly besotted with Josh Cohen’s “The Incurious Rabbit,” there was one thing I found a bit peculiar. When he talks about his analysands are struggling with often paralyzing indecision, he uses, for the every-patient, the pronoun “she.”
I can’t help making a link between this generalized cultural condition and the crisis I find recurring more and more often in my psychoanalytic consulting room, of the impossible decision. Prospective patients come to me in the grip of an urgent yet irresolvable dilemma. Should I stay in my unhappy marriage for my children’s sake? Should I leave the stable job I hate for the risk of an uncertain and potentially disastrous new venture? She appeals to me to help her extricate herself from a swamp of indecision and ambivalence. But turning over the competing arguments in the session does little to clarify her wish or relieve her anxiety. In fact, after a few session or many more, she might complain that she’s no clearer about what she wants and that the uncertainty has only become harder to bear.
So, either the Good Doctor Cohen is a) only seeing female patients (weird), b) trying to push back against the historical standard of always assuming every person/character/divine being whose gender is otherwise unspecified must be male or c) saying, in a roundabout way, that women struggle more with pathological indecision than men do. Votes?
Timing?
January 3, 2017Dear Telegraph Newspaper,
I appreciate you giving Hanukah a little ink during Christmas’s relentless reign of glory, but don’t you think it would have been easy enough to publish an explanatory article BEFORE the holiday started?

Yours Truly,
ID
Fact Checking the Internet
December 28, 2016A few times in the last month or so, I’ve noticed some misinformation––some things big, some small––published on the Internet, and it occurs to me that these mistakes should not go unannounced. So here I am to dispel them! To no one! And to no purpose! Hurrah!
1. First, this is a small one, but as these initial two errors were both committed by the Guardian‘s film review department (or however they fuck you want to label it) I do think it’s time for them to tighten up the ship a little. I mean, it’s not THAT difficult to get these details correct. Here is a review of the latest offering by Rama Burshtein, haredi Israeli director of Fill the Void:
Israeli-American director Rama Burshtein follows her impressive debut, Fill the Void – a drama about marriage set in Jerusalem’s Haredi community – with another picture dealing with relationships set against an orthodox Jewish backdrop.
Fill the Void was set in Tel Aviv, not in Jerusalem. I get the mistake (you hear “haredi,” you think Jerusalem) but it was well-reported that it was in Tel Aviv, so just Google it, will ya?
2. Ah, Peter Bradshaw. How many loathe thee for thy spoilers! Personally I don’t have a dog in that fight, although I do question how you made such a simple error in this review of Nocturnal Animals:
The clash between supercool LA and this couldn’t be more jarring. Because this is no feathery literary confection: it is a brutal west Texas crime thriller about a married man – Susan imagines Tony, that is, Jake Gyllenhaal in the role, who takes his wife Laura (Isla Fisher) and his daughter Helen (Ellie Bamber) on a road trip on vacation across the remote desert, where they are terrorised by a wild gang of good ol’ boys led by the brutish Ray (Aaron Taylor-Johnson).
Ellie Bamber’s character is named India, not Helen. Not even a little close.
3. In a recent book titled Bellevue: Three Centuries of Medicine and Mayhem at America’s Most Storied Hospital, writer David Oshinsky says that Sylvia Plath was one of the many celebrities hospitalized there after her breakdown. He only mentions it once, in passing, in the introduction. I have read Plath’s collected journals, as well as the many biographies of her that have been written over the preceding twenty years (side note: Levy Center fellow Heather Clark is obviously an expert, but what on earth do we not know about Sylvia Plath’s life by now?!) and I don’t recall any mention of Bellevue. So I digitally searched for the word in five biographies of her, and again, found nothing. I suspect that Mr. Oshinsky just read that piece of misinformation somewhere, thought it sounded plausible (which it does) and sexy, and added it in. And for the record, I’m not the only one who questions Oshinsky’s sourcing, as New York Times critic Jennifer Senior calls it “inexplicably sloppy.” So there.
I was also about to rail against those who claimed Simone Weil was a convert to Catholicism, although with further research it appears that in fact I was probably wrong about this, and I’ve decided to fess up to prove that even the best among us make mistakes!
I’m missing a few instances here, but it’s best not to get too caught up in petty things.
Bog Factor
December 21, 2016When walking in Scotland, please do consider the BOG FACTOR. 
Overheard on the Bus
December 18, 2016Mother: You have to be careful, because sometimes advertisers and marketers make you think you want something but really you don’t need it.
Seven-ish-year-old daughter: Because they’re bad?
Mother: No, it’s not bad. I do marketing, am I bad?
ID: *thinking*
Shulamith Firestone Predicts the Future
December 13, 2016“Yes, but what about basic skills? How, for example, could a child with no formal sequential training enter an advanced curriculum like architecture? But traditional book learning, the memorizing of facts, which forms the most substantial portion of the curriculum of our elementary schools, will be radically altered under the impact of cybernetics – a qualitative difference, to the apparatus of culture at least as significant a change as was the printing press, even as important as the alphabet. McLuhan pointed out the beginning of a reversal from literary to visual means of absorbing knowledge. We can expect the escalation of this and other effects with the further development of modern media for the rapid transmittal of information. And the amount of rote knowledge necessary either for children or adults will itself be vastly reduced, for we shall have computer banks within easy reach. After all, why store facts in one’s head when computer banks could supply more comprehensive information instantaneously? (Already yesterday’s children wondered why they must learn multiplication tables rather than the operation of an adding machine.) Whatever mental storing of basic facts is still necessary can be quickly accomplished through new mechanical methods, teaching machines, records and tapes, and so on, which, when they become readily available, would allow the abolition of compulsory schooling for basic skills. Like foreign students in the pursuit of a specialized profession, the child can pick up any necessary basic ‘language’ on the side, through these supplementary machine methods. But it is more likely that the fundamental skills and knowledge necessary will be the same for adults as for children: skill in operating new machines. Programming skills may become universally required, but rather than through years of nine-to-five memorizing, they could be absorbed instantly, only when required by a specific discipline.”
The Dialectics of Sex
Okay so it hasn’t played out exactly this way, but still, pretty prescient. And if her view of the future is what we have in store, then oh boy, shit’s about to get real.