http://slicemagazine.org/blog Spend a little time with someone else. From the editors of Slice magazine. Tue, 07 Sep 2010 22:34:04 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en by Joa Suorez We feel the waves before they arrive. Though our thinner shells make us more alive to pain—we can’t help but let the world in. http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1349 by Naomi Solomon It was a puzzle we were clearly not up to sorting out: the Sibling Tourists and the Mystery of the Little Kings. We had not been in Istanbul long and wouldn't stay much longer, but we saw them everywhere we went, at different times on different days—more often ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1345 by Ian F. King Part 1: Sometimes the Real Thing is More Than What’s Necessary Now, I know what you’re thinking. Wait. No, I don’t. I have no idea what you are thinking, because I have no idea what I was thinking. There was no real reason my vacation ended up ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1342 by Joa Suorez You may need some small life carried loosely in the mouth to warble the sounds trapped in the floorboards of your house—the hard part will be hunting one down. [img via] http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1336 by Liz Mathews Now that the Union Square theater has become one of the few in Manhattan without a reported bedbug infestation, I had little problem winding up there on a recent half-day Friday to view Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. But the movie and the theater have little to do ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1332 by J.B. Staniforth Part two. Read part one. Continuing, he explained that he knew people growing up who’d been Duplessis orphans, kids of unwed mothers whom, from the ‘40s until the ‘60s, the provincial government of Maurice Duplessis shunted off into insane asylums run by the Catholic church, where they were physically and ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1327 by Joa Suorez The earths we lure them with fit inside their delicate mouths, just sized to sift sand. We interrupt great nebulas they spit with our universal nets, no yield yet but gravity and celestial dust. http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1324 by Liz Mathews On a recent Saturday afternoon I and my friends Pete and Harlan were seeking a bench in Tompkins Square Park. Pickings were pretty slim—it was a nice day—but then we came to the middle of the park, where a stretch of empty benches existed on both sides of ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1320 by caitlin macrae Dear Sensitive Groper, Hello there, dude. I bet you’d describe yourself as a sensitive guy, no? I can tell you would say that about yourself, on account of how you’ve only sort of been grinding on my butt for the past few songs, as opposed to going Full Hump. ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1317 by J.B. Staniforth Part one. I knew his name was Nick, because that’s what the tattoo—a blurry, downward-slanting mass of ill-shaped letters on his left bicep—said. On the other bicep, there was a muzzy heart with what looked like a figure skiing off of it. On closer inspection that was supposed to ... http://slicemagazine.org/blog/?p=1310