Little Shop of Horrors
by Gabriel ThompsonLocal
Though I didnt know a carnation from a chrysanthemum, I wasnt nervous before starting a new job in Manhattans flower district. I hadnt known anything about farm work, but survived two months harvesting lettuce in Arizona. More recently, I had endured a crash course in the art of slaughtering and processing industrial chicken. A vegetarian since grade school, I didnt even know what a chicken breast looked like before working the graveyard shift at a poultry plant in rural Alabama. By the second week, I was tearing apart more than 7,000 breasts a nightby hand.
HANNE TIERNEY: Promoting Theater Without Actors
by Eleanor J. BaderLocal
Hanne Tierney, an East German-born Jane of many artistic trades, describes herself as a typical autodidact, an eclectic and insatiable reader. Her wide-ranging interests are evident in her work.
MoCADA Show Takes On the G-Word
by Theodore HammLocal
Over the past two decades, Brooklyns artistic renaissance spawned the boroughs neighborhood reformation.
Perspectives on the Quake
by Jacques Africot and Toni CelaLocal
At 4:53 p.m. on Tuesday, January 12th, I was attending a class at the Jacmel branch of the UNASMOH (Université Américaine des Sciences Modernes dHaiti) when the Earthquake hit.



