I found myself cackling at this little interesting history lesson and tour of the tunnels beneath the streets of downtown Tulsa, my hometown. Apparently Waite Phillips, the founder of Phillips 66, was too scared even to walk the streets in front of his own buildings due to what the rich perceived as a rash of […]
Progressives Need to Run for Office–Any Office!
We spend so much time trying to plead for mercy and understanding from those in political power, when in fact we could be them, in some cases merely by writing our names on pieces of paper.
Festival International du Film D’Amiens
If the film loving community of Tulsa could bring some of this energy back home, foment it, and keep it, perhaps someday we might not need to go abroad to appreciate our own film history or to champion it from out of state.
April 22, 1995: The Lepers Played Ikon, and I Puked on Some Jocks
In the late early mid-90s, I, along with a girl name Charlie, my friend Claire, an artist named Mike, our young mascot, Nads, and a couple other ne’er-do-well rebellious young teens, put out an anonymous zine at Tulsa’s Booker T. Washington High School called “Butyraceous,” a funky-sounding name meaning “having the salubrious qualities of butter.” […]