Including good doggos and a farting Contessa
In Calcata Vecchia, an artists’ community perched high on a rock overlooking a valley, loud, acrimonious arguments are…
We here at Cappuccini are of the opinion that all smush-faced creetchurs must be humiliated with costumes, especially at Halloween.
Pugs, Frenchies, even a half-smushie like a Boston Terrier or a Boxer can be made yet more ridiculous by the judicious application of imagination, inspiration, and a little elbow grease.
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Whenever I fall into a swoon of despair over the gross inequalities in society — and let’s face it, they are legion — I try to cheer myself up by looking at vintage ads.
Let me tell you, that stuff is appalling.
More than art, cinema, or television programming, ads…
He promises not to make fun of the LGBTQ community anymore, so it’s all okay!
As of this writing, Netflix employees are staging a walkout over transphobic remarks recently made by comedian Dave Chappelle in his new Netflix special “The Closer”, seen as “a revolutionary act of defiance” by some…
And it’s going to change everything for you.
In Calcata Vecchia, an artists’ colony about sixty miles north of Rome, there is a cave nestled inside a hill that was excavated by the ancient Etruscans. Housed within the cave is the Grotta Sonora, or sound cave, truly one of the…
One of the great joys of writing articles for Medium is the complete editorial freedom. I can, and do, write on any subject that interests me, and after years of penning articles-for-hire about air conditioning, water filtration, Botox, and sanitation services, I delight in this fresh air of whimsy.
That’s…
In the event that you’ve been living under a rock for the last four years — or you instinctively avoid viral videos of anyone who looks like Jesus from The Big Lebowski tumbling rock salt down his arm — let me acquaint you with the January 11, 2017 event that…
It didn’t have to be this way.
18th century women swooned at the sound of their voices, some clutching wax figures of these gods of their idolatry whose piercing, high-pitched voices “ravished them to the core.” In Europe’s foremost opera houses, ecstatic admirers would scream, “Long live the knife, the…
I moved to Texas when I was twelve. My mom got a job offer in Houston, and off we went, packing up our townhouse in Los Alamitos, California (think: track homes, manicured lawns, the Los Alamitos Racetrack, shag carpeting, strip malls, and a whole bunch of white people) and driving…
Right now, we’re doing nothing.
Lionel B. taught music at a public high school in New York. He packed his own lunches, wore plaid button-downs, and played showtunes on the piano. …
