"Magic" is more palatable a song than Coldplay's released in a long time; the excellent Alunageorge remix poked it with a glittery wand until it jumped a little, and this straightforward, soulful, lovely MNEK cover could be a single in its own right: it's like blackout curtains drawn in a hotel room over a bed that you never want to leave.
In the land of plenty: that is where The Dopeass Tea Wizard lives. Among bushels of green leaves, he homesteads in a hut that is best described as Burning Man chic. He loves his fucking kettle. It's electric—he does not fuck with the old-fashioned kind anymore, not since he installed electricity with the help of Lorna, the mythical forest sprite he visits with occasionally. Electric kettles with superior settings for varying hotness of water let the tea wizard make his magic.
Just let The Dopeass Tea Wizard make his magic. Do not disturb.
The Dopeass Tea Wizard lives a mostly simple life. Wake up, flip kettle switch, summon golden, ruby-encrusted [...]
In response to a recent comment, I got in touch with a 17th-century sorceress. What kind of spells do you cast?
What kind of spells don't I cast! Well, there are a number, actually. In fact, mostly I only do love spells, but usually by the time I finish describing their pros and cons, and how people generally feel after I cast one for them (bad, almost uniformly, unless they're unwell), most people decide against them. Because if you think about it, love spells are deeply sad, and are in fact probably an oxymoron.
But I also do spells for ailments.
What do you wear?
Capes! Cloaks. Lace. Lots [...]
The first time I met Bill Murray, I was 18 years old and wearing a miserable brown ensemble.
The garments belonged to my mother, and for unknown reasons I had filched them to add to my own wardrobe in New York: a chocolate, polyester blouse, light-washed jeans, and mahogany, backless loafers in the style of re-imagined Mary Janes. I had just moved to the city for college and the independent film I interned for consisted of a tidy editorial crew (Editor, Assistant Editor, and me.) Rather than cool clothes, I outfitted myself with that spirited, blind alacrity only youth affords. I was thrilled to work on a real film—in the [...]
Brian is a 29-year-old clergyman at the Summerland Grove Pagan Church, in Memphis, TN. This is the first in a series of interviews with people who are professionally religious.
What's your faith background and how did your belief system develop?
I discovered paganism when I was 13 years old, watching a Discovery Channel show called Weird Religions. Being a teenager, I was drawn to Wicca and magic and polytheism, and I’d been reading mythology for 5 or 6 years at that point; it was fascinating to see that people were practicing these ancient religions today.
Before that, I hadn’t been raised particularly religious. But my parents [...]
I used to read a lot of fairy tales, and one of my old favorites is the Brother’s Grimm story The Mouse, The Bird and The Sausage. In it, the three title characters form a partnership: the mouse brings the water, the bird fetches firewood, and the sausage cooks dinner. But then they decide to shake things up, and that’s where the trouble begins.
The Disgustingly Good Black Bean Brownies get off to a rough start; at first, they smell like dinner, pureed. But, as more ingredients fall into your food processor, the smell softens, and then sweetens. Finally, when the tray is ready to slide into the [...]
One day I overstayed a birthday visit to Paris by about 10 years. That tenth spring found me in that awkward phase we 30-somethings often go through, called “still between boyfriends.” This phase had gone on for so long that I didn’t even want a boyfriend anymore. In fact, ever since noticing a beautifully wrinkled and mysteriously sensual older French woman at a friend’s party, and, having inquired if she was the wife of the frizzy-haired, balding older man with the huge, horn-rimmed glasses next to her, and being informed that, “Nooo, she’s his mistress. They’ve been lovers for many years,” I’d decided that loverhood was what I aspired [...]