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The Subculture that Would Not (Un) Die Lusts for New Blood

By Ted B. Kissell
Oct 28, 2004

"I know that light is not for me, save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb, nor any gaiety save the unnamed feasts of Nitokris beneath the Great Pyramid; yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage ... I know always...
Lhasa

The Living Road Nettwerk

By Ted B. Kissell
Aug 26, 2004

Dorothy Parker once wrote that Katherine Hepburn ran the "gamut of emotions from A to B." Well, it's not as if Lhasa de Sela can't sing, but she conveys a range of emotions that goes from A to A-and-a-half. The Mexican-American musician first introduced us to her husky alto on...
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The 25 Most Unbearable Miami Movies Ever Made

By Ted B. Kissell
Aug 5, 2004

Miami's movie history is long, but far from proud. The past ten years or so, especially, have seen a flurry of film crews sweeping across the humid landscape of America's craziest city -- closing causeways, blowing shit up and whatnot. All of this is, we suppose, good news for the...
Cruel or Usual Punishment?

Miami-Dade County has a hands-off policy toward its schoolchildren, but that doesn't mean corporal punishment has gone away

By Ted B. Kissell
Sep 7, 2000

On October 6, 1970, fourteen-year-old James Ingraham was late for school. When he got to his shop class at Liberty City's Drew Junior High School, he broke a glass. For these two transgressions, Ingraham was taken to principal Willie J. Wright's office to be paddled. When Ingraham protested, Wright called...
Schoolhouse Knocks

Although the Liberty City Charter School helped make Jeb Bush governor, four years on it's barely passing

By Ted B. Kissell
Aug 24, 2000

The Liberty City Charter School is difficult to find, nestled as it is between a middle school and I-95 among the tree-lined streets and neat ranch-style houses of the tiny city of El Portal. It presents an unassuming face, one two-story building with an entry flanked by fluted white columns,...

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