Today I set out to do a simple task: pick up a book at the Enoch Pratt central branch. Somehow, while walking from the bus stop, I got waylaid. First, I remembered this cozy little cafe and bookstore on Read Street that has a second-wave feminist, old-school gay vibe. I …

A couple Saturdays ago, I met a man doing some kind of performance life project in which he doesn't buy food for himself. Instead he gets people to give it to him. He does, however, buy beer. I believe he described the project as about "restraint." I would describe it …