The Way To Better Health Is Through … Our Guts?

The norm in this country is still for doctors to be brusque and overly technical, and for probiotics and other dietary wisdom to be touted only in ways that can be fit into the space of a 20-second television advertisement.

I Went To A Self-Help Seminar

A woman named Karen swept in and onto the low carpeted stage in front of us. Immediately I liked Karen. I loved Karen. I was going to do everything Karen told me to do.

I’m In Love With The Tallest Man On Earth

Matsson’s style of playing, like Dylan’s in the beginning, is loose and mostly finger-picked. His guitar, usually an acoustic, often sounds as if the strings are about to fall off.

On The Final Season Of ‘Skins’

Life is mostly filled with a struggle with the self: self-loathing, self-involvement, self-discovery. Skins gives credence to this. It sees life as it is.

My Love Affair With Reality TV

It’s hard for me to believe that in another era, people might have read books to relax. Now, to relax, I need — or at least I tell myself I need — to watch the least mentally challenging, least difficult, least gritty, least substantive television program available.

The Chance Encounters That Change Us

A blue LED flashlight resembling a glowstick floated by us on the path. It was attached, we realized after tilting our headlamp-clad heads upward, to a woman. She announced herself with a cheerful “Hi!” and walked over to us.

Laura Marling Once Again Outdoes Herself

Maybe we irritating critics will call this Marling’s “transitional album,” but that’s not a criticism. She’s just dipping her feet into the vast sea of musical ideas that her talent can tackle.