Max Hendrickson
Max Hendrickson
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Hendrickson: Moving out Seymour
Last weekend I cleaned a friend’s grandfather’s old house in East Meadow, Long Island. An octogenarian, Seymour Mausner recently moved to an assisted living home and his family is putting his old house on the market.
Bright College Bathrooms: Unisex LC
Three hints: more water on the floor than Toad's after the foam party, paper towels strewn qua Tazmanian devil, and a persistent stink like the military latrines at Diên Biên Phû. I'm starting this series of blog posts with my least favorite bathroom at Yale: the trench that is the first floor, single-occupancy unisex bathroom in LC. It is literally always occupied. And the last three times I have used it, a sheepish elderly woman with irritable bowel syndrome and poor aim has come waddling out with the stench of death at her back. I literally had to cover my face gas-mask style to quickly urinate. Other highlights include a sink that is pulling off the wall, and a mirror that you have to turn around and shuffle to the left to see yourself in. The bathroom also features a perpetual lack of toilet paper. If you must pee in LC, choose one of the bathrooms on the third floor or do yourself a favor and go to CT hall: palatial.
The clubs of Crown Street: Stella Blues
Timidly ordering my drink as usual, I nervously sidled up to Stella Blues’ bar and was unexpectedly greeted by its resident music enthusiast, Spo-dough. This bar is a chapel whose patron saints are Jerry Garcia, Frank Zappa and Jeff Beck – and the only place in New Haven you’ll find their records inset under the glass of the bar.
THIS BE ART: Professor Donald Margulies
English Professor Donald Margulies sat with scene on Tuesday to discuss the New York City run of his new play, “Time Stands Still.” From behind his desk in Linsley-Chittenden, he spoke calmly. The man has won a Pulitzer Prize, so yeah, he’s at ease with all forms of dialogue.
Bogosian and Kushner sexify the Bard at the Cabaret
Rarely do Shakespearean sonnets remind us that the Bard too must have screwed, shat and pissed.
Revolution at the Cabaret
The Yale Cabaret’s mission statement this year is “a gauntlet thrown in the face of our future.” But its current production, “The Surrender Tree,” more aptly portrays the gauntlet thrown in the face of our past. The play is a staged-adaptation of a Spanish and English children’s book by Margarita Engle about the Cuban War of Independence.
Mr. Gibbs and me
As an 11-year-old on a frozen lake in Minneapolis, my neighborhood octogenarian Mr. Gibbs shouted at me, “WHAT? Do ya think I’m a damn fool?!”