Dani Katz

It was the longest I’d gone without sex in more than a decade — six months. Having spent the past year trying not to die while recovering from an herbal abortion gone awry, I’d hardly noticed — I had barely enough energy to bathe, clothe and feed myself, let alone......

Those “Berds” you may  have seen dangling from power lines at various intersections throughout our otherwise dreadfully unaccessorized city weren’t tossed skyward to make a buck. When Venice Beach native Dave Browne lobbed his first handpainted slab of plywood a few years back, neither fame nor fortune figured into the......

As subtle as a glitter-caked brick to the forehead and as sharp as a Samurai sword etched with butterflies, Mayan glyphs and Hindu deities in compromising positions, James Mathers has this to say for himself: “My name is Toylit. I am a fuck-off scientist. I make rectangles for money.” As......

I tear myself away from Rant, Chuck Palahniuk’s delightfully demented saga of a time-traveling troublemaker who kicks off an epidemic of his own superstrain of rabies through tiny traces of his saliva, to go to MOCA’s Public Fruit Jam with three friends. The jam-making session, hosted by the art group......