Last year Patrick McCarthy and a couple of pals were playing around with electric motors, attaching pens and markers to them to see what they’d create on paper. Says McCarthy, “One of us said, ‘How about having a gallery show with these machines? We’ll let them draw and paint and stuff and then we’ll auction […]
Author Archives: Michael G. Glab
Class Clowns
How the ImprovOlympic takes a bunch of raw recruits and whips them into lean, mean acting machines.
Rebels Without a Clock
For the faithful followers of rockabilly, it’s not what you do, it’s how you look doing it.
All in the Game
The old team spirit seems to be lacking among Wrigley Field neighbors anxious about the expansion.
Using the Old Bean
Katerina Carson concentrates on making the coffeehouse of her dreams.
On Stage: Estrogen Fest extends its reach
“I’m not into sentimentality,” says Ann Filmer, a director, choreographer, and cofounder of the Aardvark theater collective. “I like more visceral theater, the kind of thing that affects me internally. And I’m not big on theater as storytelling. Books are for telling stories. Theater is about having an experience.” Since its inception in the fall […]
Cover Feature Sidebar
By Michael G. Glab Dara Thompson is sipping a cocktail in a restaurant near Woodfield Mall. We’re talking about a computer magazine that has “Internet entrepreneur” Monica Lewinsky on the cover. A demon taps me on the shoulder. “Dara,” I begin, “if you were Monica Lewinsky–” Thompson interrupts. “Would I smoke Bill’s cigar?” Er, yeah. […]
Ice Queens
Scratch a woman hockey player and you’ll find a Bobby Orr just beneath the surface.
It Came From Within
For fright-flick buff Lawrence McCallum, life was one long horror show. Then he discovered a way to keep the demons at bay.
From the Inside Out
How artistic prisoners and needy kids are helping each other cope with their troubles.
Funny Girl
Before the kids, writer Amy Krouse Rosenthal was just another subversive chick. Now she picks brain lint in coffeehouses.
The Slugger
Toe-to-toe with diabetes or Durocher, RON SANTO doesn’t back down.
Jay Marvin Simmers Down
The nastiest mouth in radio is back in town—with a new gig and a brand-new attitude.
In Print: a dating coach’s secrets to scoring
The way Myreah Moore tells it, she never had to carry lunch money when she was a student at Marian Catholic High School in Chicago Heights. All the good-looking guys took turns paying her cafeteria tab, in appreciation of the evening they spent with her–on the phone, talking about girl trouble. Moore had quite a […]