The death of comic books?
I just finished Ursula K. LeGuin’s The Left Hand of Darkness, which I have put off reading for years as I believed that I would find it rather boring. Quite the contrary: The Left Hand is one of those books that leave a tingling in your spine as you finish it; a sense that some…
When You Wish Upon a Star
Yesterday, a piece of meteorite landed in a Bloomington home. Not long ago, my fiancee witnessed a meteor very close to her parents’ house and we had discussed looking for it in the cornfields the next time we were over there. Due to the sudden advent of the cold weather, this never happened. This reminds…
Leif Johnson, MA; or how I learned to stop worrying and love my wife
For now, at least, to hell with the Ph.D. Maybe there will be another day when I’ll decide to take it up again, but for now I am tired of living in the books. I woke up this morning–no, it would be more proper to say that I went to sleep last night feeling like…
Can Photography Still Be Considered High Art?
Originally published in the Chicago Maroon. “Turn your head to the right. Down a little bit. Smile. There.” The words came from my fiancée as we rode the Metra on our way to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art’s new exhibition, MCA Exposed: Defining Moments in Photography, 1967–2007; the object she held was a camera…
Leif Johnson 