I’m not sure “Best Activist” is a title that I can shoulder honestly. I prefer to think of myself as a court jester, juggling chainsaws and poking at the apathetic with a stick.
The (Civil) Society Column
We’re all public now
While there was no actual bloodshed, the evening delivered its promise of entertainment when it came to proposed budget solutions.
March against Monsanto: This time, it’s political
It’s been suspiciously quiet on the Monsanto front lately. Since we last checked in with the Aggro Overlords of Corporate Agribusiness, they’ve suffered some setbacks.
Close encounters of the gay kind
Tybee has been an LGBT-friendly destination for years, and last year’s inaugural Rainbow Fest drew hundreds to the island, warranting a big boost in sales tax revenue for the weekend (and not a single arrest.).
Locals only!
While your blood might have to run blue to be deemed native around here, anyone can become an instant local by supporting the artisans, shops and services within an arm’s reach.
When humanity fails, grim laughter comforts
The unspeakable atrocities committed by Hitler and the Nazis happened barely 70 years ago, and yeah, it’s still too soon for a Comedy Central roast. (Unless Mel Brooks comes out of retirement.)
A miracle grows in Midtown
For this grandiose garden scheme, Carol Greenberg must’ve felt like Noah, wrangling believers on board like a herd of unwilling oxen.
Let the Flannery freak flags fly
The Flannery O’Connor Homemade Parade and Block Party transformed bucolic Lafayette Square into a haven for Savannah’s most delightful misfits and fruitcakes.
Like lists? Here’s your harbor deepening Top Ten
Those who question the long-range consequences of SHEP believe resistance is futile. And it well may be, as a dozen lefty liberals in a church basement are hardly a threat to Georgia’s teratoid political-industrial complex.
Marching through the Spring Between
Here in the South, we’ve about turned the corner where Old Man Winter waves to us wanly in the rearview mirror. But it’s not quite time to celebrate, as objects may be closer than they appear.
Partying with the library krewe
A party? At the library? Oh, don’t be fooled by the shushing and studious reputation; you’ve never seen the Library in evening dress.
At the root of good food: Meet Teri Schell
Poor Teri—she absolutely hates attention, but her name constantly pops up as Savannah’s egalitarian food guru
