John Bloom

Don't Mess with a 12-year-old Skater

WRITING - John Bloom


"Saaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaaah!"

Imagine this keening wail in a place that sounds like the world's biggest elementary school cafeteria, punctuated by squeals, cacophonous shouts and "Woooooooo"s.

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Tyson's Second Childhood

WRITING - John Bloom


Mike Tyson has always had a wide- eyed baby-face look about him, but ten minutes before the biggest fight of his life, he looked eight years old and scared.

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Emptiness at Ground Zero

WRITING - John Bloom


The emptiness of Ground Zero didn't really bring the emotional release we expected.

There were remarkably few tears at the closing ceremony, as the caissons brought out first the empty stretcher, then the flag-draped 58-ton steel girder.

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Noel Coward and Osama Bin Laden Don't Mix

WRITING - John Bloom


Luis, the suave maitre d' at Barbetta, looks around the al fresco garden of his 96-year-old Piemontese restaurant and tries not to let the emptiness of the place affect his jovial manner.

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Dear Mom and Dad, As My Gay Transvestite Rooomate Was Saying the Other Day

WRITING - John Bloom


"Coed roommates" sounds like an Internet sex site, but it's actually the official housing policy at places like Antioch College, the University of Massachusetts, Tufts University, Swarthmore, and other colleges in the Northeast.

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Brilliant Sri Lankan Novelists, Go Home

WRITING - John Bloom


Did you ever notice that the books in the airport reading rack--the books that everyone actually reads--are never the books that are reviewed in the big Sunday book sections?

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Literary Thieves

WRITING - John Bloom


I picked up a paper in West Texas one time and read one of my own articles. The only problem was, it didn't have my name on it. It had another guy's name on it, with his picture.

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The Sun Also Rises

WRITING - John Bloom


There can never be enough newspapers in the world, which is why I was stunned, excited, and, hell, grateful to hear that a bunch of crazy millionaires were launching a New York daily in spite of all predictions of their utter doom.

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Is the World Ending?

WRITING - John Bloom


With bikinis in Central Park, mini-skirts on Fifth Avenue and shirtless hippies in Union Square, you could say that New York is celebrating the end of winter, except, actually, we never had a winter.

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