I was entering the miseries of seventh grade in the fall of 1980 when a friend dragged me into a dimly lit second-floor room. The school had recently installed a newfangled Commodore PET computer, a ...

Twenty years ago, when I was at Princeton, I and all of my fellow graduate students in physics were required to pass two foreign-language achievement tests in order to get our degrees. Since then, ...

The ploy occasionally paid off; the London Daily Mirror described the Auto-Beatnik’s poetry as “better than most of the stuff that gets published in avant garde magazines.” Lately, this kind of junk ...