Author Archives: Larissa Archer

My Brush With the Bratt

Hi everyone—sorry for the delay. I’ve been immersed in my job (timeshare scam), moving out of my apartment (kicked out), making new friends ($4 margarita happy hour) and have been just too busy (Cinemax porn-a-thon) to sit at my computer. … Continue reading

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Cockroach Shock and Awe Part Two: Beyond Therapy

July 3rd, 2005: At 7:10 this morning I was enjoying the sleep of the innocent when I felt something tickle my knee. The sensation did not resemble the occasional trickle of sweat I ignore these sultry nights without air conditioning; … Continue reading

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Cockroach Shock and Awe, or, Why I Need Therapy, Volume One

My room has cockroaches. In the month I’ve lived in my East Village Apartment, I’ve not seen a single roach in the kitchen, bathroom, or even in any of the corridors of my marginally-gentrified Jimmy Carter-renovated apartment building, where some … Continue reading

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Soap Opera Angel

A brief anecdote from my day:As I sat in the Actors Equity Center on Times Square at around 3 in the afternoon, having been there since 7:15am, I dozed off. This is hard to avoid on less busy days, as … Continue reading

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The Writer poses. 

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Should’ve started this long ago

Inspired by my friend Martina, who has created “The Unquiet American,” an account of her p.h.d. work in Hanoi, I’ve taken the next step towards becoming a member of modern times, and started a blog. I’ve always wished I kept … Continue reading

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