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Heeb Issue #10Urban Kvetch
My cats Mookie and Cleo had fleas this week. I really felt for the cats, because they had bugs biting them and shit, but I felt a lot worse for myself. Turns out a single flea can lay about 30,000
Lisa Loeb
When I’m finally introduced to the folk singer, I make a sympathetic remark about how hard it seems to be back in the saddle again. Loeb looks at me sharply behind her
Merchants of Menace
There are many explanations for the storied cupidity of the Jewish people. Some argue that laws in Christian Europe forced us to work disproportionately in fields of
The Gold Standard
But perhaps focusing on the caddish qualities of the Piven persona is to miss the boat, for what distinguishes his protagonists are the certain moments when they emerge,
My Son, the Debtor
When David Gould, 33, was growing up in St. Louis, his career fate seemed practically sealed. “I had known many older, satisfied physicians growing up,” both
Sweatshop Chic
Whether running a factory, running a sewing machine, or running a mouth off, there is nary a Jew who doesn’t have someone in his or her family tree who spent time on
Lone Star
Kinky Friedman claims that he started his country-western band, Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys, “in the jungles of Borneo” while in the Peace Corps in 1968.
The Corvette
The Corvette: My father’s car was a ’65 Corvette. He had had it for fifteen years, and he loved it. He did not love his car more than his family; the car was not a
Hostel Takeover






