Simon Moya-Smith

November 24, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
It was 6:15 p.m. on a Wednesday when I attempted to break into St. Paul’s Chapel on the Columbia University campus in New York City. There was a lecture scheduled for 6 p.m.
August 22, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
Comfort is a curious thing. In the right amounts it's like a miracle drug. Or maybe it's more specific like a panacea or nepenthe for the lovesick hopeless romantic who can't seem to get over the woman he lost. "God, I just want to forget her!" he...
July 31, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
It’s not every day that you get a revered professor of genetics at Harvard Medical School to publicly confirm that the Bering Strait theory is “not a fact."
July 04, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
It was last Saturday around noon and I was in no mood for banal blather.
June 19, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
Well, folks, Mitt the Mormon has locked the GOP presidential candidacy, and for the first time in 10 years I’m giving serious consideration to spending the morning of Nov. 6 at the beach or bar or breakfast table—anywhere but that vile voting booth.
June 03, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
No right-wing GOP chubby-belly apologist would dare attempt to persuade civil rights activist Al Sharpton into believing that black-faced caricatures of young African Americans, clad in ripped overalls and Afros, are not disrespectful.
May 02, 2012
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Simon Moya-Smith
It was 1:30 p.m.
November 23, 2011
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Simon Moya-Smith
It was earlier this month during a snowstorm that I stumbled upon an interesting tidbit of American history—the kind you’d hope would make it into inner city high school textbooks, but somehow gets omitted like so many other things.