CJ Hauser is a fiction writer who lives in Brooklyn, New York. Her work has been published in Ins & Outs Magazine. She was recently named by Glimmer Train’s Fall Short Story competition as a Top 25 New Writer. She is currently pursuing her MFA at Brooklyn College, and completing a novel.
- by CJ Hauser
- Published May 23, 2008
I mean, I was basically the youngest person there. And that’s okay! Because, for me, hearing Suze Rotolo describing the glory days of the village folk scene was a matter of child-like indulgence.
- by CJ Hauser
- Published May 9, 2008
The lineup at the Tribeca/ASCAP Music Lounge was motley and remarkable: peaceful protest was made new, J.S. Bach was rocked on mandolin, and a gimpy virtuoso got lewd on the bass guitar.
- by CJ Hauser
- Published May 1, 2008
Heidi Montag, starlette of the television series The Hills, announced this month that, come fall, she will cast her vote for John McCain. Although the 21-year-old endorsement by itself is unremarkable, McCain's pursuant response is worth noting.
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- by CJ Hauser
- Published April 3, 2008
The first man I ever saw naked was named Wendell. He was about fifty years old, had the chest of a grizzly bear, and graying dreads all the way down his back. I drew him seventeen times in one hour.
Drawing a nude model is not unlike love: nothing will ever be as good as your first crack at it, and certainly nothing will make as profound an impression. Although I will never match my experience with Wendell, I’ve since found a new sort of love, and a new group of naked people, at the Project of the Living Artist down on Bushwick Ave.
The studio door is propped open with a folding chair and inside it smells like cat pee. Yes, this is the smell of both art and love: cat pee. There’s a regular crowd of about six artists ranging in age from twenty to (I’m guessing here because it seemed impolite