9021oh is a blog on Tumblr dedicated to posting carefully selected screen captures from the classic, incomparable teen television series, Beverly Hills, 90210. Often augmented with hilarious captions, the images alone are perfect enough to stare at for hours. That’s what made Beverly Hills, 90210 such a masterpiece: each frame was a work of art. The show was comprised of so many awkward angles and maladroit poses, cheaply quotidian backdrops and skull-rubbing misrepresentations of society, beautifully authentic expressions of teenage affectation, otherworldly color palettes and stucco walls, over-lit living rooms of the upper crust and beach ball interstitials, surreal outfits and contradictory character traits, misguided attempts at cultural politics and Brenda Walsh meltdowns— it’s hard to even process the enormity of what you’re seeing when you watch an episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 for the first time. I can’t scratch the tip of the iceberg with words, but the enchanting images on 9021oh certainly help break down the glory of that seminal show.

So, I interviewed Yoko Ono for The Advocate. I kind of don’t believe that, myself, but it’s true. Yoko is one of my heroes and I didn’t think I’d ever get a chance to ask her anything at all, let alone have the opportunity to interview the woman, the luminary. It was intimidating, to be sure, formulating the question list that would soon be in the e-mail inbox of Yoko Ono— what do you ask a guru? While my questions weren’t the most profound in the world, Yoko’s efficient answers gracefully managed to impart the full weight of her wisdom and experience in spite of my unworthiness. But enough about me— go read it!

Lay Flat is a photo magazine that subverts the constructs of its genre, breaking all boundaries. Literally, it’s not bound. That’s why you have to lay it flat. The 20 sturdy photographs in Lay Flat are complemented by a booklet containing four fascinating essays about contemporary issues effecting photography, an interview, and a poem. The publication’s editor and co-curator of the first issue, Remain in Light, is Shane Lavalette: a visionary blogger who has lent more than a little legitimacy to the idea of blogging as a forum for thoughtful dialogue about art. As if that weren’t enough, the 21-year-old Lavalette is also a brilliant photographer in his own right, whose work demonstrates the same commanding grasp on aesthetic that he flaunts in his curatorial projects.

I wanted a Secret Sender 6000 so bad, growing up. It wouldn’t have done me any good— no one else I knew had one. My infared pulses about farts, homework and angry librarians would have faded into the atmosphere every time, cementing the alienation of my lonely, pre-cyber youth. But what if I wasn’t alone? What if all my classmates were wielding Secret Senders, sending out insurrectionary missives 28 characters at a time (and you thought Twitter was constricting)? We could have built an underground telecommunication system connecting elementary school classrooms across the globe— a decentralized peer-to-peer network liberating students from the authority of their parents and teachers!

The New York Times reported this week on iPhone-related mistrials. There’s an epidemic, apparently, of jurors accessing the Internet from their phones to look up prejudicial information, text confidential trial tidbits, and tweet jury-room secrets. The Secret Sender’s fantasy of easy disobedience within the educational system has begotten the reality of total structurelessness within the system of criminal justice. Did Casio Cool not think of the ramifications?! Need I mention the havoc and disarray that supposedly secret texts have wrought across the cultural landscape? Kwame Kilpatrick? Chris Brown? Nonetheless, our telecommunication dream come true is not a total dystopia: secret messages are finally being used for the spontaneous outbreak of benign, faux-subversive fun that Casio promised us, in the form of flash mobs. Pillow fight!! Pass it on.

Mary Ann Heagerty is a sensational sculptor, chic craftswoman, radical rock collector, and my roommate. Recently I’ve been taking pictures of some of her work, which includes dentures made out of lollipops and wood chips, hand castings, a giant three-dimensional mirror diamond, hair trapped in wax hexagon, and a series of carefully hollowed-out eggs incubating invitations to a MOCA opening.