Even though there’s a lot to sort through from this week–the election and Philip Roth’s retirement from the page come to mind–my Dad’s death on
Vote, damn you. What to look for, and ignore, on election day. Considering that most airlines are an inch away from charging passengers a $50
In one sense, it’s unlikely. My Dad’s health has declined still further, which, though expected, is proceeding faster than I anticipated. I see him again
LA Times Book Critic David Ulin praises the novella as a form. Does climate change exacerbate storms like Sandy? I no longer feel any temptation
“There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me, but I had it surgically removed.” –Peter Sellers I actually
Reading Rebecca Watson’s Slate article on sexism and sexual harassment in the skeptical community depressed me this morning. (And with a cold coming on and
Trump Announces He’s A Very Sad Man: The Onion is funny because it’s true. A Brazilian Man Showed Up At His Own Funeral. I wonder
This would normally be relegated to a “pondering” post, but I wanted to post David Mitchell’s Wall Street Journal column about the adaptation of his Cloud Atlas. If you
Apparently at least five states have tried to solve redistricting problems by placing all their crazy people in one district, thus allowing them to elect
My Dad just entered hospice (at home, not at a facility), which makes this news about former Presidential candidate George McGovern hit extra hard. I