Dive into the archives.
- My Last Supper
With a script deadline looming, it was a wonder that Mary Milan and I had the opportunity to be out and about last night to celebrate her successful defense of her dissertation.
Yes, that’s right, Mary Milan is a doctor now, or actually she’s an internship short of being a doctor but fuck, who’s counting? The […]
- eff you media 2: the electric boogaloo
I’ve still got some smoke coming out of my ears on this whole media thing. If this is true for you and you haven’t been following Glenn Greenwald on Salon, you’ve been missing some good stuff.
Here, he recounts an exchange between Chris Matthews and Tom Brokaw regarding Tiresia’s error in predicting Oedipus would claw his […]
- snowmobiling is fun and exciting
Every year, we have a transportation mishap around the holidays. In 2005, we got lost in Brooklyn (actually it was early 2006 but I’m counting it at 2005). In 2006, we drove from Chicago to Wisconsin through the snowstorm of 2006 without the aid of windshield wipers. This year, our mishap was […]
- dispatches from the tundra
We’re on the Farm for the holidays. All week we’ve been hearing snow storm warnings about the big storm that was heading our way. Around the dinner table, the metric unit “shit ton” was brought into play. Last night, it started snowing. This morning, over 10 inches of snow fell. […]
- brooms!
I dug up the issue of the Vassar alumni magazine that featured the emergence of real life quidditch. There is an action shot of one of assholes running across a field with a broom. He was in the heat of a contest. The look on his face was intense, focused; the game was on […]
- do you find muggles in the mug?
There are a number of reasons why I’m not super proud of having gone to Vassar however none of those reasons can eclipse this.
Mary Milan originally brought it to my attention a few weeks ago when she thumbed through a recent issue of the monthly almuni magazine but I must have blocked it out.
Seriously, if […]
- thanksgiving
We will be heading over to Mary Milan’s colleagues’ for Thanksgiving and for the second year in a row, I will not be in charge of the bird. Last year, we had the pleasure of having our bird cooked by the son of a turkey farmer. This year, we are looking forward to the culinary […]
