Maybe it’s finally time that we all relaxed, kicked back, and found this sorry, sweet-and-sour spectacle of a season as amusing as it really is. Because it truly can’t get any funnier than what we saw tonight. It’s not likely, in fact, that we’ll ever see anything quite like it again: a walk-off victory that … Read more
Before The Merciful Intervention Of Medical Professionals: And, Miraculously, After: Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better, which cannot, unfortunately, be said of this world. Give something away. Some thing, or some part of yourself. Take a moment and try seriously to imagine yourself in the soggy or non-existent shoes of those … Read more
The Twins, friends, are boring. We must not say so.
I think I admirably avoided ranting about this year’s main event, dropping only a single Lance Armstrong-inspired metaphor a few weeks back. For this, I have been congratulated for “keeping my Lance in my pants” by a certain fellow who ought not to be pointing because there are three fingers pointing back at him. (I’m … Read more
Katrina started the party a little early this year Random musings today. There’s a photo on the front page of the NY Times this morning of a woman pouring water into a dish for her dog as a body floats in the water not twenty feet away. The damage to our country from this storm, … Read more
I apologize for my unexcused absence, my silence, my disappearing act. It’s been a long, weird summer, and the weirdness of my neurological life has been disturbingly mirrored by what’s happened to the Minnesota Twins. I can’t begin to explain any of the weirdness, can barely even be bothered to try anymore. I think it’s … Read more
Somehow, I managed to avoid most of the television coverage of Katrina until last night, when I stuck on CNN for a while. As has been repeated ad nauseum, the tragedy beggars the imagination, but that of course wont stop most major news outlets from giving it the old college try, after this short break. … Read more
As promised, though overdue– our assessment of the “controversial” All-Target issue of the New Yorker: Big deal. No, that’s not exactly right. In fact, we’d like to see more of this sort of thing. Given the economy of the last four years, no one deserves a vacation more than magazine ad sales executives, and we … Read more
It was a surprise to come back from vacation to hear that Village Voice and New Times may be well on the way to a merger. You may remember as I do that it was someone’s unenviable job to make Village Voice Media properties profitable enough to justify the significant investment it had required by … Read more
I broke my brain. I’m not shitting you. It was joggled around in some giant, anonymous pair of hands and tossed end-over-end, without hope or desperation, down a scarred velvet table in a dark and nearly empty casino. Have you ever felt like a moth that has been pinned to a post and is … Read more