Neo-Con Man Vs. Paleo-Con Man

This week’s New York Times Sunday magazine packs an interesting one-two punch. In the opinion slot, David Rieff argued a new facet of an old premise–that President Bush’s approach to liberating the world is not necessarily seen that way on the receiving end. Rieff said what many people have been thinking for some time–that the … Read more

Get me a shovel, please

Brown: Horseshit in New Orleans Would Bush have reacted to the disaster in New Orleans faster if someone had told him Terry Schiavo was there? Have you considered that the New Orleans disaster may be politically good for Bush? Besides killing off thousands of Democrats, it took the news eye off a few embarrassments undeniably … Read more

You Call This A Beach?

The future is stupid. —Jenny Holzer I have always been clueless, but I am discovering that my cluelessness is constantly extending itself into entirely new continents of ignorance, and even moving resolutely like a glacier over existing continents in my skull that were once green-swept and shot through with sunlight. I guess I could choose … Read more

Shame, Shame, Shame

I recognize that it’s likely ridiculous to hope for anything resembling consistency from the Twins at this point, but that doesn’t, of course, stop me from hoping all the same. And that –the continued, irrational investment of hope– is what makes a game like yesterday’s so damn frustrating. The two steps forward, five steps back … Read more

Okay, So Now It's Come To This

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

SCIENCE!

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

Sir Lance A Lot

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