Wait’ll next year

If you lose 12 out of your last 17 games, you don’t deserve to keep playing. This must be how Ralph Branca felt, or maybe these guys: [Read more...]

Lying liars

Teresa Nielsen Hayden has a long post about “Lying in the name of God, surveying several instances of scholars who were misrepresented in sleazy, dishonest “creationist” DVDs. You should go read the whole thing (and, as always over there at Making Light, you should read all the comments as well). Realizing that “go read the [Read More...]

Your lying eyes

See, this really isn’t that complicated. If you told me your life story and I responded that you really didn’t understand what you were talking about as well as I did, you would (rightly) think I was an idiot. But for some reason, sportswriters are eager to exhibit exactly this idiocy whenever some black athlete [Read More...]

The Question and The Column

It happens every spring. And every summer, fall and winter. Some black athlete accidentally gives an honest and accurate answer to The Question, and then it’s off to the races. The Question in question, which gets asked on an almost daily basis, is some variation of “How is your experience different from that of a [Read More...]

Hijack this thread

When I worked in the bookstore, we played this long-running game with book titles. The game, which was shamefully juvenile but endlessly amusing, was simply to add the phrase “in my pants” to the title of any book. (Similar to Demetri Martin’s observation that anything you say sounds sleazy if you just add the word [Read More...]

O.J.!

O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! … Hey, wait, isn’t there a war going on? … O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! O.J.! … [Read More...]

This is the nitty gritty

Finally getting around to reading some of those articles that have been lying around for months … Like this, for instance, by John Seabrook in The New Yorker on the Antikythera Mechanism, which I got halfway through before I was finally convinced it wasn’t just some elaborate hoax, like the archaeological equivalent of Sidd Finch. [Read More...]

Nothing is cool

Huzzah! * * * * * * * * * Last week, Little Steven read Al Aronowitz’s “August Blues”: August is the month when wars start. It’s when the water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fist [Read More...]


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