You know what was great about college? You could eat crap 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and somehow it was ok. It’s like between the ages of 18 and 22, you’re immune to the horrible consumptive diseases and palsies that would befall all others with such poor diet, sleep deprivation, and alcohol intake. I remember one particular night sophomore ( Read more... )

I would, just once, like to see Jack Bauer take out a neatly wrapped peanut butter sandwich and nibble gingerly at some lunch while he’s saving the world.

Current Reading: Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre

I really hope Jennifer Hudson doesn’t win the Best Supporting Actress prize at the Academy Awards. I saw “Dream Girls,” and every time she sang, I wanted a sniper to pick her off with a tidy shot to the head. The movie is constantly trying to point out how much better Hudson’s voice is than Beyonce’s, but to me it was relentless and painful like ( Read more... )

Two very different books, both very bad indeed ( Read more... )

Today my mom and I watched “The Illusionist.” My mom tried to tell me that Edward Norton was dead. While I vehemently denied that this could be true, citing that the movie had just come out this year (well, 2006) and that certainly I would have heard if such a noteworthy actor died, my mother argued that it “happened recently” and that I “never ( Read more... )

*I bought new socks. It’s unexciting. It’s thankless (how often are you seen in stocking-feet?). And that’s why this otherwise fashion-minded writer has been wearing the same socks since probably the first two years of college. They are getting a bit threadbare and faded, y’all. Because socks are an essential item for northern winters, I ( Read more... )

*I finally found all of my long lost yarn and knitting needles. They were all in a bag labeled “knitting supplies,” surprisingly enough. I was worried that I wouldn’t remember my long unused skills, but apparently knitting and crocheting are like riding a bike. Maybe more like riding a bike drunk, because my first attempts were kind of slow and ( Read more... )

As an avid reader, Barnes & Noble is one of my favorite places and usually I could wile away a whole evening there. The other night I was sorely disappointed in everything from the ambiance and clientele to the selection of books. What I encountered ( Read more... )

Black man, if you’ve admittedly shot the sheriff, you should probably be running for your life. I wouldn’t hang around mincing words about who killed the Deputy, whether you did it or not. They’re gonna pin that one on you, too. And even if the crazed mob of white men knows you had nothing to do with the Deputy’s downfall, it won't stop them. ( Read more... )

Dear Aids at Epoch Senior Center ( Read more... )