“Like it or not, addicts say, they have fewer and fewer choices in buying drugs.”
That’s a throwaway line in a recent Vanity Fair feature, one that has had a fair amount of play in the blogosphere.
I lied. That’s not actually the true quote. The truth is:
“Like it or not, farmers say,...
I've been reading Grant McCracken’s blog for a while now, and enjoying his posts without quite feeling the need to point anyone else at them. But this is a beaut, and not just because I feel it strongly myself.
Paul Allen, the Microsoft cofounder, has a yacht that is 416 feet long. It cost some...
How does a tick know when it has reached the back of my dog's neck?
The best suggestion yet, from my friend Massimo, is that ticks feed on arterial blood and they use some sort of heat-seaking mechanism to go where the vessels are nearest the surface. Plausible, but I don’t buy it. Not yet. Not...
This post is number 41 in a series.
Blue Girl breaks new ground by embedding a video in a 50 x 100 x 50 post. Just don’t watch it, unless you like being manipulated into an eye-blinking, lump-throated slump. I like to think that my own paltry genre-extension -- doubling up on words after I’d m...
This post is numbers 39 & 40 in a series.
”It’s terrible. It’s not even good.”
“Well you can just go fuck yourself.”
“I love that woman, I just can’t help it.”
“I’m deleting this. You’re OK with that?”
“You don’t need more wine. You need a sausage.”
“Dude, what did you just throw at me?...
