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I’d like to buy a response to global jihad

Pat Sajak spells it out: Is it just possible that there are those who are reluctant to criticize an act of terror [the murder of Theo Van Gogh] because that might somehow align them with President Bush, who stubbornly clings to the notion that these are evil people who need to be defeated? Could the [...]

Music News

Here’s an invite to any of my NY/NJ-based readers: Ari Scott, a delightful singer-songwriter (and former official pre-VM girlfriend), is releasing her new EP I Can Open My Eyes at The Bitter End (147 Bleeker St., NYC) tomorrow night (Tues., Nov. 30) at 9:30pm! Join me, the official VM girlfriend, and a bunch of our [...]

Whew!

Relatively uneventful Thanksgiving weekend. The official VM girlfriend cooked a fantastic meal for me, the official VM Mom and my college buddy Mark. There was duck, cornbread/chicken dressing, fig/zinfandel sauce, butternut squash soup, and a sweet potato pie to die for. And there were plenty of leftovers, as expected. The weekend/vacation was punctuated by a [...]

“Freedom’s Front Line”

Timothy Garton Ash–who wrote a pretty neat book about the East German surveillance file that was kept on him–has a great piece in the Guardian about the voter revolution in the Ukraine: Yet until Tuesday, many west Europeans probably did not even know that there was a presidential election going on in Ukraine. We were [...]

Aubernica

Pistons-Pacers, reimagined by Picasso. (thanks to Andrew Sullivan for the link)

My new psychic technique is unstoppable

To quote my own NBA preview: The Pacers believe they were one knee-tweak to Jermaine O’Neal away from getting to the Finals last year, which avoids the reality that Ron Artest is a freaking maniac whom David Stern would’ve given his left arm to keep out of the NBA’s biggest stage. And [Artest is] the [...]

Weather With You

A year ago today, I embarked on a 15-day trip to New Zealand (click over to the 11/03 and 12/03 archives for the wacky details). At the time, I was struggling pretty badly with a broken heart. During my two weeks on the other side of the planet, I discovered how the memory of joy [...]

Elementary

I think this whole blackmail plot about Gary Sheffield’s wife’s sex-tape with R. Kelly is made up. I mean, there’s no way the tape is real. Think about it: the tape was supposedly made 10 years ago, but Gary’s wife would’ve been older than 15 back then. QED.

I’m not fat, I’m just big skeletoned! How could you not read an article that includes the line: “Davis still believes in innovation. As one example, the company recently started making a folding coffin bed”? Coffins for fat people. From a company called Goliath Casket. I can’t make this stuff up.

Tom’s RhinoplastyI have a new favorite site.