Q: What’s the difference between a new, large SUV and a T-shirt that reads: “Please validate me. I feel very small and weak.”
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Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity
My Tim Russert Eulogy
Sunday, June 15, 2008
(Posted at Salon.com, with respect to Bill Shakespeare.)
Friends! Americans! Salonistas!
We have come to bury Tim Russert, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones.
So let it be with Russert.
(Continued)
Quote of the Month
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity. –Christoper Morley
Pomegranates
Thursday, May 1, 2008
People read these pages and they write to me, wondering, “What do you have against the pomegranate?”
I tell them, as I have said before and will say again:
Pomegranates are an insidious alien spoor. Eat them at your own peril.
Mad Heat
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The heat was mad today. Suddenly summer is upon us like a beast. What happened to spring? Wednesay it was so cold I wore layers and still got a chill in Santa Monica. Then Thursday it was hot, the sun burning and ripping at the eyes. Friday reminded me that the desert is only a few miles away, the dry wind driving down the streets and around the corners, at one point so strong and hot I thought I could life my arms and float. This kind of heat draws madness out in folk. It’s like Uncle Millard used to say, “Sooners than laters somebody’s goin’ t git kilt.” Gangs of sullen weekend yard warlords cruised slowly down the streets reflecting the sun in rippling waves. There were no hookers out for their pleasure. You’d have to be a camel to walk the streets in this heat. When there’s no wind, there’s no end to it. The heat cling to the evening and lingers into the night. When it finally cools down it’s four a.m. and in just a couple hours the sun will be back again, chasing us through the mad streets as we dodge about our day.