Journal

what is wrong with me? it’s 5 a.m. and i’m eating rice and beans. with this top-notch tomatillo salsa. i love food that looks like…

i’m sorry to end the week on a negative note, but as details of this enron scandal emerge it’s starting to make me feel ill.…

i felt the need to forward this. i hope that michael moore doesn’t mind… an open letter to george w. bush from michael moore dear…

my fear now is that the bush administration will do something to distract the public from the enron scandal. please mr. bush, you fucked up.…

ok, not anecdotes about playboy bunnies tonight. sorry. instead an anecdote/aphorism about the importance of dinner parties. a good dinner party with the right people…

now it’s just getting weird. it’s january, correct? and january in the northeast is traditionally a time of snow and ice and freezing rain, correct?…

sometimes life is so odd. i went out tonight and ran into hugh hefner and 9 members of his playboy entourage. and here’s the odd…

i’ve got nothing to say. really. the well is dry. the udders are dusty. the uterus of my mind is like a barren wasteland, replete…

every now and then you see the influence of the onion in the more established and conservative print media. for example, i stumbled

i have a little idea… and it’s a proposed solution to a couple of problems. problem 1-everyone hates waiting in line at government offices like…