I accidentally deleted all my email this weekend. I think I know what happened. I’m such a goddamned minimalist that the lifestyle caught up with me. And when I say lifestyle, I mean neurosis. Anything that sits in my garage for six month without being used is unnecessary, I reason. Same with my closets: …
And the Lord said, “I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.” — Genesis 6:7
If complaining is an art, I am Picasso. If it’s bullshittery, I am Ferdinand. So please excuse my latest deposit, whatever its contents. I can’t help myself. But why the oxygen-depleted approach to Hurricane Harvey when it comes to a connection with global warming? Has this somehow become a political issue, too? Last night, …
Don’t take this the wrong way (Don’t you love sentences that start that way? They state something that’s already pre-ordained: “Don’t take this the wrong way” means “You’re about to take this the wrong way;” “Nothing personal” means “You are about to hear something personal;” “No offense” means “You are about to be offended;” …
I’ve resigned myself to some things I will never fully fathom: the electoral college; women; Pokemon GO (a videogame that requires you to go outside and walk? That’s the opposite purpose of itself. That’s like a treadmill-powered Twinkie dispenser.). But I’m having real trouble with this concept, which I guess is more a question: …
Enough. Enough with the attempts to define news. Enough with the mock outrage over a lack of objectivity. Enough with pretending that “social” media is somehow different from its “mainstream” sibling. It isn’t. Make no mistake: They are siblings, if not identical twins. That we in the ancient media of print and television ever …
As a lifelong reporter, my father lived in notepads. All journalists do. Dad, however, did some serious scribbling. You wouldn’t say he took copious notes because that would be a disservice to dad and the word. It doesn’t come close to dad’s style. He must have had thousands of notebooks. He kept every one. …
That Donald Trump pulled the U.S. from the Paris global warming accord was as inevitable as the rising sea. What is surprising is the rationale that punctuated the withdrawal — and that we in the press let it pass for logic. We would expect the right to applaud it. …
The Hollywood Bowles 