Carmel-by-the-sea is a little seaside town that appears to consist entirely of quaint little shops that sell very, very expensive things. Every third storefront is an art gallery: abstract sculpture emporiums crammed cheek-by-jowl against purveyors of modernist watercolors, or wedged between elaborate rug/tapestry vendors. Lots of quaint restaurants too, with European names that start with [...]
There isn’t much to say about Yosemite that hasn’t been said a thousand times before. You drive into the park and wind down narrow tortuous roads into a valley. You park. You get out of your car, and fuss with your luggage, and slam the trunk, and look up, and see that you’re in a [...]
I am standing under a jet of cold water, staring blearily at nothing, trying to herd my senses into some semblance of order. My body is in full revolt. Do you know what time it is? it says, incredulous. Mmmphhhh, I say, because my speech centers have yet to come online. Two thirty. It’s two [...]
In 1971, Ray Tomlinson, the inventor of email, sat down and tapped out what would go down in history as the first email message ever sent. It went something like this: QWERTYUIOP. As it turns out, this profoundly uninteresting missive did not have a great distance to travel: only as far as the other computer [...]
I’m trying to think of something tasteful and appropriate to write on this card, which will soon be affixed to a wedding gift I’m sending to one of my best friends. Of course, it’s not just for him, it’s for him and his lovely bride-to-be. So I have to be careful about what I write. [...]
This just absolutely fucking kills me. I switched parties so I could vote for McCain in the primaries in 2000. I became a Republican for this guy. I disagreed with him more than I agreed with him, but I thought he was gutsy and principled and smart and genuinely honest. And I suppose I still [...]
This weekend, for the second time in our almost-decade of marriage, my wife convinced me to go to a salon-type establishment to get my hair cut. I usually go to the Hair Slaughtery near our house, where Priscilla shears me quickly and competently with the ruthless efficiency of an inveterate hater-of-hair. It looks fine afterwards [...]
Thom Yorke on the lyrics for “We Suck Young Blood”, which he wrote while Radiohead was recording Hail to the Thief in Los Angeles: It’s got a sex thing about it — sex being a form of currency in Hollywood. There’s a malignant quality to it — a dark force devouring everything in its path. [...]
There was a tree of hands. It stood outside of Sally’s house in the harrowing heat of July, and its leaves were hands. All manner of hands. Pink and fat, brown and cracked, fine and alabaster white. Calloused hands, clawed angry hands, long and lithe hands. And when the wind blew, the hands fluttered together. [...]
A rare moment of complete honesty from George W Bush: Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we. Maybe Kerry really should step back and just let this guy implode.
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