I was just over at www.theglenlivet.com, signing up to join The Glenlivet Society. I've joined a few of these single-malt scotch societies online—which, honestly, are nothing more than fancy marketing campaigns—but the cool thing about this one is that as a member you
An Alert Reader sends these Christian dating tips my way: Dating to Save: 10 Dating Tips I don't know about you, but #1 would sound like a come-on to me and make me hot, but the date would end at #2. Now, the Koran—that might keep
I'm listening to the very first Olivia Tremor Control album, Music from the Unrealized Film Script, Dusk at Cubist Castle, for the very first time, and I think I have a new favorite album for the time being....
I'm not sure how I missed this two issues ago in Locus, but Rich Horton, never a big fan of my stuff in the past, said this about Electric Velocipede #6 in his July short fiction review column: The Spring Electric Velocipede is very impressive. This is the
Just listening to Joe Jackson's Blaze of Glory, and a bridge lyric that was begging to be repeated leapt out at me: Now who wants to be just a bug that they trample You see what has happened, of course 'Cause instead of using the force of
I made it to my 20-year high school reunion and back in one piece. I was quite nervous going in, with my little speech clutched in one sweaty hand and █████'s hand in the other, but almost immediately I started running into perfectly delightful people I hadn'
"Do you also—?" On second thought, never mind.
"When you go home tonight, don't get high! Don't get high when you go home tonight! When you go home tonight, don't you get high! Read the Bi-i-i-ble instead!" Um, I'm sorry—are those my only two
I just wanted to congratulate you on an amazing performance. How you always managed to step to the side the moment I tried to get around you—positively telepathic. And let's not forget the sudden stop right at the narrow passage between two other shoppers. I came within
Who approved this decision about removing the entire music section from the Borders at Kips Bay without consulting me? What—you think I can take time at lunch to walk all the way over there just to look at books? Please, let's get our chain of command right
"...It just gets under my skin. I'm not cold. What's wrong with me that I need everyone to like me? I need therapy. Well, you're the only one I can talk to about it. Yes, so he was sending me these mash notes
Sometimes it seems like Queens is paved with chicken bones. You don't realize this until you acquire a chicken-bone detector on legs, but they're everywhere. The other day Ella hit a jackpot one better, though. She was walking with █████ and found a whole pile of
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