2010
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Rogaine team name needed
Next weekend I’m competing in the U.S. Rogaining Championship near Watkins Glen, New York. My teammate is an IT guy from Cornell whom I have yet to meet in person, though we’ve talked on the phone quite a bit. He’s left the naming of the team up to me. The team name is all but […]
Barbers I Have Known
A friend, having returned from the hairdresser, told me, “You’re lucky you’re a boy. You can get your hair done in five minutes for five bucks.” True enough. But it’s not to say that a special bond can’t develop between a boy and his barber. The shop itself is a special world of masculinity, celebrated […]
I Imagine a NY Times Article
Fifty-seven minutes ago, the New York Times posted this Facebook status update: Sonia Sotomayor. John McCain. Patti Smith. Michelle Obama. Glenn Beck. Meryl Streep. John Grisham. Rachel Maddow. Read excerpts from their commencement speeches to the graduates of 2010. I have imagined what these excerpts might be. SONIA SOTOMAYOR: “You call THAT a gown?” JOHN […]
Salt in Wound Sports
The announcers keep talking about what a good job the Celtic defense is doing on Kobe. I don’t think that’s what’s happening. The Lakers don’t have a starting point guard who can handle Rondo’s speed, so Kobe has to do it. He is hobbling by the fourth quarter and has nothing left on offense. I’m […]
Emails Found on my Old Computer, Episode #2
11/30/01 2:33 a.m. SUBJECT: holy fucking shit you can pick up women at [local bar] the Far Side? i can pick up women at the PATH station! i went to “Max Fish” on Ludlow to celebrate the birthday of [freelancer] Jill, who botched a story for me and she’s so hot that i don’t care. […]
Give It Up, Senator!
It appears that John McCain has entered yet another election, this time under a false name that he feels will “really speak to the young people.”
Boxing Day
If it was good enough for Joyce Carol Oates, it was good enough for me. I bought tickets to the Cotto-Foreman fight at Yankee Stadium. I certainly can’t say I’ve followed boxing very closely over the years. Sure, as a kid, I was fascinated by the past-his-prime Muhammad Ali. I remember being genuinely nervous between […]
Taking a Powder
I’ve traditionally had a dim view of any athlete caught using performance-enhancing drugs. But I suppose I can no longer pooh-pooh the “a friend gave it to me, I didn’t know what it was” excuse. No, not after last night’s spinning class. There I was, in the back row of the darkened room. We were […]
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