Signs & Portents
Fame is a heady drug. So where are the girls and money already?
Monday Pack o’ Joe
What, you say Hallowe’en isn’t a national holiday? Well, it damn well should be!
Curse of the Fly
Our mail-in ballots arrived yesterday afternoon. I filled mine out this morning.
Mogul Down
We’re watching the virus run rampant in real time among the most closely-watched group of people in the world. If this doesn’t bring the threat home, what will?
Will You Shut Up, Man?
I didn’t think Biden should have agreed to debate Trump in the first place, knowing Trump would turn it into a shitshow, and didn’t want to watch. But I did, and Trump did, and that’s the last Trump/Biden debate that’ll darken my TV.
Increasingly Thinking I Picked the Wrong Century to Quit Drinking
Why is everything so goddamn hard? Fucking coronavirus. It’s easy to understand why so many people want to pretend it’s no longer a threat and get back to normal life.
Vermin Supreme
I caught a mouse last night.
And Mexico Will Pay for It
I’ve been reading a long profile of the late Toni Morrison in The New Yorker (“Ghosts in the House,” Oct 27, 2003). In it she recalled her family’s instinctive and deep-seated mistrust of white people. Morrison’s memory struck a chord, because I’ve only recently come to appreciate the extent to which I share it.