Hollywood Pigeons to Be Put on the Pill, Wired, July 30, 2007
It's not a quick fix, but it's a novel idea.
Monday, July 30, 2007
That Is So L.A.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I Love Drunk People
This may well be a regular feature!
First drunken frat boy: "Nah, man, I'm asexual."
Second drunken frat boy: "You have sex with yourself?"
Friday, July 20, 2007
In Defense of Comedy
This is a really wonderful, albeit really long, essay about why "great" novels simply aren't funny anymore. I recommend it to any and all writers.
'Divine Comedy' by Julian Gough, Prospect Magazine, May 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Yeah, I'm Back... Ish
I've decided I really need to not neglect Jilletante, especially after telling folks at BlogPhiladelphia that it existed. So I'm going to try my damndest for more regular updates. Look! There's one below! (And hopefully, one more later today about the weird-ass dream I had.)
"They Gave the Stickiness Away"
Sometimes, my state kind of embarrasses me.
Abstinence Education Faces an Uncertain Future, New York Times, July 18, 2007
Do I think teens should be encouraged to be abstinent? Yes. However, I also think they should be educated and able to make informed decisions. Telling a teen that sex is evil or unholy outside of the marriage isn't the way to promote abstinence. It's just the way to make sure that when they do eventually have sex, they're exposing themselves to pain, social diseases, pregnancy, and a lot of emotional baggage. These are the same people who grow up thinking that you can't get AIDS if you're straight and white. Yeah. Fucking. Right.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Ah, Technology!
This column cracked me up.
'omg my mom joined facebook!!' New York Times, June 7, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Rest in Pieces, Jerry
I was very tired when I wrote this as a Return to Sender column for Phillyist. It's a little disjointed and not particularly relevant, which is why we decided not to run it. But here it is, with all its contradictions, right after the jump.
Yeah, yeah. Respect for the dead. Yada, yada.
I was just browsing the internet and I found this entry on the Huffington Post blog. Basically, it's a compilation of some, but clearly not all, of the lovely things you said over the years. The Antichrist is a Jew? MLK was insincere? Desmond Tutu is a phony? You were too kind!
With all due respect, sir, I hope you're finding your special place in Hell comfortable. I hear it's lovely this time of year.
Sure, there are plenty of people with nice things to say about you in the week since your passing. I am not one of them.
However, I'm not going to reach into your bag of dirty tricks. I'm not going to say that you were the ruination of the country, although the hundreds of thousands of people who think like you frighten me. When you were still alive, I never wished for your eternal damnation. When I say that I hope you're enjoying Hell I say it, not because I wish to send you there (I'm Jewish, so I don't really believe Hell exists), but because I cannot, for the life of me, think of one good reason that a man so full of hate as you were in life deserves anything better than that in death.
My only wish is that, after some time spent down there, you'd be able to see your wrongs, and come back to tell the world about them. Unfortunately, we all know that that will never be. So at the very least, I hope you soon find yourself being joined by the others whose minds you poisoned against their fellow man.
There is no room in this world for your kind of hate, Jerry. There are bigger--much bigger--battles to be won. But I do hope that you've found room in the next.
Image via New Paltz Journal.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
To Quote Veruca Salt...
"Don't care how, I want it now!"
"Beam It Down From the Web, Scotty," New York Times, May 7, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
This Makes My Inner Sadist Happy
"Fire Ants May Have Met Their Match," CNN.com, May 7, 2007.
Growing up in West Texas, I've stepped barefoot on many a fire ant colony. And let me tell you, few things that I've experienced in life are more painful. So the possible erradication of fire ants has me near-gleeful.
I Really Am Unemployed
I've just spent the last two hours watching Maury and Springer. I can feel my brain melting.
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