Frankly, I can’t believe the amount of mileage Party City is getting out of its license for Lou Bega’s “Mambo No. 5.” Can’t we just be done with this song?
Hitch and Funny Women
Wherein I chronicle Hitch’s difficult relationship with funny women. At Hitchens’ Footprints. I happen to be married to a particularly funny women, and CH got it exactly wrong.
Hitchens Versus Verso
There was a point in time when I considered that a book contract was probably a better bet for me than graduate school. (How quaint and funny that time was.) I looked up to Verso because of their relationship with CH, and have actually thought about them since as possibly being a good venue for …
From the Twitters
I cut into a mango and its fragrance hit me: a jungle redolent with sweet rhythm and baby sloth kisses. This is gonna be a good smoothie. The above is just a smear–an appitizer–compared to the full entree that is following me on Twitter.
Hudson Valley
My wife and I have been enthralled with our trips into the Hudson Valley, and lo and behold: the NYT is ON IT. I feel like I mostly make travel decisions based on where I can visit wearing my Ray-Bans without getting funny looks.
The Worm(s) in North Korea, Continued
Well, well, well. It seems Dennis Rodman is even more of the diplomat than anyone expected. I’ve written a bit more on this fresh hell these new developments over at Hitchens’ Footprints.
Mortality, In Pictures
With quite some difficulty, I’ve written a sort of photo-essay about Hitch’s battle with cancer at Hitchens’ Footprints. Searching for the photos to comprise the post made me re-address the sickening feeling that someone I care about (however abstractly) is feeling themselves erode and expire while still alive. Jacob Bernstein wrote movingly about this in …