Am sitting in Panera, enviously watching guys with cleanly shaved necks pass by one by one. I struggle terribly with my neck. I shave my own head, let it grow, shave it, let it grow. But when I let it go, I forget to occasionally taper the neck. So I’m
Don’t know if anyone here has seen this, but Sarah “The Fucking Idiot Who I Swore I’d Never Mention—But I Can’t Help Myself” Palin says if she runs for president, she’ll never—never!—speak with Katie Couric. From Sarah: “As for doing an interview, though, with a reporter who already has such
My daughter Casey is a 7-year-old second grader. She has a nice life—takes piano and ballet, goes on a ton o’ play-dates, never has to worry about not having food on the table or goodies on her birthday. She’s a great kid, and I’m extremely proud of her. Extremely. Last
People can make a difference, even if it’s a relatively meaningless one. Yesterday morning I wrote a blog post about the crack den couch here at Cosi. Then I sent a link to the post to Cosi’s customer service department. Today I’m walking into Cosi and I see the manager
New movie coming out on Thursday. It’s called Burlesque, and it stars Christina Aguilera and Cher. I’m predicting the bomb of the year. This is just a guess, but when whatever studio signed Aguilera to star in her first motion picture, I’m guessing they weren’t thinking she’d be coming off
I spend many of my days writing in a Cosi in New York’s Westchester County. The store has wonderful employees, solid food (the bread’s too salty—but salty bread is Cosi’s trademark), OK music, loyal customers. And a crack den couch. Seriously, it’s amazing. Over the past year I’ve seen this
In my life, I have only posed once for a photograph with a cheerleader. In was in 1990, when I was 18 and covering a high school cheerleading camp for my local paper, The Putnam Trader. One of the instructors was Tammy Fitzsimmons, a University of Texas cheerleader. A photographer
Received this today from someone named Derek. As an ugly, balding, talent-deprived writer whose face is an example of a “genetic disorder that borders on the Hapsburgs Empire,” (admittedly, a great line), I cry, “Guilty!” to all charges. I actually thought the e-mail was insanely well-written, and the point is
Took a 4 1/2-mile run tonight. Left the house at about 10:15. came back, oh, 38 minutes later. It was dark and crisp and breezy, and upon reaching my yard I walked over to the hammock and plopped myself down. It was spectacular. The sky was littered with stars. The