Hospital 101

While we're at it, why not?
This guy can write. I hope he lives.

Even the light slanting in through the windows seems wan, drained of all radiance, as if it had undergone a bloodletting measured in lumens. 

Journalism 101

All the Very Serious People probably know who Moe Tkacik is, but I didn't until I ran across a link to her scathing piece about The Atlantic inside a Metafilter comment.
As a friend once said about me (not my writing), "difficult but worth it." (Thanks, friend. I cherish that.)
But back to Moe.

I did not really identify with the cool-hunting, brand-building, sneaker-collecting generation of professional consumers I worked over for trend-story ideas, but neither did my colleagues in the bureau seem to identify with the megalomaniacal talent agents and casino magnates or the disgruntled aerospace engineers and short sellers they talked to all day.

My Penguin, My Love

I know it's so 2005 or something but still, I'd like to wake up to this face every day. I would be laughing every morning. And stinking of fish.

I Am Incognito

UPDATE: Facebook friends to the rescue. I have never been exactly what you'd call grateful for FB before. It's an odd feeling.

I have screwed up my email and can't seem to access my gmail account either. Aargh! I think I will have to pay for help. F****!

'Bugs Bunny Is My Muse'

As good as any, Billy.