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Who wears it best: genre grit or Soho chic?
Many famous names have occupied The Osborne over the decades.
CrossFit is essential to de-radicalize oneself in this era of mindless hatred.
No—simple allergies. But draining and dispiriting nonetheless…
Wandering around via the Columbus Circle train station.
A life in print and type.
Sixth got no respect above Central Park, either…
So many failed plans.
Tim Maughan's Infinite Detail is interesting conceptually, but ultimately not engaging.
There are very few plants here. Pecos seems Amazonian compared to this moonscape.
Another renaissance in Brooklyn.
Maybe there’s someone waiting to hear from me again. I’m going to start making a list right now while I still have the chance.
Not every answer is on Amazon.
Paleocon Diary (#176)
The prison system abuses trans women of color.
Food goes in mouth.
The messenger is a witless errand boy.
A life spent in the trenches, selling “pieces” and “deep dives.”
A cartoon you’ll never see.
A beachcombing controversy.
He was a rock & roll god of the blues and beyond.
Writing and recording poems every week for a newborn daughter.
Dad was a humble giant, at least to his five sons.
I’m an old cowhand.
As a teenager, I was a walking zit.
The brilliant Absolut Vodka advertising hustle of the late-1980s.
I don’t scream for ice cream.
American social polarization is exaggerated.
Ninety-Nine percent of baseball fans don’t care if a free agent inks deal for $100 or $140 million.
Black eyes are going around like the flu.
