We buy a lot of stuff, but we don’t really need it.
Jackie Robinson to Malcolm X.
A short story for a generation of people with non-existent attention spans.
Hue and cry over “Civic Virtue” sculpture.
An investigative report on my childhood obsession with using styling gel to slick back my hair.
Ryan Heshka's Mean Girls Club: Pink Dawn and Crumb's legacy.
Rooster walks through gales with his new friend from overseas.
Bay Ridge to Queens.
Trying to get used to Fresno, CA.
Rooster works on a new book and steals dip from a gas station.
Back when I taught history, I never had any idea where or when to start.
Yet he’s almost great.
Paleocon Diary (#115).
Our hands are too busy doing other things.
Eating life like a breakfast cereal. Take it away, maestro!
Du Bois in his literary mode is a mixed bag, at best.
One of the hazards of everyday life is dealing with pettifoggery.
In retrospect, it feels like a dream.
Paleocon Diary (#114).
Nothing like eggs with a side of paranoia.
Once more, my novel that isn’t done.
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.
Eatin’ a lot of peaches.
Peggy Noonan says it takes a grandparent to bring back American civility. Say what?
Picking and choosing reading material that doesn’t make you ill.
Talk to yourself, not Trump.