Loss, sorrow, and the small details

For all the cheerful chatter about objects that fill the world and the pleasures (great and small) that fill our lives, the facts of fragility and transience remain; all the lists we can make and fill and all the bunkers we can build and all the sizzling neural bundles we can muster will put those reliable nonfictions to flight only for a moment...


Truly, we live in a golden age

Please ignore my previous mutterings about why I'd want to horse around with my microwave or the robovacuum--I have proof that Bluetooth is good for something after all!


And I’ll probably feel a whole lot better….

It's probably normal to be concerned that one is spending time and effort in the presence of important events and providing nothing but entertaining distractions...


Well said, Mr. Gopnik

There's a readerly equivalent to hearing that absolutely godlike bit of a pop song: the well-turned phrase that says something with greater precision than you yourself could manage, but manages to do so in a way that doesn't leave you feeling stupid and inarticulate...


(Un)conventional mediatic incursions

Every citizen who hates America is supposed to be watching the current Republican Potemkin village of a convention, whereby we are assured that the party is in the hands of moderate Republicans and compassionate conservatives...


Mozillas in the myst

Beyond the embarrassing confession that I don't own a Playstation or Gamecube or even an Atari, there's the issue of me and splatter gaming in general...


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