Brainwashing myself

Pop Vulture

Realizing what I had done in choosing to write a column was like pulling over to throw up in a Wendy’s for dignity’s sake — only to wake 17 hours later having signed a contract for nine more weeks of throwing up in a Wendy’s.
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Thinker or tourist?

When the plan to visit Washington, D.C. this summer first materialized, red, white and blue flashed before my eyes before I could stop myself. What could be more American than the capital itself? I was one of the many clueless souls who thought that being there meant absolutely everything there
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