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Raised Relief

I said, ‘Hey, what is going on?’

I may never fully recover from the psychic trauma visited on me by the insufferably zany be-dreadlocked band 4-Non-Blondes and their all-too-memorable charting single “What’s Up?”

Stop Calling Me Surly

Thinking of Abramoff

If Mitch McConnell is the mother of all madams in the whorehouse that is Congress, Jack Abramoff was the godfather among lobbyists.

Guest Commentary

Remembering Rachael Kamuf

This column is being written in the most meticulous manner. Every punctuation mark will be appropriate and essential. The syntax will be accessible and understated.

Guest Commentary

Rachael Kamuf: A great journalist, mentor and friend

When I started my first internship, the editor of the weekly Louisville Eccentric Observer took me to meet someone who seemed like the scariest editor in journalism.

Fables of the Deconstruction

Fix it

I recently realized that I have spent a significant percentage of my life talking to myself (metaphorically, of course … I’m not crazy!), so I thought I’d take this opportunity,

Summary of My Discontent

This is going to be your year

You will finally understand the hash tag. You will get the tennis shoes, Xbox, phone, automobile or dentures that will catch you up among your peers. You will fall in love.

Raised Relief

The unbearable lateness of being

Remember when “multi-tasking” actually meant something? Me neither.

Stop Calling Me Surly

Williams’ momentous moment

The State Capitol stage is set for a historic, breathtaking, improvisational suspense: When the curtain rises on the 2012 regular session of the Kentucky General Assembly on Jan.

Fables of the Deconstruction

The longest night

Christmas always makes me think of zombies. I stopped going to shopping malls years ago, but I started going back, once a year, so my son could have his picture taken with Santa Claus.

Keeping Up with the Jones

The 2011 Jones Awards

I was going to call these the first annual “LEO Jones Awards,” but my editor would probably say, “Uh, we have NOTHING to do with this madness! The Jones is insane!