Fables of the Deconstruction

Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing/Breadcrumb Trail

In the dream, I was sent away from my home. I wasn’t wanted anymore. I wasn’t given the option to pack. The house disappeared as soon as I looked over my shoulder.

Keeping Up with the Jones

The secession of Louisville

Holy secession, Batman! Apparently, the U.S. is going to lose a few states — at least that’s what some Southerners would like to see.

Summary of My Discontent

Just another Christmas story

Santa Claus was a dick. Jesus, too. Those were Jasper’s views about Christmas in a nutshell. Frosty, Rudolph and Hermey the Dentist could all kiss Jasper’s ass. And God?

Raised Relief

‘I Love You Just The Way You Are’

Not just No. 1 in Kentucky, not just No. 1 in the Midwest or the South; Louisville, Ky. — our home — was elected the No. 1 travel destination in the United States of America. No.

Stop Calling Me Surly

Morbid milestones and magnificent memories

In the span of four months this past summer, five former neighbors of the 16-home block where I grew up in Barbourmeade died. Bryan Sumner, 83, of Cape Canaveral, Fla.

Fables of the Deconstruction


There’s a clearing out by the garden, just beyond the shed, that’s perfect for landing a sleigh, but I didn’t maintain it very well last year, so I spent the day of Christmas Eve

Summary of My Discontent

Monogamy in the lab

A study published Tuesday in the Journal of Neuroscience has uncovered a surprising new property of (the hormone) oxytocin, finding that when men in monogamous relationships got a sniff of th

Stop Calling Me Surly

Privacy in peril

If you’ve got a feeling that somebody’s watching you, the good news is that you’re not paranoid.

Fables of the Deconstruction

A lucky guy

My neighbor is banging on some piece of garbage in his backyard. He collects metal to sell for recycling.

Keeping Up with the Jones

Ten years of troublemaking with The Jones

"Think, and most about that which is most important: all the fools get lost because they do not think: they never see the half of things, and knowing neither their loss, nor their profit,