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Emotional Weather Report

The strung out ones and worse

It was the spring of 2005. I was getting ready to go into work and help Harold clean out Twice Told Books and move furniture into his new house.

Fables of the Deconstruction

Tell me it isn’t true

Shortly before he moved to Vail, Colo., with his wife Tracy, 14 or 15 years ago (or was it 10?), my friend Mark G. invited me over for dinner.

Summary of My Discontent

The leaked arena memo

Confidential memo from the Arena Authority chairman to its board of directors

Don't Ask, I'm Telling

When it gets dark, Thunder rolls

The way I see it, sexuality in general is a lot like Thunder Over Louisville.

Keeping Up with the Jones

Threat of Tea Partiers and friends

Any honest dialogue reveals not only a seedy history of American social and political racial reactionary behavior, but also an uneasy present that should give thinking people pause.

Raised Relief

Doubled over

Gentle Reader, I’m concerned my constant prattling about “The Culture of Excess” and “Conspicuous Consumption” may ultimately lead to a decline in interest on your beh

Editor’s Note

With friends like these ...

I recently unfriended my first Facebook “friend,” and it was truly liberating. In fact, the only shame stems from the fact that it took so long.

Fables of the Deconstruction

Gimme some truth

I recently ran across a copy of “Love All the People: The Essential Bill Hicks,” a collection of articles and profiles that I hadn’t seen, as well as transcriptions of what seems

Summary of My Discontent

First world diary

Day One: We’ve arrived in the United States on our mission trip. We are in a state called Kentucky in a village called Louisville. It is a land of plenty.

Don't Ask, I'm Telling

Guess who’s not coming to dinner

Nothing reminds me of the important stuff in life quite like a funeral. Last week, the father of a friend passed away.