Fables of the Deconstruction
I don’t like crowds. I don’t think anybody does, really. That behavior isn’t natural.
It’s time to pull the plug. I know thinking about it is painful and there are moral arguments to be made, but it’s time to face facts. Prolonging this isn’t helping anyone.
Summary of My Discontent
Here’s a bit of shockingly good-ish news: Despite a mountain of evidence to the contrary, we are getting smarter.
The massive $4 billion Ohio River Bridges Project continues its tortoise-like pace with delays, setbacks and longer-than-expected implementation.
I am coming to the realization that my shirt might not be as bourbon stained as yours this Saturday. It seems I signed up for a graduate school program in Boston and forgot to read the fine print.
Stephanie Gorski wants to be my Facebook friend. Thing is, last time I talked to Stephanie Gorski I was 10 years old.
What’s childless, blind in one eye, smokes constantly, thinks truck-testicles are hysterical and is now going to tell you how to raise your kids? Yeah, it’s me.
A particular set of problems can emerge when you are a city whose national stock is based on a two-week span of debauchery and high-impact horseracing that begins in earnest with a prodigious