If asked to draw up a dossier of America’s current psychic, mental and emotional well being based on random artifacts pulled from Ye Olde Pop Culture Grab Bag, my diagnosis would read:
Wednesday, Sept. 30, will mark one year since Louisville changed forever.
Fables of the Deconstruction
I’d like to open with a joke. You may have heard it before, but like “The Aristocrats,” the humor is all in the telling, and the timing seems right, so bear with me.
Summary of My Discontent
Now that Prius is the new Hummer and Qdoba is the new Vincenzo’s and going for a walk is the new seaside vacation, it’s nice to know the economy is stabilizing.
Yep, I’m Gay
I’m learning how to make lemonade. Again. A significant amount of lemons have recently fallen into my lap, and I want to find the best way to appreciate their sour before they mold.
President Obama lectured schoolchildren Tuesday about the importance of staying motivated in the face of so much distraction.
I’m sorry. I am sincerely proud of Louisville, but “Possibility City”? It’s just not true.
A raised relief map presents topography and contour in three dimensions.
My friend and fellow bicycle advocate Jackie Green makes good sense sometimes. Unfortunately, he also sometimes shreds logic in service of far-fetched ideas.