The long-awaited trip to Colorado finally arrives this week, and with it the chance to see our favorite state and front-runner in the retirement sweepstakes (should IP and I get to retire, that is). Not only will we look appropriately smashing at the wedding and the dinner the night before, but we will approach the [...]
I saw the slogan “Get Your Red On” today while heading home. It was an advertisement at a Metro station for the Washington Nationals, who I gather (from blog outrage and playoff absences) stink even more than the Detroit Tigers. Hard to believe for someone who saw the Tigers decline from 1985 until [...]
Not too long after I finished reading Writing Ann Arbor: A Literary Anthology, the University of Michigan began contacting me for money. Given that the book was edited by a University professor (who was also my professor for a brief period of time), the conspiracy theorist in me believes that a microchip embedded in the book recorded [...]
I wrote most of this about a year ago.
And:
It should go without saying, but Dorkus and mathgeek—you show this to the parents and you are no longer welcome in the nation’s capital on my dime. Just sayin’.
Sometimes, when the mood is right and she’s feeling maudlin, my mother will ask all of her children [...]
Yesterday, as I was waiting for the Metro at Silver Spring at the godforsaken hour of 6am (I really can’t believe I’m saying that—I used to run six miles at that hour, now it’s all I can do to manage three miles at 6pm), I happened to look over to a brightly lit entrance to [...]
Life has been crazy lately, thanks in no small part to crazy-ass people. Recovery has been minimal, and the weekend was not enough; I was shorted one hour of my life three weeks too early, and I want it back, Ed Markey! Add tomorrow’s fun-filled event in which I was almost roped into [...]
So far, Writing Ann Arbor: An Anthology has been less about Ann Arbor and more about the University of Michigan. It’s safe to say that, without the university, Ann Arbor would be much like Saline or Dexter or Milan in Michigan—small, quiet, far enough away from Detroit to not take on the city’s browbeaten [...]
I have now brought up my reading list to three books, which is still pitiful considering I don’t do much at all save for stare into space and read TMZ.com on weekends. Weekdays when I’m not working out are somewhat rare—sure, I’m not working out, but I’m usually not home, either.
So you may colored me [...]
