After a particularly rowdy moment near the end of the Q&A, Mr. Bridges...– The Dude still abides
My father taught at a university, and so I... →
Q&A With a Male Nurse
Recorded winter 2010. Incomplete transcript rediscovered late in the evening of August 9, 2011. Pop Sins: How are you? Nurse: I’m sore. PS: Why are you sore? N: I did compressions today on someone who hung himself. PS: Oh my god. N: Yeah. And now I need a massage. PS: What happened? N: I just told you. The patient hung himself. PS: Like, just right there in the hospital room?...
Mark Sanford Is Still Hiking the Appalachian Trail
“I would say that I have more than well described all of my emotions and feelings toward Maria. And out of fairness to my boys and to folks that I’ve hurt, I’m not going to say more than this: any of those seemingly goofy feelings that I described a couple years back have intensified, not dissipated, with time.” - Mark Sanford to Andrew Goldman
Henry Allen says "rub your tummy while touching...
Former Style section star Henry Allen responds to the haters of Dan Zak’s Guardian Angel poem: As for the…claim that Henry Allen would have put a stop to this piece, I will state that the only thing Henry Allen would like to put a stop to is people saying that Henry Allen would put stops to things. Henry Allen doesn’t even try to put a stop to the bullying bores of the social media. He...
I walk from the office to the Metro to the market, where I buy $40 worth of groceries and a pack of cigarettes. Then I power-walk to the apartment, change into shorts, and begin preparing dinner. It is almost 6:30 p.m., and my people are hungry. I cut up a pound of strawberries, toss them with lemon juice and sugar, and put them in the fridge. I cut up a purple cabbage, a red bell pepper, and a...
Schedule a yard sale and then cancel it at the last minute, even if you’ve put...– Moving: An Odyssey of Self-Doubt
What real job—what political world—would want Spencer Pratt, with the stigma...– Stupid people are heart-breaking
We watched her dogs crawl around underneath the casket, rubbing their noses...– RIP Dean Faulkner Wells
"You don’t understand why I have my work to...
Via Jesse Walker, the story of Barbara Follett, who began writing her first novel at the age of 8: In a New Hampshire apartment during the winter of 1923, this typewritten notice was fastened squarely against a closed door: NOBODY MAY COME INTO THIS ROOM IF THE DOOR IS SHUT TIGHT (IF IT IS SHUT NOT QUITE LATCHED IT IS ALL RIGHT) WITHOUT KNOCKING. THE PERSON IN THIS ROOM IF HE AGREES THAT ONE...