Something amazing happened this weekend, but something rather normal happened last night: the American Society of Magazine Editors held their annual award ceremony, where they basically Oscar'd out and rewarded the New Yorker, this week's home of mediocre white men, the award in Essays and Criticism for Roger Angell's piece about being old, which, not hating just saying, was fine, but was nothing compared to Ta-Nehisi Coates' STUNNING The Case for Reparations which pretty much set the world afire but ok????????????? Let's just spend the rest of the day re-reading it.
My dad is a huge Yankee fan. In order to understand this, you need to know that my dad is the kind of person who picks a few things to really like and then he likes them obsessively. My dad likes three things more than anything else in the world: Datsun Z Cars, old episodes of Superman and Star Trek, and the New York Yankees. He has an encyclopedic knowledge of baseball history; you can see the joy on his face when he talks about his team.
So when I was a kid, whether I wanted to or not, I was going to know baseball. I learned how to [...]
My dad was born on Christmas and is named Noel.
Happy early Father’s Day. What are you going to do to celebrate?
Mom and your brother have to tell me what they want to do. I’m not going to plan my own Father’s Day! I have kept my schedule open. Ideally you would be here and we would all be playing golf.
I’ve done my part to kill that dream for you. You going to play on Sunday?
Maybe Martin and I could, and Mom…
Never going to happen.
Maybe sometime in the future!
Do you think Father’s Day is stupid or do you like it?
I think it’s a [...]
Lacoste an Arm and a Leg
Bed, Bath and Beyond Our Means
L.L. Bein' Bothered When I'm Trying to Watch the Game!
Bath and Body Works Hard All Day Just to Come Home and Hear Your Nagging
Gap Kids Are All Disappointments
1. In 1968 James Baldwin was a guest on The Dick Cavett Show and said, “…as Malcolm X once put it: the most segregated hour in American life is high noon on Sunday.” High noon, he said in a slight baritone as if trying to find the right key for a song. Baldwin then goes on to give examples of other institutions, not just the Christian church, where systematic racism has wielded its power; the labor unions, the real estate lobby, the board of education. Part of this episode can be found on YouTube and runs a swift one minute, one second. Baldwin’s voice—its’ near-sport of a voice—is one [...]
It’s only an estimate, but I’ve done the math. My father died while I was in a run-down hotel lobby in Newburgh, NY, picking up my race number for a half marathon that would begin in just under an hour.
Dad, at 62, was still an impressively healthy athlete. He swam a mile a day, rode his bike twice daily and played volleyball every weekend. One of the big regrets of his life was that he could not persuade me to take an interest in the game, despite the fact that I “had the shoulders for it.” That Saturday morning last June, while I was driving north from New York [...]
Sandwiched between a hulking grey backpack and an expandable bag on my chest, I stand on the shoulder of a steep road that winds up from a surreal aqua lake. I’m on the edge of the pristine Aspen-like town San Martin de los Andes in Argentina’s northern Patagonia. I have a purpose here. I just decided one hour ago: I am hitchhiking to Ushuaia, the southernmost tip in South America. I am hitchhiking to the End of the World.
I’ve been in the country for a month and only hitchhiked once before. I don’t know what I’m doing. "Stick out your thumb higher,” two passing Chilean hitchhikers call out [...]
Whenever I have an idea for something funny to write on the Internet, I have to make sure that it isn’t just something I’ve subconsciously ripped off from writer/webmistress Mallory Ortberg. If there is a joke to be made about anything, chances are Mallory’s already made it, in a both subtle and absurd way that will seep into your brain and stick with you for months.
On November 4th, Henry Holt is publishing Texts from Jane Eyre—a collection based on the series in which Mallory sums up the entire canon of Western literature in a few textual exchanges with great accuracy and even greater lols. Believe [...]
My father was terrible at gifts. Terrible at receiving them. You would break your back to find the most amazing, perfect gift ever, he would open it, pause, say, “Thank you!”, put it down, and never speak of it again. Over the years I bought him, among other things, a beautiful, strange coffee table book about Mexican churches, a silver wall hanging with a scroll of paper for note-taking, a wooden 3D puzzle in the shape of a gondola, a tiny statue of Molly Malone, which was the first song he’d learned and partly the inspiration for my name. The only gift I ever bought that I can confirm he [...]
Remember the time we all saw Zodiac and it was so scary and the only thing that got us through it was a 13 Going On 30-era Mark Ruffalo?
Welp, it's time to revisit old wounds. In "A Man Claims the Zodiac Killer Is His Father in a New Book That's Been Kept Secret for Months" Elon Green reports that in The Most Dangerous Animal of All, Gary L. Stewart claims the Zodiac Killer is his DAD:
Not mentioned in the summary: Stewart, a vice-president at a cleaning company in Baton Rouge, alleges that his father was the Zodiac Killer, who is believed to have killed at least [...]