In Which Your Humble Blogger strays from the traditional path.
One Hundred Years of, of, what’s the opposite of Solitude?
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets all worked up about it, which I suppose I haven’t done for a while, so that’s nice, isn’t it?
Democracy, Deficits, Duplicity
In Which Your Humble Blogger wrote this piece before seeing Jon Bernstein’s line that “there’s a high correlation between the impulse to be a budget scold and being world-historically stupid”. Which, you know, lol.
The five Ws: Who, What, Why bother, What again, and, um, does CW start with a W?
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets annoyed, and then gets annoyed, and now I should really go to bed.
Krug, Whelan, Heather
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to clarify without collapsing.
fathers and husbands, in a house that is white
In Which Your Humble Blogger disagrees, despite a vague feeling that he will vote for the other one in a week and a bit.
That’s what Youth Culture is, these days
In Which Your Humble Blogger just writes a note to write a note, really. Got to get the stats looking good for the end of the year. In case they audit.
Who will buy my free advice?
In Which Senator Clinton is visited by James Madison’s ghost, who wears a garland of good ideas he had in life.
Pills and Dirty Books for Everybody!
In Which Your Humble Blogger dithers about something that seems fairly straightforward, doesn’t it?