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Jeez, did better stuff happen in the 70s, or was it just all the drugs? I swear, here’s a piece of real history that reads like an episode of Herbie the Love Bug, plus The Great Race, with some Cannonball Run thrown in for good measure: The Story of Mercedes-Benz 004318 Steve Farrell sent me…

God Bless Henry Raddick The recently-beveiled Francesco Vitelli sent me the link below; a collection of Amazon reviews written by one Henry Raddick. Here’s a sample: 6 of 7 people found the following review helpful: Know Your Pug by Pet Library Ltd   Tremendous February 24, 2002 An excellent guide which is helping me get…

God Bless Ian Debski Ian Debski was a programmer at [My employer]; young, personable, and Swedish, he would attend raves until 7AM and then roll in to the office and code HTML pages all day. Tired out after 36 straight waking hours of trance music, Red Bull, and lengthy financial-services disclaimer pages, he was easy…

It’s pledge drive time on tikaro.com! If you’re reading this, as you love me, go support me in my month-long mustache quest! As you probably know already, I’m participating in Mustaches for Kids NYC, which means I have a bristly, half-grown nose-comb hanging under my nostrils, sucking the very will to live from my suddenly-much-less-attractive…

It’s an axiom of human relationships, I think, that the couple tends to find a center of gravity on each issue, and that each person then finds a spot on either the positive or negative side of that issue’s origin. Who’s the neat one, who’s the messy one? Who’s the one that’s good with money,…

We’re back from Seattle, after a long, rainy flight and a short, rainy drive from the airport. Seattle is in the middle of a drought, it turned out, and the view from our hotel room was amazing. I got up on Sunday morning to realize that Mount Ranier had become visible on the horizon, something…

I’m writing this on the ferry to Bainbridge Island, on the way to visit Bridget and Tony (“King of the Olympic Peninsula.”) I had an exciting day yesterday: after posting the last Blog entry from the lobby of the Meany, I drove north on I-5 until I saw the giant glass box enclosing REI’s 65-foot…

Kate and I are in Seattle this weekend: Kate’s friends have a new crop of babies to poke, and we’re visiting my sister and her husband, Tony Dattilo (“King of the Olympic Peninsula.”) There’s no mistaking Seattle; from the hipsters in Camper shoes, sweatshirts, and beanie hats, to the fact that the shoe store next…

Our next-door neighbor Todd is a blog-poster’s dream come true. Viz: the rows of seven-foot plywood toy soldiers that appeared in his yard this weekend. (Todd’s house is in the foreground; our house is behind the skirmish line.) Todd’s production company has a warehouse in West Chester, where the pink wigs, pink jumpsuits, and pig…

I, Clausius I wish I could do justice to the picture of Santa and Mrs. Claus ascending the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum between a double rank of glittery Roman soldiers. Also, hundreds of gospel singers in choir robes. Seriously, it was like the vision of America in George W. Bush’s head crystallized and…