You can do magic

This weekend I encountered several people — friends, acquaintances, strangers — who had purchased the new Harry Potter book by Friday night/Saturday morning.  None of them were children. 

Whoops

I think I might have accidentally put on some of C’s perfume today.  I smell very pretty.

Hey, let’s alienate some friends!

For no good reason other than my own delight in heuristic devices, I propose that dudes in New York can be broken down and understood in terms of three basic classifications: douche, mensch, and hipster.  Much has been written about these general types, but for purposes of my analysis let’s review some indicators

Race oddity

I love the COMPLETE and utter demagoguery here.  The Fox News text flashed under this douche’s face seems designed to preempt the Daily Show’s inevitable ad absurdum mockery of the craptological flow of the argument, insofar as it actually reads

Nowhere to run

I feel like I am turning into Murphy Brown.  Not because of my affinity for shoulder pads and smoky voices, but because I have been on an uncurable Motown kick lately.  In the last 3 months I have downloaded more Stevie Wonder than I ever realized I liked, along with stuff from Martha & the Vandellas and Marvin Gaye.  What’s puzzling about this is that

PSA; Also, at the end of this post I go inexplicably Luddite

Before I return to producing the high-quality content that keeps bringing tens of you here each day, I need to get a few things in order.  Inter alia, if you’ve tried to call or text me