The Money Dread, Redux
Sean MurphyLike everyone else I know, I grew up—really grew up, if I’ve ever actually grown...
Sony Walkman R.I.P. or, My Mix-Tape Confession
Anyone who was born before Y2K cannot be unmoved by the announcement that Sony has ceased...
Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain?
Yer daaaaamn right! On a Friday afternoon it doesn’t get too much better than this...
The Democratic Fault Line
So, fake tan is the new black? How do I feel about the idiot winds that...
William Parker: The Inside Songs of Curtis Mayfield
A Match Made in Heaven Turns Into a Near Miss This review should be prefaced...
Goodfellas: The Most Definitive American Movie of the Last Two Decades
First, a confession. I did not love Goodfellas the first time I saw it (in...
Tea Party, Redux (and Ridic)
(h/t to the ingenious monkeys working around the clocks on the Internets, restoring sanity one...
On Getting (or not getting) a PhD in Political Science and Bob Dylan, Remixed
The genius of the Inernet, again. Here’s two very different, very brilliant things I stumbled...
Celebration Day: Cerphe is Back and He’s Back BIG
Forget Halloween, Christmas has come early. Cerphe is not dead (he never was); long live Cerphe....
Little Anthony’s Falsetto: The Gift That Keeps Giving
Goosebumps, bliss and gratitude. That is all I can (or want to) say regarding the...