An especially relevant passage

I’m reading “The Swerve” by Stephen Greenblatt. In the book, Greenblatt outlines the life of Poggio Bracciolini, a papal scribe living in the 15th century. Poggio, a secular writer surrounded by corrupt churchmen, wrote often of a suffocating career and disheartening day-to-day existence. Small things brought him reprieve. From page 153: Freedom here has nothing to do with political liberty or […]

Because everyone needs a good poop story

I have an awesome editor named Laurie Mansfield, who bought me a copy of “The Fiddler in the Subway”  by Gene Weingarten earlier this week. It arrived today at about 9 a.m., and after stumbling down to my apartment foyer and answering the door in my boxers, I started reading the introduction. “I was drunk […]

Tales from the Cubicle

My workspace is this dreary little cave tucked away in the back of the features newsroom. The walls are grey, my desk is grey, the carpet is some kind of charcoal and my chair is pale blue (which, to my colorblind eyes, might as well be grey). About half of the florescent lights on the […]