Yeah, it’s New York Insert Your Expletive City, and I’m just one of the eight million stomach-churning people crawling around down here amongst the misery.

And the Oscar goes to...
What if the Nobel Prize were more like Oscar?

Re: And the Oscar goes to...
We all need to feel better than someone.

Conde Nasty:
Lowering the Brow
The New Yorker's titillating cover rivals Glamour, Vogue, and the rest of Conde Nast's harem of magazines.

Must We Catch Them All?
The Pokerap is very clear on this point: yes, we must. But common sense suggests that we must NOT catch them all.

Sensation: A Reaction
New York Mayor Rudolph Giuliani has been played like a ukulele on the Donnie and Marie Osmond show.

The Fall Cancelled TV Preview Sucks
Writing about television is ridiculous.

Death: A Cheerful Reflection
I’m not usually much of churchgoer, but the New Year almost always delivers the unexpected.

My Courageous Story
Owning my Volkswagen would be like hanging an albatross born of Hell’s own loins around your neck.