December 26th, 2004
Christmas passed rather smoothly. Though all my blood relatives are Jewish, some of my relatives by marriage are not, and so we celebrate Christmas. Besides Christmas, another thing non-Jewish people have thankfully brought into my family is drinking. Christmas begins with a champagne toast and shrimp cocktail hors d’ouvres and continues through [...]
December 24th, 2004
I knew this would happen. The rest of my family is asleep and I’m wide awake here in the weird little room that used to be my brother’s bedroom, until I went to college and we switched rooms, so now it is my semi-old bedroom but really my dad’s office and also a kind [...]
December 23rd, 2004
Check it out, people. Beloved SuperLefty friend and confidant Avi Salzman at the top of www.nytimes.com!. His journalistic integrity prevents him from participating in such partisan events as the FUCK YOU movement, but enables such fine reporting as this.
December 23rd, 2004
I am sorry to have abandoned you, my darlings. I understand that without my postings you have, as one disgruntled reader writes, “nothing to read when you come home late and drunk.”
My excuses are many. I have been visited by medical students and law students and wanted to impress them by cooking such [...]
December 11th, 2004
I heard on NPR today that the Iraq war has the lowest fatality rate of any war. This is because of the incredible speed and efficiency with which wounded soldiers are evacuated to hospitals in Baghdad, Germany and eventually, the United States. Only 10% of casualties are deaths.
So for every soldier [...]
December 10th, 2004
In the last week I have experienced two of life’s great pleasures.
# 1: Being Covered With a Cozy Blanket While You Are Already Sleeping
It was Holly’s birthday and we had eaten a lot of pumpkin cheesecake after a large meal during which we were given a free chocolate dessert. We had been playing a [...]
December 10th, 2004
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t wear an anti-Moron Puppet button on my bag everywhere I go. It has occured to me that overtly expressing a political opinion in the home of someone who employs me to teach their child math might be overstepping my bounds. But then I think, “I don’t want the [...]
December 9th, 2004
My flecked green sweater is two sizes too big. I believe the proper term for it’s flecked-ness is heathered. It was on sale after Christmas in 1996 and despite (or perhaps because of) its odd size and color, it spoke to me.
This was a time of frequent sweater-purchasing at such purveyors of East [...]
December 1st, 2004
Tom Brokaw didn’t cry. Not eight minutes ago, Tom Brokaw signed off the air forever and damn it, the man didn’t even well up. I dashed home from a rather pleasant wander through the darkening, windswept streets of Brooklyn and parked myself in front of a network television broadcast with a glass of [...]