White Rapper Face-Off: Eminem vs. Vanilla Ice

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Yo, yo, yo!  You know what time it is! It’s been a long time comin’, but we ’bout to hash this beef out once and for all.  Through the years, these two great white hopes have been pitted against each other in a brutal grudge match.  The people want this settled once and for all: who is the greatest white rapper of all time?  Continue reading

Vacation Reading: Florida Edition

Left to my own devices, the suitcase I would bring on a Florida vacation would be 90% full of books.  If there happens to be any leftover room for a toothbrush and a swimsuit, great.  Anything else would be superfluous.  But as my wife is fond of reminding me, these are no longer viable packing options, given our current circumstances. Continue reading

Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls- by David Sedaris

I have been amused by every David Sedaris book that I have read.  As is so often the case with talented and prolific authors, each new one I read becomes my new favorite.  This was the case with Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls, not, I don’t think because this is necessarily his most funny, but because it was, to me anyway, his most relateably human. Continue reading

In Persuasion Nation

Who are your heroes?  And how do you feel about meeting them?  I saw George Saunders at a reading a couple of months ago, and immediately went on a crazy Saunders kick.  (I’m sure  he would cringe at the “hero” reference.  He strikes me as a happy but really easygoing and unassuming guy.  But what do I know?  I only saw him for about an hour addressing a room of about 400 other people).  I have been a fan for a while now, but seeing him in person inspired me.  In Persuasion Nation was first on my list. Continue reading

Young Fathers

Happened upon the following:
In three separate venues in today’s various airports Sylvanshine had found himself locking eyes with thirty-year-old men who had infants in high-tech papooselike packs on their backs, their wives with quilted infant-supply bags at their sides, the wives in charge, the men appearing essentially soft or softened in some way, desperate in a resigned way, their stride not quite a trudge, their eyes empty and overmild with the weary stoicism of young fathers.
David Foster WallaceThe Pale King
I would maybe take offense, if I wasn’t so feeling so soft and resigned.  And exhausted.