Archive for April, 2008

Ode to a desk chair


Thursday, April 24th, 2008

We both knew this day was coming, desk chair. Or, perhaps, you didn’t: given all the indignities you’ve suffered — yet endured, in your pathetic fashion — perhaps you’ve come to think of yourself as immortal. Well, you’re not: you’re a crappy desk chair, and I’m replacing you.
You were pristine, once. During the time I […]

Magnolia Trees


Thursday, April 17th, 2008

I’d like to thank whoever peppered my neighborhood with Magnolia trees: always the first to bloom — often, two or three weeks before the weather’s consistently warm, which helps the wait — and such a pleasant surprise to find on your block.
Sure, the leaves fall off and stink. And, sure, Magnolia was so bad that […]

A hair shy of Christ-like


Wednesday, April 09th, 2008

April 8 was the Boston Red Sox’s 108th home-opener, and the ceremonial first pitch was thrown out by none other than Bill Buckner. Now, while all of Red Sox Nation — because I wouldn’t want to limit my appraisal to the residents of Boston, proper — congratulates itself for making such a munificent gesture, I’ll […]

The sound of one hand clapping (Mark Penn on the back)


Monday, April 07th, 2008

With the departure of Mark Penn — Hillary Clinton’s chief pollster, and ambulatory heart attack risk — the Clinton campaign has once again shuffled the deck, trading political continuity for political expediency.
Now, don’t get me wrong: Penn wasn’t doing anyone any favors. Hillary’s chances — both nationally, and in the bitterly contested Pennsylvania primary — […]