I dont always like Adam Gopnik – especially when he’s talking france/highbrow lit – but this piece on the human sense of touch is phenomenal. Most of his articles have entire paragraphs that befuddle me. 250 more words
Pittsburgh in the fifties was no place to be. Even the parents knew that. There was a wider world, so leaving for college in the mid-sixties, and never really going back, was easy enough, but in 1959 or so that seemed a long way off. 3,644 more words
No, this is what one might call a unicameral breakdown: one, and only one, of our major parties has been going crazy for twenty years and is now having a full-fledged gibbering, I’m-The-Emperor-of-Antarctica breakdown.