18 January 2003
“Maria Callas would not drive. Prima donnas do not drive.” – Arianna Huffington in tomorrow’s NYT magazine.

17 January 2003
Keith Easterbrook wrote perhaps the most in-depth review to date of Keith Bradsher’s High and Mighty. As usual, I’m infuriated (with the cars, not the book), which might turn out to be useful for the CCM art show…

16 January 2003
It turns out that cloned pigs’ temperaments are largely due to nurture, quite unlike cloned Homer Simpsons’ tastes in snack food.

15 January 2003
NPR’s news programs are so hopelessly boomer, they’re smug, smarmy, and boring.

10 January 2003
Green tags let anyone buy environmentally superior energy off the electric grid, while engaging in your own little energy derivatives trading. Hey, I think it’s fun.

9 January 2003
Arianna Huffington’s brilliantly conceived anti-SUV commercials began broadcasting today. And on the way in, there was a movie crew outside my apartment and TV crews set up outside my office. I’m ready for my close-up.

8 January 2003
On W’s latest volley of class warfare: (1) double taxation it ain’t, not when corporations don’t even pay tax once; (2) what about my beloved municipal bonds?; (3) here‘s my angry off-the-cuff letter. That’s what a cuppa coffee will do to me in the morning.

16 December 2002
“Who says the GOP doesn’t reach out to low income communities?” Republicans show their love for the poor by raising taxes. Republicans love black people, too, sending them send them lots of mail right around election time.

13 December 2002
Mac users apparently identify one another with ridiculous glasses.

12 December 2002
“Liesel Pritzker claims her father, Robert, plundered her trust funds of $1 billion. The 18-year-old aspiring movie star says her relatives plan to spend the ill-gotten-gazillions on charity.” Chicago Tribune

11 December 2002
Main Streets, grassroots economic development, and punk are all Good Things. So, of course, they could turn around downtown Flint, or at least try, and, of course, it’s brought to you by Metropolis. (Yeah, I’m late on this one. I blame it on print-online lag.)

7 December 2002
What did the dykes think of the election? Pretty much what I thought, but with far, far more wit and zest than I could ever muster.