Look at that half smiling man in the photo above.
In an election year littered with strange weeks, this one might have been the strangest.
Do you believe everything you read, or do you read everything you believe?
Why does the noisiest person get the right of way?
Much too often I catch myself imagining current events through a pop culture prism; well, maybe more of a long pop culture lens.
I am caught between obligation and dread. Muhammad Ali is dead, and I feel like I’m supposed to write something profound about his passing, but I don’t want to.
To enter an Apple store is to descend into a chipper circle of Hell.
I flashed on a nearly 40 year old memory yesterday.
My social media feed consists of roughly 40 percent marketing and promotion, 10 percent photos and cat videos, and 50 percent bitching and moaning.
I watched a presidential debate last week. The event needed a more precise name, as there was nothing presidential about it.