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Up With Food, Down With Foodies
Like most any man crashing into middle age, yours truly could afford to shed a few pounds, especially considering that my knees and back are slowly disintegrating into a fine powder-like substance one...
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Thomas the Money-Making Engine
Over Thankgiving at the family home, I was exposed to a major problem that threatens households across our nation. It has nothing to do with breast feeding, reasonable day care, or the price of...
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Altered States
I was fully prepared to devote an entry to a topic utterly revolting, infantile, and repulsive, but I thought, ah, what the hell, let’s try something different. It has been a well-repeated (if not...
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It Makes Me Sick
I thought about calling this post “Illness as Metaphor.” However, that would represent a kind of intellectual plagiarism, as well as skirting the matter, and I have read about as much Susan Sontag as I...
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Whence Thou Art a Snob
Anybody who knows me will say, “That Bookfraud despises pretentious people, writing, and art. That’s probably why he can’t sit through a ballet, video installations, and ‘Jackass 2.’” Those people...
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I promised that I would post something every day until Baby Raoul is born. This could be any day now, but it could be two or three weeks. The post below got sidelined for reasons as picayune as they...
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Mr. Irrelevant
Phone rings, at about 7 p.m. It’s one of Wife’s friends. “Hey Bookfraud, just checking in to see how Wife is doing,” the friend says. “See how she’s feeling.” I say that Wife is feeling as well as can...
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Feelin’ the Hate
I just did something really, really stupid (in addition to even publishing this). Earlier this evening, I was finding reasons not to finish a difficult blog entry regarding race relations and writing...
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Why I Really Write, Part 6: The Notebook
I had a boss who, upon inspecting an inferior piece of work, would always say the same thing: “Pit-i-ful.” He would positively spit out the first syllable, would pronounce the “i” long, and put a grave...
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More Matter With Less Art
Madness is rare in individuals, but in groups, parties, nations and ages it is the rule. –Nietzsche The thing about Twitter is that I can’t truly express how I feel about Twitter in 140 characters,...
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