Raised Relief

Am I my brother’s keeper?

It used to be that if I saw someone toss a Coke can or a cigarette butt out of their car, I’d pick it up off the ground, throw it back into their vehicle, and look at them wordlessly until on

Fables of the Deconstruction

The last time I saw Richard

I can’t remember the last time I went to see Shakespeare in Central Park. There for a while, I made a habit of it.

Summary of My Discontent

I see dead people

“Extreme social networking,” the latest wave to sweep both the Internet and Silicon Valley venture-capital circles, has opened a new frontier: chatting with the dead.

Don't Ask, I'm Telling

Are ya’ll sisters?

Unless you are Ellen Degeneres, Adam Lambert or RuPaul, coming out of the closet is not a one-time deal.

Raised Relief

I live here

Don’t be alarmed, but you are very likely misremembering some things.

Fables of the Deconstruction


Last Thursday morning, while listening to Laurie Anderson’s Big Science on my iPod, I went to pour some milk in my coffee, and the little plastic ring from the milk

Summary of My Discontent

How to drive women wild

When German pharmaceutical giant Boehringer Ingelheim asked the Food and Drug Administration to approve its new Viagra-like drug for women, the Internet’s jabbering classes became obses

Don't Ask, I'm Telling

All the Pride we can get

The word pride itself has several definitions, some of which seem to oppose each other.

Keeping Up with the Jones

South Carolina, Snooki and other things that make you say, 'Hmm'

When George W.

Raised Relief

Message for the future

Outside my window right now, nothing seems terribly out of place — holly, oak, elm, hydrangea. House finch, cardinal, robin, squirrel. Buddhist, biker, sky-blue-sky.