Cravenomena

I used to despise MySpace. I mercilessly ridiculed the popular social network's cluttered, butt-fugly profile pages. I couldn't imagine a bigger waste of time than playing comment tag or shooting out bulletins to announce to the world when I'm ready to go to bed. (Of course, this was before I was exposed to Facebook's cretinous apps -- or, as I like to abbreviate them, "crapps" -- or the institutionalized Tourettes cyber-tic called Twitter.) But when I started my Notes Blog and Podcast ... Read More

Run, man, run. Though your lungs are splayed across your ribs like the tatters of a burst balloon, and your feet are hard lead cakes that send rivulets of white-hot thermite squirting through your nervous system every time they piston against the Times Square cobblestones below — run! Run like your life depends upon it. Because it surely does. There are more than a hundred men hot on your heels, shouting epithets, their teeth bared like dogs and glinting in the pale glow of ... Read More