The meaning of my tattoo

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life. I am not saying this to sound deep. I am many things, but I am not deep. I say many things, and few of them are deep. I have many thoughts, and most are shallower than a puddle of Kool-Aid in a desert.

I think about life because it is the name of the magazine section that I will be editing for …

Non-coverage of the Time 100 gala

Takeuchi Cullen writes that she didn’t go because “besides childcare and wardrobe issues, I had a doctor’s appointment I couldn’t move.”

Poniewozik just told me he didn’t go because he doesn’t own a tux.

And I didn’t go because I was tired, Mrs. CC was about to leave town for a few days, we were gonna have tacos for dinner, and–either …

On the endogenous nature of economic data (now that’s what I call an attention-grabbing headline!)

Nancy Folbre, an economics professor at UMass Amherst, e-mails with a couple good criticisms of my “Don’t Ditch the GDP” column:

First, no economist that I know of, either on or off the Sarkozy Commission, has advocated ditching GDP. What’s under discussion is the possibility of developing good supplements to it.

Second, the viability

Giving birth in the Port Authority

When one is commuting to work while hugely pregnant, one thinks about these things. Especially because it happened just yesterday (no, not to me, you ninny: you think I’d blog about something as cool as that without photographic evidence?):

A Massachusetts woman traveling to Oklahoma City with her three young children has given birth to

Productivity gains! Thanks (again) to journos

Bill Carter at the New York Times reports that NBC is launching a 24-hour local news channel in New York, which will subsume the network’s current local news operation. Local news audiences are “eroding and aging” (the words of John Wallace, NBC’s newly christened president of local media) and the way broadcasts currently work is “just …

Tough choice for moms: less pay vs. less time

In the Cullen household, Mother’s Day is known as Sunday. As in the day Mommy does the laundry, the food-shopping and cooks a big batch of something we eat until we’re sick of and throw out the following Sunday. As in the day Daddy plays a matinee and sometimes a concert. Oh, I bet I’ll get a funny card or two, and my sisters are …

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