Bill Cosby eats shoots and leaves

You all know I’d rather eat cilantro than read and review a book. But a book jacket? Bring it on. So: just noticed this on The Slot, the terrific blog for and by copy editors:

Just who are these Come On People? Do they hail from the land of lewd solicitations? Is it a secret race of pick-up artists?

What Cosby means, of course, is …

Seasonal (and authorial) slowdown

I’ve got no column in the current Time, and I won’t be in the next issue either (Person of the Year). Then we’re taking a week off from magazine making before returning with an issue the first week of January. I’ve been using the time to yes, yet again, try to make my book manuscript a part of my past. In the interest of speeding that …

Tax cuts for all but the almost-rich

On Tuesday the Congressional Budget Office released its latest estimates of how much of their incomes Americans of various income groups fork over in taxes (pdf; xls). Here’s a graphic represention:

There’s something in this chart for everybody–the rich pay much more of their income in taxes than anybody else, but they’ve also been …

Would you dye your hair for work?


Does she or doesn’t she? / ABC

I found a white hair the other day.

It wasn’t gray. It wasn’t ashy. It was wiry, long and white. And as vehemently as I’ve always vowed to gray gracefully, I’m telling you I totally wigged out. Then I yanked it.

I’m 36, so I figure I have a few years before head-tweezing becomes a regular occurence. My …

Putin’s liberal/loyalist successor and the human tendency to seek support in the news for prexisting beliefs

I was in the airport this morning about to catch a flight to Detroit when I saw the big headline in the FT: “Putin favours liberal as successor.” Interesting, I thought.

Then I saw the headline in the WSJ, which didn’t say anything about Dmitri Medvedev being a liberal: “Putin Chooses Young Loyalist as Successor.” The second sentence of …

Cancer rots. But try working with cancer


My mom, looking pretty damn good, if I may say so

My mom has cancer. She’s had some type of cancer for over 10 years now; the latest was diagnosed at Stage 4 about two years ago. Since then, her body has acted like a fireworks factory: stuff just keeps exploding. But she somehow struggles on.

Living with cancer sucks. But you know …

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