The 1000th Republican debate happens Wednesday. I'm washing my hair and can't make it. If you are similarly engaged but want to know the essence, here it is in abbreviated format, based on extensive research and highly scientific projections of the candidates' own words.
Outsiders slam academia for not being "the real world," but I disagree. At times it's far too real. It can exhibit the oversize egos of professional sports; the hypocrisy of politics; the cruelty of big business; and the ruthlessness of organized crime.
The least enjoyable possibility when seeing a show after it opens is that it gets bad reviews and everyone just politely soldiers on as best they can. Sadly, this is the case for Relatively Speaking, three one acts with a cast of 15 and direction by John Turturro.
After exorcising my bowl cut demons, I set out to unearth my storytelling roots. One day in the very distant future, having published countless obscure and arguably entertaining stories, people will want to know how it all began.
The real threat to our society which looms with gnashing teeth above all of us, just waiting to sink them into the soft and tender flesh of our social fabric. Yes, I'm talking about the shortage of reclaimed wood.
It's hard to get too indignant about Obama when in SF, we can't elect a progressive mayor blindfolded with our hands tied behind our backs by a feminist dominatrix earning a living wage in a solar-powered basement dungeon.
I don't know much about being a husband. I know even less about being a parent, but, even in my cluelessness, I'm confident in my knowledge of one thing: Smart people say dumb stuff when faced with someone else's pregnancy.