On a Wednesday afternoon in 1924, President Coolidge's two sons-John, 17, and Calvin, 16-played a game of tennis on the south lawn of the White House. Wearing shoes without socks was something of a fashion among teenage boys of the era, a fashion trend that has come and gone repeatedly in the decades since, probably because it dovetails neatly ( Read more... )

I'm contemplating changing my user name on here. synopsis just isn't doing it for me. What do I synopsize? My life? The news, like that column on the front page of the Wall Street Journal? What was I thinking when I chose that name? Probably that the first dozen names I liked were all taken and that I just wanted to sign the fuck up already. I like ( Read more... )

A real entry will get posted soon, but I thought I would mention that I'm posting to Twitter fairly regularly now, and that I'd be happy to have anyone reading this follow me, and to follow the folks reading this.

My Twitter is here. Let me know yours, if you're on there ( Read more... )

This is yet another placeholder. I've been busy with work, busy enough that I need to get back to having a proper midlife crisis. I'm easing off the work for a while to think about what I want to do with the rest of my life, about changes large and small. I'll write more about that soon. In fact, that's some of the reason I'm here.

This post is a placeholder. I'm still around and well (thanks to everyone who asked). I haven't been online much, mostly because a bunch of work came my way, and this is the sort of economy where only a fool gives the bum's rush to people offering green bits of paper in exchange for goods or services ( Read more... )

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You know why I'm glad I took calculus? Because now I can understand Rem Koolhaas's formula for happiness:


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