It turns out that I am an optimist after all. I see my eyeball as half full. It is still not possible to see out of my left eye, especially since the meniscus wobbles straight through the middle of my line of vision. If I tilt my head down, I can look through the liquid and the world becomes a fish bowl. I can reasonably expect the gas bubble to ( Read more... )

I don't know who Simon Doonan is, but I do know that he believes we are living in the End Times of style:

How did we end up living in this all-bets-are-off world where sockless Brooklyn hipsters with Edwardian moustaches make artisanal pickles while, across the bridge, desperate office chicks believe they have no social currency unless they own ( Read more... )

I am a bad person. I know that I am a bad person because I take enormous pleasure in the suffering of others. Specifically, I wait until a major economic recession and then I browse craigslist for furniture being sold off by sad, desperate, laid-off people who are moving back to wherever it is they originally came from. I look for phrases like " ( Read more... )