America 2.0.

I just bought a Ski Pass for my best friend so we can take on Colorado's mountains. I expect one of us to end the season with either a broken collar bone or professional contract with Burton. Knowing how our luck usually falls -- I'll have the broken collar bone, and he'll have the contract.

Once Ernest Hemingway was asked if he could tell a story in six words or less. He paused for a moment to reflect, and then penned this sentence: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

I challenge you to find a more beautiful and concise sentence in all of English literature.

Sometimes, when I come down with a bit of the strange cases, I open my doctor's bag and feel better. I like to caress its sparkly contents and take roll: one innocuous grinder, one bubbler, one surgical scalpel, half-a-dozen lighters, one package of strawberry bubblegum, one smiley-faced yo-yo and a bit of the dank stuff. I close my magic bag with ( Read more... )