I guess libertarianism is always considered so weird and fringe that people assume that you're in the closet if you don't go around talking about it.

Have you noticed that whatever sport you're trying to learn, some earnest person is always telling you to keep your knees bent?

First, a few words about this title. It isn't easy, coming up with book titles. A lot of the really good ones are taken. Thin Thighs in 30 Days, for example. Also The Bible.

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.

Most recently I read Michael Lewis "Boomerang." The other guy I love is Bill Bryson.

If Mozart had power tools, there's no telling how great his music might have been.

You kids have fun, and be home by Thanksgiving!" our parents would call to us on Halloween night, as we staggered out the front door, weighed down by hundreds of pounds of concealed vandalism supplies, including enough raw eggs to feed Somalia for decades. By morning, thanks to our efforts, the entire neighborhood would be covered with a layer of congealed shaving cream and toilet paper that, around certain unpopular neighbors' homes, was hundreds of feet thick. This is how the Appalachian Mountains were formed.