I love to be surprised or challenged or told that I know less than I thought that I knew. I know it's an old saw, but the older I get the less I know I know.

It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur.

I worked at Salon.com way back when they started, and there's just unmeasurable value to distributing words online, too, but I still get my news from the newspaper in the morning.

Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.

My head was a condemned church with a ceiling of bats, but I swung from this dark mood to euphoria when I thought about leaving.