When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

If New Vegas foretells something about America's future, then the culture wars are all but over, and culture lost.

As journalism dies, I kind of feel like I want some skills besides writing. I'd like to be able to write movies or host TV shows or whatever. Things that I might actually not inherently like quite as much, but are interesting and fun things to do. A good backup plan.

When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

I think the local food movement has been taken to idiotic extremes. And so I wrote about that and people got pissed.

I've definitely written people e-mails telling them I've loved their stories, but that seems more like a professional journalist thing to do.

I would be at home reading, because I felt so disconnected from humanity.