The local groceries are all out of broccoli, loccoli.

The local groceries are all out of broccoli, loccoli.

Even intellectuals should have learned by now that objective rationality is not the default position of the human mind, much less the bedrock of human affairs.

I heard on public radio recently, there's a thing called Weed Dating. Singles get together in a garden and weed and then they take turns, they keep matching up with other people. Two people will weed down one row and switch over with two other people. It's in Vermont. I don't think I'd be very good at Weed Dating.

A picture's worth a thousand words? A library card's worth millions.

Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature.

When I was a little kid, of course, I was brown all summer. That's because I was free as a bird- nothing to do but catch bugs all day.