The idiot box

That’s what my mother (and maybe yours) called the television set — the idiot box — and begged and then nagged me to turn it off already, go outside, go play. Her point was, there’s a whole world out there! I’d get out there, barefoot in the grass, have a look around, and then wonder,…

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You’re so vein

Somewhere out there is a beginning nursing class that would be so relieved to see this walk into the classroom for the introduction to finding-a-good-vein-for-a-blood-sample day. Have at it class! Also, pictures like this must drive heroin dealers WILD. (Photo by Flynet, via TMZ.)

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Brothers

This afternoon (Sunday), Michael and I drove up to Rockville, Md., to the home of my friend Linton Weeks and his wife, Jan Taylor Weeks. We had to park a block away. Dozens and dozens of people had come to their house. On Thursday night, Linton and Jan’s two sons, Stone and Holt Weeks, were…

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Climb into my capsule

I’ve been taking the movie cure lately — the only affordable answer to stress. Here are my capsule thoughts: (500) Days of Summer: Call off the Stuff White People Like movie deal because here it is, finished and done. Almost scientifically twee, happy-sad picture about a doomed relationship. I thought Joseph Gordon-Levitt — all grows…

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Hey, Target!

Would your committee that picks the “Bookmarked” titles every month be interested in a book where the very first chapter is titled “Target”? A book that tenderly and curiously and humorously portrays the world of Target’s America? Also, I read here that you prefer unknown authors. Well, can do! (And he’s available for Black Friday…

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Crazy P-Barn still thinks Xmas can wait!

My friend Linda sent me a link to this Baltimore Sun report, another take on “Christmas in July” sales that are now overtaking a lot of stores. But wait, what’s this? A summer breeze of sanity from Williams-Sonoma/Pottery Barn! >>But other retailers think it best to leave Christmas where it is. A spokesman for Williams-Sonoma,…

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The summer intern

Believe it or not, I’m only slightly embarrassed to dig this up and show you: It’s been 20 years this summer since I was an intern at the Washington Post. This was the summer between my junior and senior years of college, the same summer I turned 21. In some ways, it feels like five…

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Blown

Deadline, that is. This morning, an editor at the Post‘s Sunday magazine was supposed to have a lovely, clean draft of a 4,000-word article by me, from me, in her basket. I’m only about half done. Blog’s going to have drift. Keep trying to clone myself so I can do my job _and_ everything else.…

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