“It isn’t fashion until somebody wears it…”

When casting about helplessly on my own articles (or just putting off the inevitable), I like to randomly, briefly cruise through The Post archives and see what was up 10, 20, 45 years ago in the paper. Just now I came across this appreciation that Jura Koncius and Martha Sherrill wrote when Nina Hyde, the…

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Quirky is not what you think it is

People who know me best know about my New Mexico thing, which, unlike those people who occasionally go woo-woo and come back from vacation with a newfound Santa Fe jones, is legit and deep. My parents moved to New Mexico in the 1950s (Cold War, dad was an engineer) and stayed for a decade before…

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Spoon Fed WINNERS!

Raving about Kim Severson’s delish new memoir, Spoon Fed, last week, I offered a free copy to a lucky person who would write me an e-mail and explain why they wanted to read it. I got a lot of responses but had to pick one. Couldn’t pick just one, so I’m picking two: • Alan…

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Oh, to be able to sing like John Grant

The other night I went to the Black Cat to hear John Grant, who was the opening act for Midlake. Grant is a singer-songwriter who used to be in one of my favorite bands, the Czars. (I still recommend the Czars’ The Ugly People vs. the Beautiful People to anyone who ever asks what I…

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Freaky Friday

After the photo of the president’s line-editing style, now we get to go with him to Prairie Lights, the awesome bookstore next to the University of Iowa. This photo was on the front of the NYT today. This is what I like to do in bookstores, too: make fun of books that I think look…

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Editor in Chief

I was struck by this picture I saw on the New Yorker‘s Book Bench blog, which they found on the White House’s Flickr photo account. Those are the president’s hands. That’s his health-care bill signing speech. [UPDATE: A couple of commenters here have said it isn’t Tuesday’s speech; I was going by some of the…

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Tuxedo pants

It’s Oscar night again. For the first time in a long time, I’m not in Hollywood, sweating east-coast newspaper deadlines on a west-coast story and then medicating the adrenalin crash with alcohol once I stagger into the afterparties. (See above, courtesy vanityfair.com.) Right about now (11:30 a.m. PST), I’d be putting on my tuxedo for…

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