In this column we dip our toes into little audio pools all over the place, touching on things that are applicable to most folks who may be reading the Daily.
The finale of “Breaking Bad” was viscerally pleasing for a variety of reasons.
Once we had left the city streets, the quiet stretches of road out to the...
I wasn’t ready for that snowstorm, even though we knew about it for a week and had tons of warning. And even though the first snow was late this year, and it’s going to be nice again in the next few days anyway.
I resisted taking photos for newspapers for the longest time. My reasons varied but mostly centered around the strongly held conviction that I was already doing one job for you, and not getting paid enough. I’m not doing two.
Do you see what you’ve done to us, #COwx? You make us exchange in small-talk pleasantries with other human beings. You're a real piece of work.
This time of year is truly special — the leaves turn, the days shorten, and the air becomes brisk and bracing.
Sometimes I’m really happy to be wrong, just like when I was touring Prague’s sites — and there are a lot of them.
If you work evening shifts, you will eventually find yourself wrenched out of deep REM in the middle of the goddamn night by the UPS driver delivering some over-packaged knickknack at 8 a.m. You'll also get used to frequent eye rolls when you sleepily wish people a good morning at noon. There are perks, though. When you hit the grocery...
It was a morning of little battles. My students were struggling to stay in their seats, and I was quickly losing my cool. As adorable as they were, there were only so many times I could request they sit back down and listen before I wanted to tape their little behinds to the chairs. In the end, we made (slow)...
Let’s go to a corn maze, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Once again I find myself trudging through a dusty field in the unrelenting September heat (thanks, global warming!) staring at endless rows of corn. Several important questions running through my mind.