Some mornings I wish I had an automatic coffee dispenser right next to my desk. Most mornings, actually.
Over at Slate, Ron Rosenbaum takes apart Anonymous, the new Shakespeare conspiracy theory movie, beautifully.
How big a role does expectation play in your ability to tell the difference between good wine and bad?
E. E. Cummings on honoring and loving artists instead of fearing them.
People like this make me wish I believed in a burnign hell. It’s a failing, I know.