Last night the low was 1. Not Celsius either. In Celsius it was like negative fuck-you. Earlier in the day I looked out the door and saw bright sunny skies. Then I walked outside and discovered just how cold it can possibly be even when the sun is out. Oh how naive I have been
Dahlia Lithwick shows just how empty the case against same-sex marriage really is, and uses the decisions on Prop 8 this past week to do it.
Good news! The world is happier today than it was in 2007.
Sam Anderson’s piece on Charles Dickens World in the NY Times is brilliant if only for its description of the Great Expectations Boat Ride. But the whole thing is worth reading.
Tesla (remember them?) unveiled a new model of car, and says it will begin deliveries in 5 months. That I will likely never be able to afford one does nothing to lessen my excitement over this car.
The Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg prizes in poetry were awarded recently. Congratulations to all the winners. I interviewed Mary Rosenberg, who administers the prize, back in 2009 for The Rumpus, back when I was a brand-new poetry editor.
