I spent last weekend up in Vermont, and a post about the trip is long overdue at this point… The occasion was the wedding of a friend of Kate’s, at the Sleepy Hollow Inn in Huntington, VT. We were scheduled to leave Saturday morning, but thanks to last week’s slush storm, were a bit delayed. [...]
This one is for my redneck Weston-Harvard-jewish-techie former roommate: How do you cheat at NASCAR?
Hans Wegner made some pretty kickin’ chairs. (Which I never would have known about if it weren’t for Witold Rybczynski’s piece in Slate today.)
And now I have proof.
I am choosing not to acknowledge that Super Bowl XLI every happened. Seriously.