Tonight Leonard and I are going to see The Man Who Wasn't There, the new Coen brothers flick, at a free campus preview. Ads and reviews describe the film as a noir sendup. We'll see. …
I find David Denby's Slate article on how Americans can spread the good word (We aren't so bad, here's what's good about our culture) inspiring in a way I have never been inspired before.
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, ooh ooh diddy, tell me about the anthrax found at a mail processing facility in Kansas City. In retrospect, I was kinda foolish to hope that anthrax would confine itself to …
Philip Zimbardo and Stanley Milgram went to the same high school. Also, a band exists entitled "Stanford Prison Experiment." One reason I was poking around for information relating to Zimbardo: I've recently started using the …
I found myself, over the past few days, repeating "Happy Halloween!" in a strange, half-macabre voice. Yesterday, I finally remembered why. When I lived in Freeborn Hall, I knew Mike Carns, and his aunt had …
I wrote a poem a few weeks ago. Here it is. Consistency Bias Negotiating with a terrorist! I did it every day -- no gracious dance Would save me from my dad. There's no romance …
I attended Professor Reginald Zelnik's office hours earlier this semester. He teaches Imperial Russian History -- and quite well, too, if I may add. I waited outside as he talked with another student. A woman …
Yesterday afternoon, I saw a young Sikh boy turn the corner of Milvia and Channing, carrying a cricket bat. Cricket! Crikey! I wonder if there are cricket pickup matches at some undisclosed location in Berkeley. …
Avoiding dangling participles in Russian class: "I can hear the TV and I can hear Pavel." "But can the television hear you?" "Ahhh... Televizor, eto Bolshoi Brat. [Television, it is Big Brother.]"
Defensive patriotism: My parents hang a little US flag in their car, held in place by the sunshade for the front passenger seat. A few days ago, I sat there and the thing dangled right …
