You know it’s coming, but it’s still humbling

I’m kind of weirded out at how good Tulane has been at keeping track of me as an alumni. And no, I don’t just mean in terms of following up about donating money back.

Take a look at this interview one of the gals over in the Political Science Department did with me earlier in the week. I’m reaching new levels of alumni nerdiness over in this corner of New York City…

Check it out here.

Cue the next comeback kid of politics: Anthony Weiner is running for mayor of NYC

Well, the timing of the announcement (in the middle of the night) was a bit bizarre, but it’s nothing people haven’t been saying for a few weeks now.

In the ad announcing his candidacy (embedded above) he acknowledges:

Look, I made some big mistakes, & I know I let a lot of people down. But I also learned some tough lessons.

I know NYC never sleeps, but does it forgive?

And now a word from “Stuff Hipsters Hate”

This was just too good not to post:



Protecting Themselves from the Elements

Winter: What’s that, you say the wind chill is negative twenty degrees? Psht. Mittens and ear muffs are for those who want to feel. Puffy coats are for the weak and pampered. I like the cold. It numbs me. It helps me live in a cocoon spun from Parliaments, literature and existential thought.

Spring, Summer, Fall: Yes, I am aware that it has begun to rain. No no, I’m not going to pop open an umbrella or step under that scaffolding. Instead I’ll round my shoulders and drop my head to my chest in an even more exaggerated Charlie Brown position and keep walking, stepping in time to the exceptionally depressing Jolie Holland song crooning through my iPhone. When the outside matches the mood I’m in, I’m so fucking miserable/delighted, I can’t even tell you.