Tuesday, June 18, 2013


The pass from Jaromir Jagr was perfect: straight through the heart of the crease, sending the puck just high enough to float over the tangled sticks of Milan Lucic and Brent Seabrook like some tiny hovercraft. (Katie Baker via Grantland)

Monday, March 25, 2013

...or whatever

Just then, in Small Workroom 4, Rachel, I guess thinking the Spiderhead empty, got up and did this happy little shuffle, like she was some cheerful farmer chick who'd just stepped outside to find the hick she was in love with coming up the road with a calf under his arm or whatever. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

it's a twofer!

The autumn colors, that glinting river, that lead-colored cloud pointing down like a rounded arrow at that half-remodled McDonald's standing above I-90 like a castle. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

I'll leave this one up to your imagination

He looked like a skeleton with a mullet. (Tenth of December by George Saunders)

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Spanish Aficionados

"Like hungry children let loose at a buffet, Barcelona fans can often be guilty of overindulging." Sam Borden of the NYTimes (Article Here)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

'Tis Rotten

Fueled by the insatiable advertising needs of the Food Network and a viewing public suddenly interested in distinguishing deglazing from deveining, the staid format established by Julia Child and Jacques Pepin was chucked into the garbage like spoiled milk. (Andy Greenwald via Grantland)

Friday, February 01, 2013

Holy, but not potable

In the doorway, the young vicar attempts to engage them. He holds a hand to his doughy waist like a nervous old woman, a flop of brown hair falls across one temple. (NW by Zadie Smith)

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Well worth it (he says sarcastically)

...a university degree is like a bungee cord, lowering in and pulling out with dangerous velocity. (NW by  Zadie Smith)

Monday, January 21, 2013

The club was called Delvecchio's, and it sat amid an expanse of blacktop like a cruise ship on a flat, dark sea. (All Shook Up by T.C. Boyle)
Before I could react, her voice was coming at me, soft and passionate, syllables kneading me like fingers. (All Shook Up by T.C. Boyle)