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“Man [sic] cannot live on beer and the Polish smoked sausage in the fridge alone. Sometimes, he must send out for curry.” – Empire of Dirt

Check it out at Fortean Bureau: “Imagine a farmhouse surrounded by snow. Not a thin layer of soft, flaky whiteness, the kind you might see in more civilized climates–this is Northern Michigan, where the snow falls and falls until it buries the roads, covers the windows, and mounts up before the door. The nearest neighbors

The power throughout most of Parsippany, NJ went out this morning around 6am, and by 10am, all of us in the office were figuring out ways to get the hell out of town for the weekend. I hopped a train(s) into Brooklyn, and am currently spending my time hanging out at Brendan’s until Saturday’s touchdown

Right-wing Eye for the Left-leaning Guy. I snickered. via feministing

I’ve been holding off talking about the killing of federal judge Joan Humphrey Lefkow’s family in Chicago because, literally, it happened about 8 blocks from my house. A little fucking close to home. I was coming home from O’Hare the night of the day the story broke, and found a host of television vans with

Why the fuck her trainer put her in a “pro” fight after less than two months of training… shit. This is why women’s boxing gets a bad rap. There’s nothing inherently wrong with ritualized violence (sports), so long as everybody knows what they’re getting into and everybody plays by the ritual’s rules. When you don’t,

So, Ikea’s getting tapped for its sexist male-only assembly brochures. Living in a place where Jenn and I (yes, that’s two women, no men) put together every stick of the copious Ikea furniture in the place, I find the idea of hiding the sexism in furniture manuals by pleading it’s about “not offending” people (like

From a speculative essay on the origin of human history, by our dear friend and philosophy canon member Immanuel Kant: “In the course of time, however, the growing luxury of the town-dwellers, and in particular the seductive arts in which the women of the towns surpassed the unkempt wenches of the wilderness, must have been

Another day, another dollar. Back in New Jersey. Last fucking week in NJ, dammit. Only mildly sleep deprived, because I was smart enough to take a Tylenol PM last night. Stuck in the Tuesday conference calls of doom: eight to nine hours of `um. Yum. Here’s a great idea for running your project – Fly

Jason’s got some thoughts up on polyamory (I’m going to say polyamory as opposed to polygamy, because I feel that polyamory implies that everyone involved is marrying *each other* as opposed to polyandry or polygmany, in which it’s more along the lines of one person of one sex marrying a bunch of people of the