Posts Categorized: Human Interest

Shame

I got kicked out of the YMCA today. I’d met my graphic designer’s wife there to help her with her weight routine, as part of our logo trade. Once we hit the machines, we were promptly instructed to stop. No outside trainers, they said; there’s too much liability involved. I’m completely embarrassed, because I should… Read more »

The Mystery of the En Dash

Before I worked in publishing, I didn’t know what the en dash was. It’s a dash the width of a capital letter N, and it’s used in place of a hyphen in open compounds. For example, we’d use one instead of a hyphen in the compound adjective “Pulitzer Prize–winning.” (I don’t think that’s visible here,… Read more »

Anyone But Hummer

Today the front page of the Raleigh News and Observer ran this story about bands refusing to sell their songs to GM for use in Hummer ads. It’s not an issue of selling out—they just don’t want to be associated with consumption that conspicuous. Kudos!

Locks of Love at Starlu

Click here to read about the Locks of Love event at Starlu in Durham, Wes’s favorite restaurant. Sam Poley, the chef/owner, is a sweet, affable guy. If you have ten inches of hair, here’s your chance to be on The Today Show. You’ll get breakfast in return, which is sure to be more satifsying than… Read more »

Going Method

Dear Lindsey, I love your American impulse, but what were you thinking? Celebrate once it’s over, honey!!! Love,Sage

Lazy in Lubberland

Surely there is no place in the world where the inhabitants live with less labour than in North Carolina. It approaches nearer to the description of Lubberland than any other, by the great felicity of the climate, the easiness of raising provisions, and the slothfulness of the people. . . . To speak the truth,… Read more »

Furthermore

On the subject of bottoms and banjos, Jonathan Coulton’s masterful cover of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s “Baby Got Back.”

Photo by Bear

Since bottoms are hysterical in our house, I performed an elaborate bottom-shaking dance to banjo music to get these smiles.

Yogi Bear-ism

My parents, whom we call Bear and Banjo, came for a visit this weekend, as I was miserable with a deeply entrenched head cold. They fed us a wonderful take-out dinner from Aurora and helped occupy the kids so I could rest. We watched the Wake Forest-Charlotte basketball game. Watching sports with Bear is always… Read more »