The beauty of recycling… chandeliers
There’s a funky glass chandelier hanging above my dining room table. It’s big, it’s bold, and – in my humble opinion, at least – it’s beautiful. We’ve had it for years, so the regular...
Category: Humor
If Party Flyers Could Be Any More Awesome…
This might surprise you, but I’m not exactly the star of the club scene. I know a lot of you have imagined me as the center of attention, lowering my sunglasses to playfully scold supermodels for...
Men Dancing: A Taxonomy
To anybody that was in the 6th grade with me: if the cherished memory of your very first school dance was tainted when you inexplicably got hit in the face with a chicken finger, that was me. I can...
The new G.I. Joe movie: a tantalizing preview
These days, it’s hardly worth waking up on Saturday morning, unless you somehow crave 30 minutes of nausea-inducing lights, screeching, and creepily bug-eyed characters. I’ve seen the animated...
Diddy and Bond: a match made in the pits of hell
Sean Combs is mystifying. He has gone through an evolution of names, from “Puff Daddy,” to “P.Diddy,” to just “Diddy.” Why he hasn’t completed the logical progression and started...
Are We Cool Yet?
When my brother-in-law went to pick up his ten-year old daughter Giovanna at a birthday party, he found her cavorting on top of a loudspeaker, strutting her stuff à la go-go dancer. Amused and a...
Facebook and Craigslist spread happiness and joy
I look at Facebook only occasionally. I usually update my status and send a few messages, but every two months or so, I really comb through, looking at pictures, reading notes, and so forth....
“Chinese Democracy” by Guns n’ Roses: hype, nostalgia, leather pants
I like the music of the people I find interesting. It’s very important to understand that I don’t have to like or even respect a person to find them utterly fascinating. Maybe that’s why bands...
Joseph Origami’s enlightened advice column
My dear friends, I have always known that I was special, that I was different from others around me. While the other boys and girls would play soccer or sit on the swings at recess, I was content to...
The sweet smell of Smurfcess
It was my birthday last Sunday. How old am I now? Dream on! All I’m willing to reveal is that in the past decade, the state of my eyesight can no longer be associated with regal birds featuring...