For that No. 18 NYTMag piece, Frank Bruni crawled through Wallace's medicine cabinet in Bloomington, Illinois and listed its contents, from antidepressants to whitening toothpaste to acne cream. I blame Bruni for fouling up my chances to interview Wallace a few years later. In deferring my request, which he did quite nicely, he called the experience of press interviews "very painful to me."
85. is actually titled "Tell You Why Tomorrow." The Warner years get less than their due sometimes.
@hockeymom GEARDADDIES! "Stupid Boy" charmed me way back when.
This is America. People do whatever the fuck they feel like doing, you got a problem with that? Because they have a right to. And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them. As a result, this country has one of the worst economies in the world. When it gets down to it — we're talking trade balances here — once we've brain-drained all our technology into other countries, once things have evened out, they're making cars in Bolivia and microwaves in Tadzhikistan and selling them here — once our edge in natural resources has been made irrelevant by giant Hong Kong ships and dirigibles that can ship North Dakota all the way to New Zealand for a nickel — once the Invisible Hand has taken all those historical inequities and smeared them out into a broad global layer of what a Pakistani bricklayer would consider to be prosperity – y'know what? There's only four things we do better than anyone else:
high-speed pizza delivery
"You did WHAT to your Sea Monkeys?!?" http://t.co/udoCn0C
@IBentMyWookie Needs metric work, but otherwise a hit!
@Bittersweet Grasses? Pshaw. Days of Heaven.
Yanks who romanticize living in England annoy me. CCTV, prior restraints on the press, the class system, the plumbing ... it's fucking terrifying.