“Conchologist” is a fancy word. You don’t
become a conchologist by earning a degree, however, but through a deep
and abiding interest in sea shells. This week, the Oregon Society of
Sometimes you’re toast before the green flag falls.
We couldn’t compete
with the swell of creative force fueling the Stumptown 40 adult Pinewood
Derby. Past races have seen models made to lo
Two decades later, what do you remember about The Golden Girls?
I had to squint, but the Elvis impersonator in the back
row at Sophia’s wedding looked awfully familiar. That forehead. That
weird mouth. Yes, Quentin Tarantino was on The Golden Girls.
You’re not rich, but on Kentucky Derby day, you can act like it.
Horse races, like sex, are about mostly
anticipation. And while the Kentucky Derby—like sex—only lasts two
minutes, the elaborate celebrations around racing’s biggest event last
all day. O
It’s a big weekend for the smug and
self-congratulatory. Saturday is Record Store Day, a celebration of
crass consumerism and the fetishization of impractical and outdated
technology. Sunday i
Want to befriend an ape? Learn to speak his language.
Apes seem like hairier versions of
ourselves—playful, inquisitive and quick to throw feces when angered.
For decades, we’ve been dressing them as bellhops, teaching them to ride
There is a war on Easter. Sure, I could try to sugarcoat
it—to disguise the truth in shiny tinfoil—but the truth is that Obama
and his fellow socialists want everyone to think this is a holida