“Yeah, man! I’m naked, man! I’m naked on a bike next to your car! Sorry!!”

That’s what a naked guy on a bicycle said to me when I was driving home the other day, and got stuck beside an endless procession of naked people on
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First impressions of the David Foster Wallace biopic

Finally got my hands on a screener of the forthcoming David Foster Wallace biopic, “The End of the Tour.” It’s an adaptation of an unpublished Rolling Stone interview/Although Of Course You
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The Hummingbird

Maisie and John were playing tennis in Glendale. That’s when John saw it: a hummingbird hovering over the court, about eight feet above the net. “Look!” said John. “There’s
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Diary of a hike

Ah! Hiking! It’s good for the spirit! See? Flowers! Growing in nature! Say, what’s that purple thing? A balloon from a child’s birthday party, no doubt. It has  been known
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I always forget this about the Buddha

This part of the story: One afternoon, when he was 29, Siddhartha fell into a rage. He went into the other room, where his children sat quietly. The first
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