Jay B.

Now, I don’t want to jump to conclusions… So let’s look forward. Let’s not quibble about who screwed whom. After all, as I was reminded in a previous post, those dumb fishermen Cajuns/Vietnamese/Croats were, in many ways, just as guilty as the multi-national oil corporation whose epic oopsie was simply a mistake no one could [...]

This is the premise: It’s Sunday afternoon (On this particular Sunday afternoon, I’m simmering some Chile Verde, having a Sierra Nevada Torpedo IPA and waiting for some Angeleno friends to come over so I can make distasteful Kobe jokes all afternoon while rooting for those stalwart Hibernian b’ballers from Boston to take a 3 – [...]

The great food writer Francis Lam in Salon reports on the death of an industry and a way of life. Humans, the better ones anyway, can understand the enormity of a problem — in this case, say, the death of the Louisiana Gulf Coast — and empathize with those affected by tragedy. But it doesn’t, [...]

When TBogg wrote me, revealing his plan to ditch you guys and write Navajo poetry and sell vibe-infused rocks in Sedona — now that all the dusky-types are fleeing the state, he figured it was a good time to fleece the New Age White Supremacist market — and asked me to help snark-sit his joint, [...]