I’m off for the weekend! That’s the schedule I’m trying to keep, at least one post every weekday and no blogging on the weekend. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m not obsessing over the blog. I’m giving myself a crash course in web design over at Upper Fort Stewart’s secret evil twin test site. Right…

Now that I’m finally finishing up The New Penguin History of the World (who knew there was so much to know about penguins?) today seems like a perfect time to begin a review of my grand, accidental experiment in History. Somehow I managed to grow up suspecting the world was illusory. I blame this on…

Poor George Orwell. You had to go and get yourself on the high school curriculum, didn’t you? “i give this book one star i had to read it for class and i know it’s suposed to be a “classic” but god itis awful. first of all its NOTHING like the future is probly going to…

I remember flipping through the The Tibetan Book of the Dead at the used book store and wondering why anyone interested in Buddhism would ever read it. Mark Bearn of The New Statesman ponders that groovy gas himself and also wonders why anyone ever reads it: “One could tolerate this if there was also profound…