November 2010
3 posts
I remember when my first born, now 18, first said “dada.” Today he said “There are only two decisions in life we can’t unmake: suicide and putting something on the internet.” That would have been enough, but he went on to finish with “And too often with kids my age, those two things are intertwined.”
Thinking back, there was a certain brilliance to the...
Listen to your Uncle: How To Not Get Followed Back... →
My Dear Things,
Many of you have buttonholed me to canvas my views as to how not to get followed back on Twitter. Some have even been so bold as to ask how to get dropped or even blocked. I applaud this can’t-do stance. I salute this regressive thinking. Just like the nasty little man in The…
I once ended up four crosstown blocks off-course in NYC because I was following, like an idiot zombie, two hyper stylish women with great asses. Realizing at last where I was and that I was about to be late for a meeting, I decided to pass them to at least see their faces for my trouble. One was a porcelain-delicate, trust fund waif of a stunning blond.
The other was Johnny Depp.
