Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Growing up in a sporadically practicing Jewish family, I harbored a quiet animosity toward Hanukkah. I know what you're thinking: What's not to like about Hanukkah? Eight crazy nights of loot compared to Christmas' paltry one; potato pancakes and chocolate coinage to offset the seven-month aftertaste of April's gefilte fish; and no schlepping to synagogue to atone for stolen Snickers bars or playground teasing.
[Read the rest of my Hanukah essay in the Sunday Oregonian. And my account to brave an adult spelling bee is here, in Portland Monthly mag.]
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I must confess that I, too, cringed at Mr. Obama's grammatical misstep. In my head, booming in surround sound: Invited Michelle and me! But then I bristled again, this time at myself, for what is arguably an unjustified reaction... Read more in the Dallas Morning News
Thursday, December 11, 2008
How will Venice's underwater dam work? - By Jacob Leibenluft - Slate