Statistics show---and as we know by now, these cannot be wrong---that Saturday is the least likely day that people like to ponder statistics. Traffic on this blog is at its…

Here's proof that the unnameable Day's---a.k.a. "holiday", a.k.a. "holidays", a.k.a. (rare) "holy day"---spirit is in all of us. Plus sure evidence that Shakespeare was right (yet again). One grand lady…

Stephen Bloom is a long-time professor of journalism ("Double spacing has twice as much space as single spacing", "On-line journals are called 'blogs'") at the University of Iowa. Bloom thinks…

The (we hope eventually) prodigal son of William F. Buckley said in his New Yorker obituary on Christopher Hitchens: As for the wit...one day we were talking about Stalin. I…

  The movement began with a rally on the Capitol steps, then proceeded by parade to Cesar Chavez park, at 10th and J streets, where it mingled with the folks…

I hate, loathe, and abominate the mouse. Nay, not the wee sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie that I chase with a hockey stick (a hard-to-find, left-handed Easton) each winter through my…

I have not owned a car since the summer of 1998, when I sold for a pittance a rattly Dodge Omni I had been driving for a decade. In New…