Monthly Archives: December 2010

To use or not to use

I’m not talking about drugs. “Doesn’t Twitter, Facebook, and blogging sound like bad sex?” my friend in Maine asked on the phone the other day. “Do you want to blog? No, I don’t want to blog with you!” would be … Continue reading

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Controlling — and opening — minds in Arizona

Ethnic studies end in Arizona on Jan. 1. The conservative state legislature is really calling for an end to teaching about social justice. What the hell. It’s OK to teach about a genocide relating to one ethnic group, such as … Continue reading

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“Generosity”

What a title. What an author. Eight of Richard Powers’ nine novels now reside on our coffee table, each waiting to be chosen by Dan or me for reading next. Dan has already read half the titles; Powers is that … Continue reading

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Getting stuff done

I’m not getting anything done because I feel crappy, but part of my brain seems to be working. Going to the doctor soon to see if I have a sinus infection. But Quack! Quack! Congress got something done in what … Continue reading

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A family of Schragers

Their posed photograph at cousin Alan’s bar mitzvah sits on my desk. Only seven of the twenty-seven Schrager family members are still alive. It was more than 50 years ago when Sid, my smiling father, had his arm around two … Continue reading

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An author’s racket: Clive Cussler

Do you know any bestselling authors whose names appear on their book covers but they didn’t write their books? We were at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe on Friday evening, looking for a way to pass the time. Clive Cussler … Continue reading

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Believing what you see: the information desk

We had three hours to kill in Phoenix. Connor’s plane would arrive late from Eugene and we weren’t sure what time he was landing. There was only one sensible thing to do: head over to the Mesa Gateway Airport to … Continue reading

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