Dollar Sign

I was lucky enough not to have any major wind or flood damage from the various storms that have hit the area in the past few weeks (another one is coming tomorrow), but that doesn’t mean I’ve come though unscathed.

I lost my S.

I was getting my mail out of the mailbox yesterday when I noticed that the first “S” in my last name is missing. The stick-on letter must have blown away in the wind. For reasons you can probably figure out by looking at my last name I don’t want to leave it that way, so I rummaged though the junk drawer to find a replacement letter. Turns out I’m all out of the letter “S” (they really should include a few more) and putting any other letter completely changes my name.

So I’m going with the dollar sign. I don’t think anyone will notice since it’s basically an “S” with a thin line through it that isn’t too visible unless you’re up close. And as someone once said – I think it was Raymond Chandler – if it’s good enough for Ke$ha, it’s good enough for me.


That’s the name of the winter storm that’s going to hit us tomorrow.

What, you didn’t know that they’re giving names to snowstorms now? They (and by “they” I mean The Weather Channel) name each winter storm the way we name hurricanes. This is pointless, but like many things that are pointless, it’s also irritating.

The two other storms we’ve had recently were named Quinn and Riley. So we have Quinn, Riley, and Skylar. Apparently the storms this particular winter are named after the friends your kid has in their kindergarten class.

We could get 20 inches, with gusty winds and blizzard conditions. I love snow and winter weather – I’ll always take a cold December day over a warm June day – but even I have my limits. And that limit is “three nor’easters in a week and a half.”

Dumb Stuff

Interesting piece in The New York Times on how some “dumb” tech can be better than the smart stuff companies keep inventing.

I know what he means. A pen and a notebook make more sense to me if I need to take notes than an iPad or app. I still have my Timex because I want my watch to just tell me one piece of information, the time, not access all of my other devices.  I’m already online 10 hours a day so I don’t need a phone that can access the web (not being on social media helps). I don’t even own a cell right now. When I do get one again it’s going to be a flip phone, because my main goal with it will be… to make phone calls.

Dumb can be easier, clearer, more comforting. You don’t have to always upgrade dumb. There’s something to be said about separating the media and technology we use every day, getting away from all the screens and buttons. It gives you some mental breathing room.

“The Internet Of Things” is supposed to be a step forward but I have no desire to access the web from my toaster.

I’m happy about all of the things we can experience, watch, listen to, and do in 2018 (including being able to post the words you’re reading right now), but sometimes I just want to party like it’s 1959.


Just a couple of hours into this storm, rain falling lightly against the windows, and the power has already gone out. It was only for five seconds, which is short enough not to get you frustrated but still long enough to mess up the clocks and the internet and the TV. A reboot morning.

The lights just flickered again. I better post this before I get knocked offl

Hark the Herald

I was sad to hear about the sale of The Boston Herald, though I’m hoping that sadness will be temporary. Maybe the paper will stick around and its employees with flourish under the new ownership, though most people who know about these things don’t think it will.

The Herald was the first major publication I ever wrote for on a regular basis. I freelanced for their arts and entertainment section. Long before he hosted his late night talk show, Jimmy Kimmel, promoting The Man Show, told me he was “a terrible misogynist but a wonderful father.” A very tired Martin Short called me to talk about his new daytime talk show and told me about the talk show he did in his attic when he was a kid. I got to ask Kurtwood Smith about his guest appearance on Stingray, even though the interview was supposed to be about That 70’s Show.

I talked to Al Franken about his new sitcom.

How was your Valentine’s Day? I’m in no position to truly enjoy Valentine’s Day. It was just Wednesday to me. Though I did write a poem that night.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
It’s Valentine’s Day
I’m eating frozen dinners alone

The Letter is coming. I’ve said that before, haven’t I? One of the best things about making it a quarterly is that I now have more freedom when it comes to when it comes out. No more monthly deadlines that had me scrambling, and I can make them longer. It will be out by the end of the month, and the next one will follow in about three months.

In the meantime, here’s this week’s Saturday Evening Post column, where I talk about my lack of interest in the Olympics, Abraham Lincoln’s cabin, new books, the last Peanuts strip, Vic Damone, and more.

Have a great weekend. Supposed to snow tonight.

It Came From Five Things About Media and Technology Right Now

(I don’t know why I started giving these posts classic sci-fi/monster movie titles, but sometimes things just happen. Here’s Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11, and Part 12.)

1. My friend Will Leitch, who used to do the Two Writers Drinking series with me until he got to a career level where he needs to wear a suit and tie and put on makeup, has a new talk show on Amazon Channel’s Sports Illustrated TV. It’s called The Will Leitch Show, and his first guest is Tara Lapinski.

2. The Atlantic has gotten rid of their comments and launched…letters to the editor! This is a fantastic idea, one that I’ve been pushing for years. Comment sections have become garbage dumps, where people spew nonsense and hate, go to political extremes, start arguments, give their opinion without even reading the article, or leave spam, usually with spelling errors and questionable punctuation. Many comment sections aren’t even moderated, which is why they’ve become what they are (it’s the fault of the sites as much as the readers). Congrats to The Atlantic for favoring quality over quantity and bringing back common sense.

3. If you’re on Twitter – and I hope you’re not – you’ll see that the most-used phrase in bios is “RTs do not equal endorsement.” I’ve been thinking about this and it’s actually dead wrong, and a cop-out. If you retweet an obviously inaccurate piece of news or an insane conspiracy theory, aren’t you part of the problem? Sure, you may not agree with it or believe it, you’re just retweeting it to show how crazy/silly/funny people are being, but at the same time you’re still spreading that information through your timeline, and people have such short attention spans now that they often don’t know the difference. It all becomes part of the Twitter world, everything mixed together, and in a way actually becomes “real.” By retweeting it, especially without your own comment, you’re not helping.

4. Since we’re on the topic of Twitter, I’m glad to see that Richard Roeper wasn’t fired by The Chicago Sun-Times for buying Twitter followers. The buying of followers, disclosed in a New York Times story last week, isn’t illegal, and has been going on for a decade. People are overreacting. I mean, it’s more embarrassing and sad than anything else, and equally the fault of publishers who want their employees to get a lot of followers and to tweet and post on Facebook a lot and “brand” themselves and go viral. I wonder how many fake followers the Sun-Times had.

What this shows is how nothing good can happen when publications – and their writers – put so much emphasis on social media and clicks.

5. And in this week’s Saturday Evening Post column, I talk about Crock-Pots, Nutella riots in France, cartoonist Mort Walker, New England vs. Philly foods, and explain how the ’80’s band Marillion might have something to do with those Bud Light “Dilly Dilly!” commercials.