It is Andrew’s and my great pleasure to introduce Choire Sicha as a new Contributing Writer for The Morning News. His most recent story is ‘Ronald Reagan and Reading Proust,’ a title a few readers complained about that’s a reference to Veronica Geng’s story, ‘Love Trouble Is
Thank you to everyone who came – it was a wonderful night, and we had a ball. Various head-counts put the crowd around 150-200 people, and though I can’t remember a single name of anyone I met for the first time, I do recall that everyone seemed to
The Morning Newsfourth-anniversary party is being held this Saturday and we hope you can make it. My guess is that a lot of people will come not knowing anyone. Some brave souls will strike up conversations with strangers; others will order a drink, stand around, then go home angry.
The decision has been made. It’s a step into the unknown, the mysterious. But it’s time. IT IS TIME. Goodbye Hotmail, farewell Spam-City. I’ve been considering this drastic move for months now, and after being told that both of my email inboxes are pretty much diaper
So here is the deal my friends: You are officially invited to join us for the TMN all-get-out roast and rip-roaring dukes, duchesses, and delinquent dons party celebrating our fourth year of existence. That is a week from this Saturday people. Note that this year there will
Sometimes all you’ve got is a gag, and no plot. And that’s exactly what I’m providing to you here (no charge) with some guesswork as to the surrounding circumstances that could be cooked up, were you to actually write something that had one of these. Some guy
Summer wasn’t all it could have been cracked up to be, is the way I’m looking at it now. I hate to poo-poo it, since it’s hardly ever worth true criticism, but it must be said: Summer 2003 never really came together. Or did it? Let’
The lights flickered, the computer blinked out (but not before I saved my Word doc! Ha!) there was a weird ‘chirping’ sound coming from outside the building. Something was definitely amiss. What was happening, however, was impossible to tell. What was pretty clear, however, was that I was going to
1. We visited friends this weekend in New Jersey. They had insisted we try ‘Fair Food,’ so, in all fairness, we tried all that we could afford. Not shown but also consumed: chicken on a stick, waffle ice cream sandwich, ‘maui punch’ made from goat milk. For more on Fair
Near my work there are these two parking lots. Well, one’s a lot and the other’s a garage, actually. But still, they’re in competition for any passing vehicles looking for a place to park. Both the lot and the garage employ a guy each who wears dungarees
