Do-Re-Moo
A report from the world of cow singing in England, where cattle stampede to hear Johnny Rotten imitations.
A report from the world of cow singing in England, where cattle stampede to hear Johnny Rotten imitations.
Come summer, a line is drawn between guys who doff their tops and those dressed in jacket, tie, and sneer.
Erik Estrada wants us to buy land, Ron Popeil wants us to shoot our salad. Promising a better life—free of ills financial and otherwise—when infomercials air on a Sunday morning, the effect can be downright spiritual.
Find a new band, listen to the single, expand to a few more songs, then a whole album, then all the albums, and finally, months later, you’ve exhausted their entire catalog—and listened to nothing else in between. Now: Repeat.
Before you know it, married life can become routine. One way to keep things interesting is by trolling video dating services. The consequences may be greater than you think.
Fitting in is hard to do. Left to your own imagination, is it better to be yourself—or be a California Raisin? A tale of fourth-grade woe.
City or country? Weekends of restoration or weeks of relaxation? With one renovated country house behind him, can our food writer take the plunge and finally open a preserves shop in the woods?
Sharing your name with a celebrity can be frustrating, especially when the two of you pursue the same occupation.
Who knew what evil once lurked in our hearts? Arsonists, accomplices, troublemakers all, here are nine lives of crime, cut short.
Laptops make writing easy to produce, and easy to erase. At least with typewriters you’re creating something that, however terrible, lives in the world.