Friday, December 22, 2006

things to do in denver when you're delayed

Did a recent snowstorm leave you stranded at the Denver airport? Here are some tips to make it fun:
  • While preparing to sleep on a row of chairs, tell people who walk by that you're "catching a few Zs mountain style!"
  • In the bathroom, close the door of the stall and make a lot of groaning noises, then mutter to yourself "I'm coming up with some real big Denver Nuggets in here." After flushing the toilet, open the door of the stall and reveal actual gold nuggets to the unsuspecting bathroom patrons.
  • Sob loudly near the baggage claim. If someone tries to comfort you, say "It's just that I've never seen so many beautiful suitcases in one place."
  • On the second floor of Concourse D, there's a bagpipe store. That's probably pretty fun.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

drive

New York State Comptroller to resign.

Internet searches for "what is comptroller" increase by 12 %.

Friday, December 08, 2006

roasting on an open friar

Highlights from the secret roast of Donald Rumsfeld held this afternoon to celebrate his last day as Secretary of Defense.

"Ostriches called ... they want their ability to ignore problems back."
-John Berry (director of Smithsonian's National Zoological Park)

"Does Rumsfeld screw things up? I guess so. I haven't seen so many mistakes come to fruition since Roe v. Wade legalized abortion."
-Clarence Thomas

"I don't want to say that Donald Rumsfeld sucks ... but if he was a Sunday morning news show, he'd be 'This Week with George Stephanopoulos.'"
-Tim Russert

"Let's just say Rumsfeld did more damage to the Pentagon than Flight 77. (crowd moans and boos) You know, that joke would have cost me my Presidential bid if my association with Rumsfeld hadn't already done so."
-Colin Powell

"Rummy's already got a Presidential Medal of Freedom? Wow. Really? I haven't heard an ignorant useless piece of shit being overpraised that much since I read Tim Russert's Big Russ and Me."
-George Stephanopoulos

"I'm not going to risk my life appearing in public for this asshole. (his appearance was via pre-taped video) But seriously, Donald Rumsfeld is the kind of guy that makes me glad my daughter only fucks women."
-Dick Cheney

"Rumsfeld was a poor Secretary of Defense. And I know from poor ... I work at the World Bank. (crowd does not laugh) Ouch. I guess I shouldn't have let Halliburton write my jokes."
-Paul Wolfowitz

"I though Donald Rumsfeld would be a great Secretary of Defense. Now, I did get this memo ... (holds up memo entitled 'Rumsfeld Determined to Suck Inside the Department of Defense.') ... but it was historical information based on old reporting."
-Condoleezza Rice

"Let's give Rumsfeld some credit. Being Secretary of Defense is a hard job. Speaking of hard things ... (crowd moans) ... throbbing things ... (to Dennis Hastert) Can I finish this joke, Denny? ... (Hastert nods) ... You sure? This joke's a ticking time bomb ... I'll need a towel when I finish."
-Rep. Mark Foley

Thursday, December 07, 2006

take cover arizona

Ways to Commemorate the 65th Anniversary of Japanese Attack on Pearl Harbor
  • Use a Hollywood star-locating service to get the telephone number of famed movie director Michael Bay. Call him up. When he answers, struggle to your feet and angrily yell into the telephone: "Don't tell me what can't be done!" before collapsing back into your wheelchair.
  • Launch your own surprise attack ... on morbid obesity.
  • Go drinking at the VFW Hall. When it's your turn to make a toast, proclaim "The only thing we have to fear is .... beer itself." As the crowd of greatest generation veterans cheer and drink, have your friends sneak in and destroy the VFW Hall. Nobody will be expecting it.
  • All day long, refer to all Asians you see as either "Nips," "Japs," or "Krauts."
  • Begin using the Pearl Harbor attack as a benchmark of unfortunate events as in the following examples: "My computer just crashed -- this is the worst thing since Pearl Harbor" or "Your new haircut looks like the Japs launched a surprise attack on your head" or "Is there cilantro in this burrito? Hirohito! I hate cilantro!"

Friday, December 01, 2006

more adventures in the anagram trade

A collection of anagram titles for The New York Times' ten best books of 2006. The newspaper's summaries are included.

FICTION
I STAB DR. ANUS
By Gary Shteyngart
Shteyngart's scruffy, exuberant second novel, equal parts Gogol and Borat, is immodest on every level - it's long, crude, manic and has cheap vodka on its breath. It also happens to be smart, funny and, in the end, extraordinarily rich and moving. "Absurdistan" introduces Misha Vainberg, the rap-music-obsessed, grossly overweight son of the 1,238th richest man in Russia. After attending college in the United States, he is now stuck in St. Petersburg, scrambling for an American visa that may never arrive. Caught between worlds, and mired in his own prejudices and thwarted desires, Vainberg just may be an antihero for our times.

HEMP STORES OF YALE CHILLED TO ME, ETC.
By Amy Hempell
A quietly powerful presence in American fiction during the past two decades, Hempel has demonstrated unusual discipline in assembling her urbane, pointillistic and wickedly funny short stories. Since the publication of her first collection, "Reasons to Live," in 1985, only three more slim volumes have appeared - a total of some 15,000 sentences, and nearly every one of them has a crisp, distinctive bite. These collected stories show the true scale of Hempel's achievement. Her compact fictions, populated by smart, neurotic, somewhat damaged narrators, speak grandly to the longings and insecurities in all of us, and in a voice that is bracingly direct and sneakily profound.

POSE HERE, MR. RENT CHILD
By Claire Messud
This superbly intelligent, keenly observed comedy of manners, set amid the glitter of cultural Manhattan in 2001, also looks unsparingly, though sympathetically, at a privileged class unwittingly poised, in its insularity, for the catastrophe of 9/11. Messud gracefully intertwines the stories of three friends, attractive, entitled 30-ish Brown graduates "torn between Big Ideas and a party" but falling behind in the contest for public rewards and losing the struggle for personal contentment. The vibrant supporting cast includes a deliciously drawn literary seducer ("without question, a great man") and two ambitious interlopers, teeming with malign energy, whose arrival on the scene propels the action forward.

A HANDY FELT HOTEL
By Richard Ford
The third installment, following "The Sportswriter" (1986) and "Independence Day" (1995), in the serial epic of Frank Bascombe - flawed husband, fuddled dad, writer turned real estate agent and voluble first-person narrator. Once again the action revolves around a holiday. This time it's Thanksgiving 2000: the Florida recount grinds toward its predictable outcome, and Bascombe, now 55, battles prostate cancer and copes with a strange turn in his second marriage. The story, which unfolds over three days, is filled with incidents, some of them violent, but as ever the drama is rooted in the interior world of its authentically life-size hero, as he logs long hours on the highways and back roads of New Jersey, taking expansive stock of middle-age defeats and registering the erosions of a brilliantly evoked landscape of suburbs, strip malls and ocean towns.

CIAO PLAY: EPIC CLAMS SHIT PISSY TONIC
By Marisha Pessl
The antic ghost of Nabokov hovers over this buoyantly literate first novel, a murder mystery narrated by a teenager enamored of her own precocity but also in thrall to her father, an enigmatic itinerant professor, and to the charismatic female teacher whose death is announced on the first page. Each of the 36 chapters is titled for a classic (by authors ranging from Shakespeare to Carlo Emilio Gadda), and the plot snakes ingeniously toward a revelation capped by a clever "final exam." All this is beguiling, but the most solid pleasures of this book originate in the freshness of Pessl's voice and in the purity of her storytelling gift.

NONFICTION
HER FART GOT HUGE, THEN THRILL: A Memoir
By Danielle Trussoni

This intense, at times searing memoir revisits the author's rough-and-tumble Wisconsin girlhood, spent on the wrong side of the tracks in the company of her father, a Vietnam vet who began his tour as "a cocksure country boy" but returned "wild and haunted," unfit for family life and driven to extremes of philandering, alcoholism and violence. Trussoni mixes these memories with spellbinding versions of the war stories her father reluctantly dredged up and with reflections on her own journey to Vietnam, undertaken in an attempt to recapture, and come to terms with, her father's experiences as a "tunnel rat" who volunteered for the harrowing duty of scouring underground labyrinths in search of an elusive and deadly enemy.

WHEN GLOOM TORE IT: Al-Qaeda and the Road to 9/11
By Lawrence Wright

In the fullest account yet of the events that led to the fateful day, Wright unmasks the secret world of Osama bin Laden and his collaborators and also chronicles the efforts of a handful of American intelligence officers alert to the approaching danger but frustrated, time and again, in their efforts to stop it. Wright, a staff writer for The New Yorker, builds his heart-stopping narrative through the patient and meticulous accumulation of details and through vivid portraits of Al Qaeda's leaders. Most memorably, he tells the story of John O'Neill, the tormented F.B.I. agent who worked frantically to prevent the impending terrorist attack, only to die in the World Trade Center.

MAYOR FLEW: A Story of Courage, Community, and War
By Nathaniel Philbrick

This absorbing history of the Plymouth Colony is a model of revisionism. Philbrick impressively recreates the pilgrims' dismal 1620 voyage, bringing to life passengers and crew, and then relates the events of the settlement and its first contacts with the native inhabitants of Massachusetts. Most striking are the parallels he subtly draws with the present, particularly in his account of how Plymouth's leaders, including Miles Standish, rejected diplomatic overtures toward the Indians, successful though they'd been, and instead pursued a "dehumanizing" policy of violent aggression that led to the needless bloodshed of King Philip's War.

LIVER SMOOTHIE, DAMN ME: A Natural History of Four Meals
By Michael Pollan

"When you can eat just about anything nature has to offer, deciding what you should eat will inevitably stir anxiety," Pollan writes in this supple and probing book. He gracefully navigates within these anxieties as he traces the origins of four meals - from a fast-food dinner to a "hunter-gatherer" feast - and makes us see, with remarkable clarity, exactly how what we eat affects both our bodies and the planet. Pollan is the perfect tour guide: his prose is incisive and alive, and pointed without being tendentious. In an uncommonly good year for American food writing, this is a book that stands out.

NICE PLANET-HEWN BEETS
By Rory Stewart

"You are the first tourist in Afghanistan," Stewart, a young Scotsman, was warned by an Afghan official before commencing the journey recounted in this splendid book. "It is mid-winter - there are three meters of snow on the high passes, there are wolves, and this is a war. You will die, I can guarantee." Stewart, thankfully, did not die, and his report on his adventures - walking across Afghanistan in January of 2002, shortly after the fall of the Taliban - belongs with the masterpieces of the travel genre. Stewart may be foolhardy, but on the page he is a terrific companion: smart, compassionate and human. His book cracks open a fascinating, blasted world miles away from the newspaper headlines.