Wit has truth in it.

It’s difficult to believe that this journey to which I’ve submitted myself ends in five days. The DVD box sets (my complete eleven season of Frasier, two seasons of Arrested Development and Veronica Mars, and single season of 30 Rock) have gathered much dust in the last weeks. Honestly, it’s been easy. Maybe too easy. […]

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In the 19 days since I gave up television, I’ve read three entire books for pleasure. This alone is worth all the effort.
I’ve taken to reciting the Lord’s Prayer recently. The language is so beautiful. If I’m particularly tense, I close my eyes and start by reciting it slowly, focusing on my breathing, in and […]

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Matt and Kyle just walked by my room and invited me to join them for American Gladiator, a pseudo-reality show where steroid-popping neanderthals smack each other with foam Q-tips while grunting and dragging their knuckles. Normally, I would find such displays reprehensible. Tonight, I’m oddly compelled to join them.

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While dedicated Catholics barricade themselves against today’s unseasonable highs and trundle off to the nearest parish to have a robed rector spread two smudges across their forehead, I’m sitting on the seventeenth floor of Philly’s PNB building and sorting through a list of Philadelphia blogs, looking for a few good sites where I can solicit […]

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