“A drinking buddy turned me on to these stories.  I looked for the book after we’d been out bar hopping but couldn’t find it.  Barnes and Noble said they could order it.  I didn’t know much about chinchillas before the book arrived.  Fascinating!”

Gregg Alexander, frontman of the nineties alternative band New Radicals, reached a significant legal milestone over the weekend after he was arrested for the one-hundredth time. Like all past charges against the singer-songwriter, he was once again booked for assault.

Sometimes I feel like the world really is on fire. It’s hard to believe that at the beginning of the year, that was literally true in Australia, and 2020 has been relentless with the amount of upheaval, both good and bad, that has taken place–and the year isn’t even half over!

“I’ve always loved you, Jessica,” I type in the messaging app of my friend’s iPod Touch.  “I won’t let anyone get in the way of our love.” Although Jessica and I did make out once, I’m not in love with her. I’m writing to her under the clever alias “Jason Smith” because my friend, Ceci, and I are bored.

My 7-year-old asked me what astronauts eat, and because I haven’t kept up with the culinary advances of space cuisine over the past 30 years, I decided to look it up. I remember food in tubes and freeze-dried bricks, but now astronauts eat irradiated meat and “shelf stable tortillas.” Sounds like a good time.