Archive for September, 2000

VOL. VI, NO. 9: September 30, 2000

Saturday, September 30th, 2000

Number 9? Number 9? Number 9? Theodore Roosevelt once said: “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena who strives valiantly.” Thanks, Teddy. But who the fuck would fit that description on the […]

VOL. VI, NO. 8: September 23, 2000

Saturday, September 23rd, 2000

I’m sitting here on a beautiful autumn weekend morning in Connecticut with “Three’s Company” on the tube behind me and my phenomenal girlfriend, Samantha, beside me. We’re still recuperating from Thursday’s benefit concert for recently-departed Allman Brothers and Gov’t Mule bassist Allen Woody. Life is good. That is, if you ignore the fact the Chargers […]

VOL. VI, NO. 7: September 15, 2000

Friday, September 15th, 2000

In the stinging critique of American academia, Dinesh D’Souza writes that “Justice is simply the will of the stronger party.” It sure as hell felt like that on Sunday. But was the stronger party really the New Orleans Saints? I still have a hard time accepting that. Sure, they’re such much improved from last year, […]

VOL. VI, NO. 6: September 8, 2000

Friday, September 8th, 2000

Since my little sister is getting married this Saturday, I thought I’d share an appropriate anecdote. When my sister was having a birthday party sometime during the 1980s, my mother suggested that the video she rented, “Sixteen Candles,” wasn’t suitable for her and her party guests. Frustrated with having to go back to the video […]

VOL. 6, NO. 5: September 3, 2000

Sunday, September 3rd, 2000

One evening during my childhood, my family and I were having dinner when I decided to stick my hands in the asparagus. My father turned to me and said “There’s an implement for that and it’s not for grazing.” To this day, I have no idea what that meant. That’s kind of how I view […]