M. Evan Wolkenstein

If you’re keeping up with this 30 day write-o-rama, you know I’m in Milwaukee doing the serious business of grieving the passing of my Uncle in the way that Jews do: we eat. We tell stories. We nag each other. My father and mother picked me up at the airport, we bought some frozen custard (my Uncle’s favorite), and we brought it to my Aunt and Uncle’s condo. There, in the living room sat my Uncle’s chair. I suppose it’s no longer actually my Uncle’s living room or my Uncle’s

Battlestar Galactica teaches us much about cutting corners. This is day 2 of a New Years Resolution. When we were young, our teachers and parents said “Always do your best.” That seemed like a good idea, until many of the things asked of us were totally dumb. 30 long division exercises. Do your best? No. Waste of time. Do them until you understand how to do it, then go play Pitfall. Clean your room. Do your best? No. When you’re 13, a clean room is of dubious benefit. Push st