In Medias Res

Tomorrow we begin a family trip across the United States, going from Kansas to Colorado to Wyoming to Montana to Idaho to Washington state, ...

Gerry Rafferty, for whatever sort of personal quirk of memory, means summer to me. "Baker Street," of course, but also "Right...

Why haven't I read any of the classic Russian novels? Even though I should? Perhaps because as "Every Russian Novel Ever" demo...

This week I pulled from my shelf of old cassette tapes which I have at the office something that I haven't listened to in quite some tim...

My friend Michael Austin has become a skilled pundit, and his observations on American politics are usually smart, historically informed, a...

1939 has been called Hollywood's greatest year often enough that, a short while ago, I decided to revisit (or, in a couple of cases, v...

A criminally underappreciated singer-songwriter, singing a great, little-known song, which is--obviously--just perfect for this month.

The fantastic tale of how Stephan Pastis, author and artist of the very fine (though not, in my humble opinion, truly great) comic strip Pe...

[Cross-posted to Front Porch Republic ] Via Rod Dreher , I see that the occasionally interesting blog Postmodern Conservative has departe...

Peter Dinklage can make anything look good . Word.