I'm on Lynch's side on this one. He *did* it, why does he have to talk about it in some formulaic ridiculous manner? Why sully the achievement by plastering it over with a bunch of bullshit?

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Here's my fav — a riff on that ridiculous maple syrup/lemon juice "cleanse" people were obsessed with a few years back. Bourbon, lemon juice (with cloves stuck in the peel if you feel like it), a dash of cayenne, a splosh of maple syrup, and hot water to top. Warming, delicious, and well-tested ....

Aww. My dad had a big, red (cough, crazy) Irish thoroughbred we named Clifford. Feet the size of frying pans.

My godmother lost an eye as a tot (one of the early incubator babies), and when we were kids, she kept a spare glass eye in a jar of fluid way up at the top of her bathroom closet. My cousin and I would charge the neighborhood kids to see it and tell them it was her REAL EYE! Bwha ha ha hah. So go baby Henry, if…

It was the 80s — none of us could imagine a world like we live in now, where gay boys and lesbian girls could grow up to have stable families and kids and all that. And then AIDs hit. So yeah, I had a couple of sweet sweet boyfriends who really wanted to be straight.

My first kiss has been married to his lovely husband for 10 years now. Granted, we are old enough that no one even thought being out in high school was possible, especially not for nice Catholic kids like us. One of my 2 gay ex-boyfriends.

Guy I lost mine too was sweet at the time (hence, my eternal fondness for "Dixie Chicken"), yet dumped me 2 weeks later for a girl named Peaches who dealt acid. Sigh.

It *is* the stupidest name ever. No, in my house, they are properly known as "the Robber Baron napkins."

I have these gorgeous old linen ones my grandmother passed down — from her robber baron grandparents. Seriously, they're like 3 feet square — and date from the turn of the last century. *There's* sustainability for you ...

People who will never sully said machine by actually making coffee in it (because it's too complicated, and no one read the directions). But it looks fancy and expensive and cool. So there.

But sympathizing with the victim wasn't her job. Reporting the story was her job, and it was her editors' job to make sure fact-checking was done. If she'd reported the discrepancies not as evidence that the victim was lying, but as evidence that such a traumatic event scrambles one's ability to put a coherent…

Where is the moose!? My dog and I were charged by a bull moose in rut a couple of months ago, and I'm still spooked. Rolled the puppy who got away without being stomped, while I hid behind a tiny pine tree. Although the time I was barked at by a very large bear was probably scarier. Bears have arms. The moose just…

Very cool! I always wanted 3b or 3c but alas, only have 3a with some weird straight sections.

Terry Gross drives me insane. Her relentless focus on autobiography in a 1:1 relationship with anyone's art makes me very very stabby. Somehow, she can't imagine the imagination. (And that Howard Stern got kind, and real, makes me kind of PMS weepy this evening. He is old enough to be her dad, and doesn't he have…

Now I just want to mutter "fenimist philately" under my breath all afternoon ...

Since my father abandoned us 25 years ago and moved to a foreign country, that's not going to happen. And since mom's an alcoholic with mental illness issues, she's not getting anywhere near my kids. Nice idea, but you need to have had parents in the first place.

I went to high school with a dozen or so women who went to Harvard or Wharton for their MBA, by our 20th reunion, there they all were in their linen shift dresses chirping about being "stay at home moms." By our 30th, some of them were back in the workforce, or running nonprofits, but they didn't have parity with…

I studied with Gary Snyder at UC Davis back in the 90s, and he was still upset that he'd never found Welch's body. They looked for weeks.

That was the sense I got too — like he was happy to be able to just talk to her. He's so warm and twinkly.

Huey's one of the biggest backers of the effort to repeal the Montana legislation denoting streams and rivers up to the high-water mark public property. Asshole.