ISIS, Kid Rock, and the Death of Compassion
Today, we talk about two wars. Both challenge essential freedoms we have long taken for granted. In troubled times,…
March 4, 2015Today, we talk about two wars. Both challenge essential freedoms we have long taken for granted. In troubled times,…
March 4, 2015The Mets are in camp; they’ve yet to play a spring training game. That comes Friday, against the Tigers. Signs are good: Matt Harvey can throw well following Tommy John surgery; David Wright is healthy (at least for now); everything else seems to be in…
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You have surely noticed that the Internet is absolutely lousy with these lists where someone assigns a band to…
March 2, 2015Arthur Winthrop, the headmaster of Thomas Greene’s title, is in his fifties; he’s settled, comfortable, the head of the…
February 27, 2015In this episode: Kate and Sally catch you up on their lives, from how charming and wonderful Norm Lewis is to friend breakups that suck. They discuss emails from a couple of listeners, including one who has figured out the perfect way to trick aggressive bros out of leaving you alone in a bar. (Hint: It involves using heteronormativity as a weapon…in a subversive way.) They then answer a listener’s question about healthy relationships and how to, like, have one? (Spoiler: We can only guess.)
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The Bartender is joined by Norm Lewis and The Bitchy Waiter for another wonderful live show. PLUS a listener shout out, and we play Craigslist Ad or Casting Notice with Jordan McDonough! Recorded at Union Hall in Brooklyn, NY.
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The fairly unspectacular memories that follow are dedicated to Alan Zweibel, who was inordinately kind to a 14-year old…
February 24, 2015Listen, no person, no matter how much they froth with opinions, should be above an occasional mea culpa, and…
February 23, 2015Cornwall, Connecticut was briefly the site, in the early 19th century, of The Heathen School, established to educate the…
February 20, 2015Like last week’s TBT, this is a memory from my law school years; this one from the spring of 1968, when I was a first year law student and, as a transplant from Florida to Massachusetts, experiencing my first real spring since I was a child. I had spri…
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