Fifty

It’s my 50th birthday, and for some time now I’ve been telling people that I’d like to forego a party in favor of a simple existential crisis, which seems a whole lot simpler and less likely to make a mess of my house. In practice, that means that my plan …

Going to Eleven

I would say that I hate treadmills, but everybody hates treadmills, so there’s no reason to bother. Also, every morning I drive past a couple of people who clearly loathe treadmills way more than I do and probably have dibs on this conversation. These people run outside in 15 degree …