April 30, 1980 As is often the case, I awoke this morning in Lukla to the sound of goats in my spotty accomodations.  I ate a large breakfast in anticipation of the day’s hike to Everest base camp.  An American will be meeting me there in two days for a summit attempt.  Based on what little information I [...]

In light of his apology to Armando and the gracious response of Senor Galarraga, I’d like to mention that my violent feelings of murderous death rage have subsided over the past few hours. The post stands as a monument to the anger that once existed, replaced now by a silent, seething resentment toward this ugly [...]

On 2nd June, 2010, Armando Galarraga pitched a perfect game. This will be true in the state of Michigan until the inland sea reclaims the mitten. May your car never be free of pigeon-shit, and your omelettes never be free of band-aids, as long as ye shall live. In the grand pantheon of American incompetence, [...]