The Art of Kebab, Storytelling

It’s probably not what they’re looking for, but whenever anyone tells me that they are headed to Santorini, my one and only recommendation is that they head to Lucky’s for the world’s best souvlaki. Call it what you will – souvlaki,...

Echar la Mano, Part I

Motherfucking piece of fucked up useless shit. Hijo de la puta madre. I kick the tire. It doesn’t make me feel any better. How in the fuck is a $30,000+ German luxury car going to come with a jack that could hardly lift a plate of pasta. I had been in such a...

Ruben Navarrette

Or, “Killing the Ventriloquist, Part II.” “Yeah, hi, I have a two part question. It seems like a lot of professors, specialists, and pundits are making the same arguments as you, but doing so on their weblogs. I was wondering if a.) you follow...

London calling, yes, I was there, too

Thursday, San Diego It’s 2:05 p.m. and we’re still on the tarmac. At least that’s the word everyone keeps calling it when they whisper into their cellphones; not pavement or concrete, not even runway, but tarmac. I wonder if tarmac1 is one of those...

Hay Dos Momentos en el Día

Whoever can name the source of that lyrical pun wins my eternal praise. While I taunt Abo with my daily dose of warm daylight and ultra-violet vitamin A, I must admit that mornings and nights have been torturously cold here in Sunny Diego. I don’t get it. As I...

Not As I Do

As if San Diego hasn’t gotten enough negative coverage in the major national press, today we were first column, front-page in the NY Times. A loony anti-immigrant, anti-government, anti-tax representative, Randy “Duke” Cunningham, pleaded guilty to...

Who Am I to Blow Against the Wind?

Judicial Hypocrisy I have to admit, during our stop and go, weekend-long brawl over judicial philosophy, HP did catch Myke on an ideological inconsistency. For reasons we’ve already gone over a thousand times, Myke and I are both for the federal legalization of...