Saturday, April 01, 2006

On Baseball, Blondie, and the end of the world as we know it

Recent columns by Thomas Dimopoulos

is a Group. An Interview with Deborah Harry, Chris Stein and Clem Burke, as they prepare to hit the road in 2006.

'You look good in blue. It matches your skin, your eyes dripping with pain,' the voice cooed. 'If it's alright with you - I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on.'
This was New York, 1977, on the Bowery, where a view from the curb was blocked by crooked piles of garbage stacked yards high and sitting undisturbed except for the occasional scamper of rodents scouring for a morsel to consume. Read more here.

In eight minutes
, the world will explode. What would you do?

I have a love-hate relationship with cable TV.
I suspect a lot of people do. Read more here.

New memories out of old ballfields: Baseball in April.

Nick Collins stood on the baseball diamond pushing a rake across the infield dirt.
'With the glory,' joked the vice president of The Saratoga American Little League,
'comes the raking.' Read more here.