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 My pal Sharon Oreck, in whose Los Feliz kitchen I sit, is releasing her first book,

My admiration for my friend Michael Totten grows exponentially with the number of countries he travels to and writes about. He's made his career as an international correspondant under his own terms, and is as good as anyone writing in the field.

More of interest to Portlanders: check out Maxine Bernstein's page 1 Metro section piece on restaurateur Tom Hurley. You remember Tom. Ran a Portland restaurant that failed, blamed Portlanders for being rubes about

Over the course of the past two years, I have accepted various invitations to join online writers groups, and promptly ignored all interaction with said same. Well. Today the call came from Redroom.com, to blog about one's neighbors, and I thought, hey, I have something on that. From the Los Angeles vaults.

The older I get, the more of a crock of shit I realize the whole, "we can have it all!" cri de couer of the 70s was. You know what? If you have kids, and you work, you surely can have it all, and then some, as Katie Rosman

"... the big distinction between good art and so-so art lies somewhere in the heart's purpose, the agenda of the consciousness behind the text. It's got something to do with love. With having the discipline to talk out the part of yourself that can love instead of the part that just wants to be

Apparently, this is the company I run with: my article on sexting, "Anatomy of a Child Pornographer," for Reason magazine, named amongst the

I was told yesterday about a restauant here in Portland that doesn't pay its bills, putting the landlord in a doubly tough spot: he'd previously run and closed a restaurant at the location, and is carrying the paper for the new tenant. Meaning, he lost his shirt on his own venture, and is now losing it with

My pal Joel Millman has a