My dad has a ‘thing’ for shoes. I’m not really sure where this strange obsession began, but at least it’s only a specific type of shoes. He buys running shoes the way some people buy Catcher in the Rye. This works well for me, since I haven’t bought tennis shoes in five [...]
Honest to god, I hope Annika Sorenstam wins the Colonial just to shut Vijay Singh’s fucking mouth. Personally, I don’t care that she’s the first women in decades to play on a PGA tour event. If she can do it, let her do it (that said, I don’t think she can do it [...]
The article titled If We Run Out of Batteries, This War is Screwed running in the June 2003 issue of Wired talks about the most important, least glamorous part of flighting a modern war: signal corps. They’ve advanced a damn long way since the days of trumpets and semaphore, that’s for damn sure.
Caddell [...]