Were truer words ever spoken?

After a week in DC learning the ropes at the new office, and a week in Chicago at N-TEN’s Nonprofit Technology Conference (which was great, actually–like the first wedding after your own), today I finally settled into what I expect to be doing most of the time for the next few years–working from home. That’s…

I just finished Franklin and Winston, Jon Meacham's stirring history of the personal relationship between FDR and Churchill that began in September 1939, shortly after the latter became First Lord of the Admiralty (and 8 months before he became Prime Minister), and lasted until Roosevelt's death in April 1945. It's a very good book, although…

Terry Teachout has a wonderfully contrarian critique of Arthur Miller in today’s Wall Street Journal.  Obituary writers have been falling all over themselves in their rush to sing Miller’s praises, but Teachout resists the urge to beatify Miller and puts his life and work in a larger context: I wonder how much attention would now…

FreightGraff is someone’s obscure labor of love, documenting freight trains and the graffiti artists they apparently attract like magnets.  The logo above is my fave pic, for obvious reasons.  (I never bought the Herb Caen-era "Don’t call it Frisco" snottiness.  Why the hell not?  Perfectly good nickname.)

I’ve set up my own little Cafe Press shop to hawk merch with my photos and images–I’ll keep the link in the left-hand nav bar.  Right now, there’s just an assortment of T-shirts, postcards, and mugs (and a clock!) adorned with the photo of a New Orleans water meter cover here. I shot it last…

Just because.  Dig the boots and the pegged pants, man!  Yeah, I know they’ve both had some rough times since then, but that room at that moment was basically the global epicenter of cool.  (I can’t find out who took this photo; if anyone can enlighten me, please do.)