Wherein We Answer All The Questions
Wherein We Answer All The Questions
What if we treated the front pages of the New York Times and Washington Post like an AMA?
Every day, the New York Times and the Washington Post pose a lot of questions on their front pages. Today I decided to answer them all.
Don’t thank me.
It has definitely been harmful to some people, in that easy availability of any drug makes some people use it more, and overuse of weed can be harmful. That said, I don’t think it was a mistake. There are harms both in criminalization and legalization. The harms of criminalization of marijuana seem to me greater than the harms of legalization, though I don’t diminish the latter
Bit of both. A lot of it is the real thing. Trump has accelerated and amplified the trend, though.
Probably, although it would be more precise to say that the American capacity to defend Taiwan is one of the real targets.
This question is a bit of a tautology. Anything that cures constipation by definition has a laxative effect. Consider:
Of course not. You don’t even have to attend it. He’s dead. He won’t be offended.
I don’t do sports, so I have no idea—except that the article wouldn’t be asking this question if it were not mathematically possible for the Celtics to salvage their season at this stage. So no, it’s not too late. If the Celtics win all their remaining games, they can still win it all. Go Celtics!
Of course not. Stupid question, and not worth consumer testing. If you want to spend that kind of money on sheets, go ahead. We all have our things—though I tend to like to be awake to enjoy the things I spend money on. But don’t pretend you can justify it as “worth it.”
Shag carpet on the walls. Cover your windows with it. That’s how we do it in the Jungle Studio. And it works pretty well.
That or move to a quieter neighborhood.
Nothing more or less than the remainder of its moral credibility.
Another stupid question: Of course he does. Trump could die. Trump could go to jail. Trump could have a stroke. Being embarrassingly and humiliatingly and distantly in second place is, apart from the embarrassment and humiliation and distance from the lead, the second best place to be.
A really stupid question—and one with a faulty premise. Americans are not obsessed with ice. I know a lot of Americans. I don’t know a single one who is obsessed with ice. Poll data suggests that my acquaintances are not outliers. Consider this recent NPR/Marist poll on the issues Americans think most important:
Ice doesn’t make the list.
Because what workers say they want and what the markets deliver are not the same thing. The market, after all, figures in what employers need from workers and will pay for. And it also figures in what workers reveal about their deeper preferences when, say, they face choices of less income in exchange for more leisure time.
And finally:
Go to your doctor. And say the following words: “Hey, is there any reason for me to be concerned about my chances of having nonalcoholic fatty liver disease?” Follow instructions.
Today’s #BeastOfTheDay is the owl, and thus I bring you True Facts about the Owl:
I just plain enjoyed reading this. That’s all.
I lived in an apartment with carpeted walls (not shag). Built in response to the 70's energy crisis, most people didn't notice at first, though it was pretty dark. My cat LOVED it. He'd climb the walls, use them to bank turns, and get into his food on an upper shelf. He had a tough adjustment when our next place had drywall.