by Ty Davison | Mar 23, 2000 | Essays
If you’re feeling trapped in your career, imagine the vice president. No matter what he says or does, there’s no escaping those pesky 1996 campaign finance irregularities. Note to Al: 18 minutes of blank tape didn’t help Nixon; three years of deleted...
by Ty Davison | Mar 22, 2000 | Essays
You didn’t really expect me to shut up did you? Poor, poor you. Poor, poor, stupid you. The worst sub-headline in recent memory: “Easier credit gets the blame for the boom in repossessions in the four-county region even as the economy remains...
by Ty Davison | Feb 28, 2000 | Essays
My case for George “Dubya” as Bush-lite: A third less IQ points than your regular presidential candidate and definitely less fulfilling. Call me disillusioned, but if Republican presidential aspirant George W. Bush (aka Dubya, aka Bush-lite, aka Shrub)...
by Ty Davison | Feb 27, 2000 | Essays
A rambling introspective on turning 31, the nature of God, and love of neighbor. (This work could be subtitled “Thus ends my political career.”) If it leaves you as lost as a puppy in a sock factory, well, you’re not the only one. Bottom line:...
by Ty Davison | Dec 6, 1999 | Essays
You’ve Got Mail isn’t the worst romantic comedy I’ve ever seen, but somebody’s got a screwy idea of love, and I don’t think it’s me. If anyone needs proof that bad screenwriting and directing outweight good costuming and set design,...
by Ty Davison | Nov 5, 1999 | Essays
Yes, I turned this in. I was on a deadline. Another “masterpiece” from the late ’80s. It really goes without saying that if, as is the clear implication, the younger sibling could beat his or her elder at the competition of the day just because he or...
