Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Christmas Coma

I giggled my way through this well-written (and oh-so-true) Times piece by Mike Albo.

My favorite part:
Every year I arrive at my parents’ house in Springfield, Va., armed with my healthy self-edifying projects — big leafy Penguin classics, Chomsky-explains-it-all books and a backlog of fortifying magazines. And every year I think I am going to actually read a paragraph of one of these things. But then I walk in the front door, say ‘hi’ to my mom and dad, stand at the kitchen counter and start eating cheese.

Ain't it the truth?

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