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I keep Pat’s toothbrush around in hopes that he’ll come home some day. It hasn’t happened yet.

After I made eggs this morning, I used some rendered pork fat I’d saved to give my skillet some love. A just-seasoned cast iron skillet is a beautiful thing. If you look deep enough into it, you can see your future. I saw myself pressing a pause button. I also saw steak, depression burgers, and of course, bacon.

I read this article and immediately felt it was one of the truest hypotheses regarding torture I’ve ever seen… Why would a government torque up its accusations to the point where they were no longer plausible? Because forcing someone to admit to something he might have done does not send a strong signal of power. Forcing someone to confess to a crime that everyone knows he could not possibly have committed, on the other hand, is terrifying. Similarly, a regime that tortures its opponents and refuses to sign the Convention Against Torture shows that it fears international opprobrium. A regime that tortures its opponents and blithely signs the Convention Against Torture anyway shows that it fears nothing.

My refrigerator door broke. Ugh. R.I.P. Rockfish River Cyser.

I went to Otto’s Shrunken Head tonight for Alphabar NYC.

I don’t know why someone put this candle on the sidewalk on my street corner at midnight. I do know that when I saw it, I thought about how much I love New York.

Two years ago, I switched from canned shaving cream to shaving soap. The first scent/flavor I chose was Nomad. That bar lasted me until today. Now it’s time for Sandlewood. I’m so fancy.