Hi, my name is Chris. I live in Pittsburgh.
I spend most of my free time drinking coffee, fixing up my old house, and reading old books.
I write meandering essays, half-inadvertently make people laugh, and take notice of the small things.
If I were a car, I’d probably be a yellow Volvo from the 1980s. Ideally, it would be in running condition.
- Americans fancy Britishisms
- Are you entitled to your opinion?
- Comedians and truth
- Creativity and writing for the web
- Dangerous knowledge
- Deadly speech
- Delinquent lemonade peddlers
- Front porches of a digital age
- I can’t even
- Ideology is the enemy
- In defense of messiness
- In defense of pasteurization
- In praise of safety razors
- Is public radio for squares?
- John Waters delivers a commencement speech
- Letter to Barnes & Noble
- Letter to Target
- Literally literally
- Mark Twain on typewriters
- Marshmallows and miscreants
- Naked in papal regalia
- On idleness
- Our understanding of human nature
- Partisan temperature
- Public speaking
- Ridiculing the Oregon occupiers
- Self-censorship and social media
- The decay of Western civilization – really?
- The dress is neither blue nor white
- The evils of puddle water
- The herd of independent minds
- The invention of the Bernie Bro
- The lost art of lambasting a police chief
- The ritual performance of democracy
- Three stupid words
- Was Ray Kroc a prescriptivist?
- Yoga mats