Category: Navel-Gazing

I was on blogging leave last week. Not my usual no-writing-today-so-fuck-right-off-and-read-someone-who-cares leave — actual medical leave. I was confined to the hospital for more than a week with acute appendicitis. (Fine thanks, but a word of advice: if you must have your appendix out, do so before it ruptures.) Hospitals are interesting places; hang around […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted November 3, 2007 @ 11:27 AM | Navel-Gazing

In the Seaworld auditorium, waiting for the evening Shamu show. In the Seaworld auditorium, waiting for the evening Shamu show, watching the wide-screen video. It shows soldiers and firemen, then August Busch III, or maybe IV, representing Anheuser-Busch, the corporate parent. He tells us to honor our heroes, which we do, with applause. A whale […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted August 11, 2007 @ 3:09 PM | Navel-Gazing,Poetry

In a footnote in Martin Amis’s memoir, Experience, he has this to say of the ideal reader: I am not [Saul Bellow’s] son, of course. What I am is his ideal reader. I am not my father’s ideal reader, however. His ideal reader, funnily enough, is Christopher Hitchens. There is a theory to infer here, […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted September 20, 2006 @ 4:19 PM | Literature,Navel-Gazing

One problem with blogging is that anyone can read your archives and see what an idiot you were. I will spare you the trouble. I used to be a race skeptic. Eventually a cursory reading of Cavalli-Sforza convinced me how wrong I was. The History and Geography of Human Genes is a careful and scholarly […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted August 7, 2006 @ 10:11 PM | Navel-Gazing

This blog used to run on Greymatter, a collection of Perl scripts that its creator stopped supporting about ten minutes after I chose it. Greymatter served me well for years, but modern features that I need, like RSS feeds and comment spam control, are alien to it, and my Perl isn’t good enough to add […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted August 2, 2006 @ 6:28 PM | Code,Navel-Gazing

Anyone who writes so intimately, not to say voyeuristically, about my personal life surely deserves a link or two. And a restraining order. For the record, I wear my hair “cropped close” because I am bald.

Aaron Haspel | Posted March 19, 2005 @ 11:55 AM | Navel-Gazing

Got my hand on your grease gun, Ooh, it’s like a disease, son. — Queen, “I’m in Love with My Car” For the first time in my life, last week, vicariously and briefly, I owned an expensive consumer durable. This is profoundly out of character. I can’t be bothered myself, and Lisa is usually legendarily […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted June 16, 2004 @ 11:16 AM | Navel-Gazing

Back from a blogging holiday, only to find that I’m a killjoy, a bully (check the comments to the last link: “fists raise to strike?” For the record, I haven’t hit anybody since 7th grade, and he hit me first), a “finely-tuned yay-boo machine,” and, my favorite, “ruler-wielding,” as if I were the evil nun […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted June 14, 2004 @ 2:42 PM | Navel-Gazing,Poetry

Exiting the bodega today I was accosted by a beggar, which is unusual in itself; I’ve lived in New York for twenty-odd years and by now wear an invisible sign that reads “Don’t Even THINK of Asking Me for Money.” Today’s mendicant hadn’t perfected his invisible-sign-reading skills, or maybe he had, because his opening line […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted May 31, 2004 @ 6:55 PM | Navel-Gazing

Instapundit, with Lileks’ encouragement, took 20 minutes off the other day, Lileks himself took a month near-holiday, Teachout has stopped blogging on weekends, Cosh hasn’t updated his hockey page for a week, which I know you’re all busted up about, and even the Blowhards have been backfilling with guest posters. You people griping that I […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted May 17, 2004 @ 5:50 PM | Blogs,Navel-Gazing