Pink Viagra, describing a pill for improving the sexual pleasure of women, is likely to be the second big buzz term in Britain in 2002 — ranking just behind the catchy “In silico” (“computer programming in virtual laboratories”), the Independent reports. No real news value here, I grant you. Clearly The Independent — like yours truly — was just looking for an excuse to use the term “Pink Viagra” in

U.S. congressman Jesse Jackson, Jr. “blasted President Bush this weekend, calling his recent address to the nation: ‘A police State of the Union speech!’” while appearing on BET’s “Lead Story,” Matt Drudge reports. Said the Illinois Representative: Increases in homeland security [are] obviously necessary, and I

Jay Nordlinger’s latest NRO “Impromptus” column contains this amusing bit: And now John Ashcroft has been bitten by The Great Breast

Hangovers and sniffles: if days had “themes,” today’s theme would be “hungover with the sniffles.” Used to be that Nyquil could dry me up; not so with this latest fiesty cold. I’m, uh…thick with sluggish unhealth, I guess you’d say. And it doesn’t help that I drank a lot of beer and ate a lot of non-nutritious garbage yesterday. My body is quite mad at me — as well it

We wisdomers will be spending this SuperBowl Sunday stuffing ourselves silly with sharp cheddar & jalapeno potato chips, mini-pretzel sticks, tater dogs, cayennesauce-drenched chicken wings, honey-mustard dolloped summer sausage slices (on cracked wheat crackers), dips of various hues and consistencies, pizza bites, fresh-cut veggies, icy spiced shrimp, mini-egg rolls, Chex mixes, and, to wash all this glut down, the blood of the children of, er… (uh, sorry, that’s the Israeli

Tired of your vegan buddies chirping about clogged arteries and environmental gluttony every time they catch you munching on a barbecued pork rind or tearing into a rare, rosemary-grilled hunk o’ cow (with a peppercorn-butter glaze)? Well, Samizdata’s David Carr has just the juicy rebutto-morsel you’ve been waiting for. Seems we spittle-fanged carnivores have it right after all. In fact, if evolution is any indicator, we can gleefully go on

Just got done posting Richard Brautigan’s “Walnut Catsup” recipe over on Andrew Hofer’s site (under “comments” — the recipe comes from the “Another Method of Making Walnut Catsup” chapter of Trout Fishing in America), and I was reminded of some old Brautigan poetry I haven’t thought of in a while. Here’re a few of my favorites: “The Beautiful Poem” I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking    about you. Pissing

“An Indian woman is breastfeeding a baby monkey found abandoned by its mother,” Ananova reports. Namita Das says she was spurred to suckle it by a combination of maternal and religious feelings. She recently gave birth after many years of trying for a baby and felt the need to save the animal because she is a devotee of the Hindu monkey god Hanuman. […] Local school teacher Ballabh Saha said:

While browsing through Harper’s “Weekly Review” for January 29 (I read it for the generous Latin and French phrases sprinkled through its prose like so much marjoram), I came across this interesting tidbit: “Al Gore gave a speech at a conference organized by the magazine India Today but only on the condition that no journalists attend.” Clearly, Al is embarrassed by his unnatural love for…what? Lentils? Saag…? At any rate,

In the advance copy of his fine essay, “Guantanamo’s Unhappy Campers” (Feb. 11), The Weekly Standard’s Matt Labash offers a quirky glimpse inside Gitmo’s Camp X-Ray. The whole piece is well worth the read (especially if you’re fascinated by descriptions of furiously masturbating al Qaeda detainees cartwheeling about with toothpaste in their asses — and let’s face it, who isn’t?), but here’s a bit of editorializing I found particulary instructive: