Daily Archives: August 22, 2007

I’m Falling In Love With Rachel Sklar

Posted on August 22, 2007 by Luke Ford

While working out this morning and listening to Heart’s "Who Will You Run To?", I watched Fox News with the sound off and I was highly impressed with Rachel Sklar. Great hair. Is she married? I’ve been Googling her and … Continue reading →

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How Is The Nearly Ad-Free ‘New Republic’ Surviving?

Posted on August 22, 2007 by Luke Ford

From Gawker: A profile of the magazine’s new editor, Columbia alum and "journalistic wunderkind" (their words) Frank Foer, in the latest issue of the Columbia alumni magazine reminds us that new owners CanWest expect TNR "to turn a profit in … Continue reading →

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Time For Action

Posted on August 22, 2007 by Luke Ford

And yes, I mean THAT kind of action. Jews need to breed more, and toward that end, would it not be a mitzvah if every meeting of Jewish bigshots began and ended with a few dozen naked fertile ovulating young … Continue reading →

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Amalek Opines on What’s Wrong with Jewish America and JDate

Posted on August 22, 2007 by Luke Ford

If I can’t land a lady via JDate, then there’s obviously something very wrong with JDate. My inner Amalek writes: You don’t see Mexicans trying to meet one another through "Mexdate" or Palestinian women fretting about the ticking of their … Continue reading →

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A World Gone Mad

Posted on August 22, 2007 by Luke Ford

Monica Osborne blogs: I used to say that one of the main (though there are many) differences between Indiana and California is the fact that people in Indiana fry everything, and love every second of it, while Californians turn up … Continue reading →

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