New work up at Philadelphia City Paper about the contentious history of Philadelphia's last remaining Anarchist newspaper.

The elimination of Books Behind Bars programs pisses me off over at True/Slant.

Patti Wood tells the Post-Gazette about some embarassing wardrobe malfunctions.

I was in New York City and Philadelphia this weekend with Nate, trying (and mostly failing) to report a story / make sense of a very sad, very weird, very lucrative industry (you'll hear more about the industry and the story when it runs mid-November, in Philadelphia City Paper). What overwhelmed the weekend, though, was the news that David Foster Wallace hung himself last Friday. And what made it weirder and sadder was that I had no one to discuss it with. Which leaves you, poor reader.

We just completed a 90- or so-mile ride (we got partially lost in Valley Forge) from Philadelphia, over the Schulkill River Trail (flat, well-paved, fast), and onto Route 23 (which is part of PenDot's well-marked Bicycle Route S, and made very rideable by roads built with huge shoulders to accommodate cars as well as carriages in Amish country).

Though the illustration looks like it was created by someone with a severe mental and/or physical handicap, here's the first in a series of stories and blog posts I'm doing for City Paper.