The Reluctant Bachelor

One of the windfalls of attending the Consumer Electronics Show has been meeting a bunch of Princeton Review folks I previously knew only by...

Today was the first day of the Consumer Electronics Show. That's why I'm in Las Vegas; I'm here to help The Princeton Review, an...

Las Vegas is probably not the most fucked up place in the world. I mean, there's Pyonyang; that's got to suck big time. And then the...

Nature screened coming attractions for winter for much of the country this past week, and the Carolinas, sadly, were not spared. We had a fe...

I do not like the term "independent contractor." To me, it sounds like someone in the homebuilding business. Also, it emphasizes t...

First, an apology for the long layoff. During my first months of bachelorhood, every experience seemed new and strange and noteworthy, evoki...

When I was young, I experienced a brief but fervid religious phase, a sort of personal Great Awakening. I was probably 10 or 11 at the time,...

A few simple rules govern the RB kitchen: 1) Meals must be reasonably healthful (some exceptions allowed) 2) Meals must be delicious (no exc...

In mid-February, my future ex and I decided we needed a trial separation. By mid-March, we had separated for good. In mid-April, we had tick...

I've been cleaning up the house lately in preparation for putting it on the market. Sorting through seven years worth of accumulated jun...

One of the preconditions of my then-future-wife's relocation from Milwaukee to New York City--I met her in Milwaukee and spent two long ...

I have just returned from a week at the beach with my good friend CC , my mom, my "Aunt" Carole , my sister, my brother-in-law, an...

I have a capacity for embarrassing sentimentality. Just the other night I was watching The Perils of Pauline , a straight-off-the-cob, entir...

"Don't look back," Satchel Paige once famously advised, "something might be gaining on you." He also said "Work...

It would be disingenuous of me to pretend I don't understand the meaning of the old saying, "What am I, chopped liver?" I get ...

I admit it. In my fantasies, The Reluctant Bachelor morphs Pinocchio-like from a blog to a book, I make a kajillion dollars in book sales, ...

I am not a vivid dreamer, and what dreams I have usually evaporate from my memory within seconds of my awakening. But there is something abo...

As far as I am concerned, there are two fundamental types of cuisine: simple, and complex. I love preparing both, but for the sake of conven...

Last night two very dear old friends and I had dinner at Otto, Mario Batali's Greenwich Village pizzeria. The place was packed when we ...