Mitch Blum

Digging into a bowl of Peanut Butter Crunch the other night I had a major epiphany.
The epiphany that I’m referring to is peanut-related.
You see, after all these years of considering myself to be a huge fan of peanuts and peanut butter I realized that I actually like fake peanut butter flavoring much more than I [...]

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Do you remember that old show “Crossing Over” with John Edwards? In it, John Edwards acts as a psychic medium between audience members and their dead relatives, friends, or neighbors. It’s a pretty compelling show, and it seems like John might be on the level.
Most people are pretty skeptical when it comes to the supernatural. [...]

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Sometimes I’ll hit upon a topic that begs to be discussed but just can’t be. Usually, the problem is that the concept is too thin for a full essay (and too complicated for a tweet). Occasionally I’m afraid that the content will be deemed offensive (although my goal, as always, is to offend no one [...]

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If you spend enough time in New York, particularly on the island that is long, you’ll soon find out that people love diners. Actually, love isn’t even a strong enough term to describe the phenomenon. Whatever emotion is stronger than love (creepy stalkerish obsession?) is how New Yorkers feel about their diners.
In fact, I will [...]

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People that know me well know that I hate two things more than anything else: wearing big boy clothes and NASA.
Now, I’m not going to get into the big boy clothes thing today, but suffice to say that any item of clothing that features buttons or zippers is no friend of mine. (Remind me [...]

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For many years I’ve harbored a deep suspicion that the one thing that stands between me and super success in life is my lack of title. It seems like everywhere I go the high rollers are always flaunting their titles – Doctor this, General that, etc. And what have I got? Nothing. I’ve got “Mister” [...]

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You know what? Being a predictor of doom is probably one of the worst jobs in the world.
Think about it. You really can’t win if you go around predicting when the world is going to end. If you’re right, nobody will know. And if you’re wrong, everybody will just make fun of you.
It’s a sucker’s [...]

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