Greg’s supposed to be on sabbatical, but he couldn’t wait six months to respond to Bob Dylan’s Christmas album.
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The great work begins
It is enough to have written, says P. Gregory, as he takes a six month hiatus from Smile Politely to venture into the further unknown.
Twitter, or how I became a slave to technology
PG started small, following some twitterer during the Tony Awards. Now he’s addicted to Rick Sanchez, Rainn Wilson, and some guy named Justin.
Once I was lost
P. Gregory provides four columns for the price of one, including health care spats, writer’s block, Antonioni, and Yoda.
Rorschach on my mind
Only the Rorschach test can bring together Gene Simmons, wizards, vaginas, and the need for health care reform.
Sexagenarian, at last!
Is 60 the new 40? P. Gregory finds his life has been more fulfilled — in a manner of speaking — than Lincoln’s, King’s or Rock Hudson’s.
The rainbow sign
Why don’t Biblical literalists ever go to court over rainbows?
The parade goes on… (or why Sarah Palin is so very not gay)
On this fourth of July weekend, Sarah Palin calls it quits, and being called gay is finally in.
Outing the dead
In a week when the famous made headlines in death, P. Gregory remembers a friend who passed away, buried alive in the closet.
Twittering away at health care reform
P. Gregory advocates for twittercare: Healthcare at 140 characters or less,