I don't think I really know just how cool Satan really was when I was in Junior High School. Now thanks to Marilyn Manson it's no longer a secret.

And we have a little herb garden which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool old Italian housewife that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.

I get heartfelt thanks from all kinds of people. Today I heard from a waitress in Georgia who has lost her job and is trying to figure out how her local bank can change the terms on her credit card and I heard from a physicist at a major research university who wants to explain a better theory of financial stress tests.

I wouldn't change anything. I've made mistakes but thanks to those mistakes I've learned.

It's like once you've seen Tom Hanks win the Golden Globes the Oscars you've seen his wife what kind of car he drives when you watch his movies you can't fully get really lost in them.

All the times being like 'Who rented this car and why are we going to this place?' You take the easy route and go 'Oh thanks for the champagne. I'll have another.'

When I climb into my car I enter my destination into a GPS device whose spatial memory supplants my own. I have photographs to store the images I want to remember books to store knowledge and now thanks to Google I rarely have to remember anything more than the right set of search terms to access humankind's collective memory.

I'm happy to report that 'The New Press' is still in business to this day. But not thanks to me. I was a really bad publishing intern.

Thanks to my mother not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.

If we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday at a time of presidential inaugurals this is thanks to Ronald Reagan who created the holiday and not to the Democratic Congress of the Carter years which rejected it.