Wes Phillips

Can you?

Did chocolate lead to beer?

Well, James Wilson did—between drinks. "The next morning, still reeling from horse [meat] and champagne, it was time for the hunt."

As the stagehands' strike enters its third week, The Boston Globe discovers what it is a Broadway electrician does. Anybody besides me find it strange that no NY paper did this?

Wired's Seth Mnookin interviewed UMG's CEO Doug Morris, who proves that record labels were even more clueless than anyone could have even imagined when it came to the changing landscape of the Internet.

A history of the Martini. A fine old drink—and I'll bet you didn't know how old—although I still prefer a rye Manhattan (with Orange bitters, of course).

It's funny, but hard-boiled pulp fiction seems to appeal to the literary mouth-breathers and the most extremely intellectual literati (and I make no claim as to which group I fall into). Even so, I did a double take when I saw that the review of Otto Penzler's new The Black Lizard Big Book of Pulps was by John freaking Banville, author of The Sea, Doctor Copernicus, The Newton Letter, and Kepler, a novel."