Author: Ben Raskin

I probably didn’t need the last shot of whiskey. But who cares? I just scorched the Earth and vanquished my enemies. The town lay in ruins and I sat atop the bodies of slain foes. I was victorious, satiated, and thirsty—the kind of thirst that can only be satisfied with strong drink and exotic women.…

Parking tickets stink. Now before you think this is some sort of rant against Mayor Ralph Becker and his megalomaniacal destruction of Salt Lake City’s roads for bike lanes and other underused service, I want everybody to calm down Clayton Scrivner. This is about me not paying a parking ticket, not Ralph Becker. I got a…

It only seems appropriate the day after I finish toiling the dirt and hauling six truckloads of garden soil from the street into my garden, there’d be an Armageddon styled wind and snowstorm to hit Salt Lake City. In the middle of April. On Tax Day. Ugh. I swore up and down that I wouldn’t…

Black Coffee Does anyone drink black coffee anymore? I learned to drink coffee black in college after I poured what can only be described as month old cottage cheese into my cup when I failed to check the expiration date on some cream. It doesn’t hurt that I make the best coffee from only the…

Since the last time I posted was during the midterm elections, I thought it would be fun to throw a couple of things up. Here is some thoughts on Fast and Furious, San Diego Padres, my podcast at the Salt Lake Tribune and a Fiver–a list of five links that should entertain you through lunch.…