Don’t read me, read them.

If you’ve arrived to this site on purpose, count me among the grateful. Thanks. If you’re here by accident, that works for me.

Anyway. Though I write to make a living, I love reading more. Fiction, these days, is an unfortunately rare delicacy, typically preempted by journalism from the usual suspects: the New Yorker, Harper’s, the Times, the Post. Slate, SI, and Commonweal round out my diet.

As for what I read every day? I’d like to say the Bible, or the tipsheet from my bookie, but the one constant is: Dan Froomkin’s White House Watch. Take 10 minutes at lunch to zip through it, and you’ve got a pretty good handle on the world of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, NW. (Yeah, I used to live in metro DC.)

Froomkin’s over there on the blogroll, with a few other favorites. A shout-out to the Post, which really gets what the Web can do for a daily paper. And another to James Fallows, who I met all those years ago when he swooped in on Arizona State University for a week. Just as smart as he is kind, and an amazing writer/analyst.