My Departure from Jewcy

I've been with Jewcy since April, 2006 — before there was a Jewcy, and before the worst stain that you could attach to the name Michael Weiss was that he landed on his ass at the Winter Olympics, or made an unconvincing Pretender on NBC.

I'll be leaving these parts in mid-January to become Pajamas Media's new New York and D.C. editor. Rollicking Peloponnesian days with Victor Davis Hanson, wild Dylanesque nights with Ron Rosenbaum. Or so I'm told.

One wants to avoid sentimentality at times like these ("I'll miss you all terribly. Except you, Craig. I never liked you and your lunches always smelled.") but it's an uphill battle, really. I've had the privilege to work with some of the funniest, most talented people in journalism — not ghettoized Jewish journalism, mind you, but journalism. We will all answer to Izzy Grinspan in a matter of years. Tahl Raz took a vague idea, borne of the hash and decadence of Amsterdam, and made it material. And I'm actually sticking around another couple of weeks because I want to see Joey's unkept mug one last time in person before I hop it. At the very least, Leinoff needs more schooling at Ping-Pong.

I don't plan to be a complete stranger to Jewcy or to the Cabal. I'll still post my glowering neocon screeds from time to time. And I hope friendly antagonists like Ismail, and not-so-friendly ones like that creepy asshole who keeps telling me I'm not a real Jew because my mother isn't, follow me wherever I go. I could use the comic relief.

It's been real. Now here's a picture of my English Cocker Spaniel in front of the Christmas Tree. Just for you, creepy Jewish chauvinist commenter (my squeeze is Korean, too, just like Noah Feldman's. Viva la intermarriage!):