Class of 2009, your moment is now! For those still on campus, have fun and be sure to carry around some Claritin so you can say you have allergies when people accuse you of crying. Then, once you've had a second to

Good Morning Taoists.

Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Goodnight, what have you done with your life?

We all love the trip home. Back to the over-comforted bed; our favorite family pet; long, huge meals; and our parents’ personal TLC fit for an 8-year-old (we love dearly, even if we are almost a quarter of a century years old). But some of us might not be getting as much bang out of our trip home as we could. After all, why leave all of the perks at the door?

Germans. They have a long, silly-sounding name for everything, including emotions that the English-speaking world has yet to identify. (Schadenfreude?

I always think it's really funny when Americans talk about how Montreal is so "European." I understand that a year spent in Paris does not give me the right to be snooty about Quebec, but I do have a bit more perspective than I used to, and I must tell you, Quebec is not France.

The best way to postpone (if not avoid) the feeling of post-grad dread is to take a step back and give yourself some time to decompress. For all the tomfoolery that goes on, college is a tough gig, and you wouldn’t be the first person to feel burnt out on commencement day.

When the economy and job market go down the tubes, there are two camps on traveling. One says you'd be absolutely crazy to splurge on hotels and air travel—grab your savings and bunker down in the house until the tide turns. But the other is a little more opportunistic: everything is on sale in a recession, the dollar is strong, and it's not like that job is coming anytime soon anyway.

Our intrepid Mexico correspondent reports live from the eye of the swine flu storm. Has isolation and paranoia driven him to madness? Or was he already insane? You be the judge...

Is it safe to come out yet?

Since I moved to Paris, a few of my friends back home have labeled me an America-hater, or more specifically, a New York-hater.

Not true and not true!

I am tired of being accused of urban infidelity. I refuse to choose