Archives for March 2008
The calf’s nose
I know that the supposed point of blogs is that they offer up-to-the-minute commentary on stuff that’s happening right now, which is why newspapers are dying and the world is ending and all, and hence, that it’s kind of pitiful to write a post about something that was in the New Yorker two weeks ago, […]
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Last night at Youpers, Glen said something, and then I said something, and then Glen said something, and then I said, FUCK YOU, GLEN! and Glen said, In your dreams! and then while my poor soupy brain was trying to work up a comeback, Glen said, In your MARRIED dreams! and then Lefty and I […]
Read this entry >>The Unlikely Heartthrob
Richard Widmark. 1914–2008.
He’s been in my Fantasy Film League ever since I saw Pickup on South Street, still one of my all-time favorite movies, many years ago. Sam Fuller, what else do you need to know? I think it’s a perfect film. And Widmark! My god the man had talent by the fistfuls.
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The limits of credibility
Let’s see…
McGrath said that because he is on the Times staff and sometimes writes about books, he and his daughter do not talk about her work and she had not told him the Jones memoir was hers.
Either dude is a total liar, or the worst father in the world. Because come ON.
(NYT)
The part where she says the lyrics.
I’ve been telling people (okay, really just Pistol) about my new favorite radio show, Fair Game. It’s like they went into my brain, analyzed the funny receptors, and figured out how to pump the required elixir through the air. I suggest you try it. The first segment of today’s episode was full of quintessential yuks […]
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Just when you think Dr. Freud has been safely tucked in bed, thumb in his mouth and flask of whiskey between his knees, a dream like this comes along (T.A.D.L.A.R-ing one and all?):
My father had a terrible backache so, being a nice daughter, I rubbed his back gently. But even my light touch made him […]
Whore, Unmasked
How incredibly creepy is this article about Spitzer prostitute “Kristen,” with its strange nonchalance and weird cataloguing of her MySpace page? The tone is un-Timesy–it seems more like a puff piece about a runner-up for American Idol than an article about some sad girl with pitiful music-industry strivings who fucks 50-year-old men for money.
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“The Predisposition to Fantasy”
News analysis! Reader comments funcake!
(↑a very bad person?)
Here’s the article: Gang Memoir, Turning Page, Is Pure Fiction. And the other one, even better with slideshow.
As if you haven’t read it! But what you probably haven’t read are all 484 541 reader comments. You’re probably thinking, “What a multitude of unique voices! I wonder what all […]