• I finally watched Children of Men. Wow, what a depressing film. And yet, it was gorgeous. Alfonso Cuarón has a remarkable talent for making abject despair and urban decay seem achingly, surreally beautiful. I had initially expressed concern that the film would be a reactionary piece about underpopulation (based on today’s popular anti-immigrant fervor), but I’m happy to report that it’s actually much more complicated than that. Amanda Marcotte wrote an interesting post about…
My mother happened to stumble upon this picture of me, in which I look like I’ve been beaten, shot with a BB gun in the head, and administered some giant, freaky contact lenses. I think it spooked her, because this is what she e-mailed me: Linz,Ewwwweeeeeee! Linnnnzzzzzzzeeeeeeee!!WHAT is THAT picture on Flickr?!?! Puh leeeze tell me that’s not you! I couldn’t remember my Yahoo ID stuff so I couldn’t get in, but there was a…
I spent a portion of my weekend watching this thread on abortion unfold over at Nashville is Talking, where it started out being about Stacey Campfield’s kooky death-certificates-for-aborted-fetuses legislation that has gotten him craploads of press lately and ended up being yet another battle between the Lord’s Army and us wretched Babykillers. (Twisty takes on the Campfield hooplah here.) If you read the thread (and I’m daring you to; it’s 207 comments of pure flamewar…
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