10:17 PM Joey: i know you’re busy. but i love my lindsey turner! me: hey punkin, what’s up? Joey: i’m drunk after a cocktail party for the opening of some art gallery. me: oooh, what fun! how was the art? Joey: it was lifedeathporngucci.i told the artist he really expanded his asethic (sic) with the added tv of two men fucking. and then i schmoozed like a schmooze hound. me: awesome Joey: it was the…
Progressive book-cover/movie-poster designers and marketing majors take note: This year, just like every year, the bare female torso is the trendy way to hawk your book or movie. Again, I’ll ask just like I asked when The Decency Wars came out (and the author was so kind as to repond on this here humble little blog): Is the usage of sexualized images (which are decidedly non-subversive) like these acceptable if it gets people who wouldn’t…
I missed the David Sedaris reading in town tonight. Bummer. I’ve been trying to catch a reading now for at least two years, to no avail. The good news is, he will probably have a new book out soon and then I can try again for another year. Anyway, Stacy Greenberg of “Fertile Ground” and “Dining With Monkeys” was at the reading and snagged Sedaris’ cup and bottled water. And she got the cup autographed.
Introduction of the catalyst: The brutal take-down: As always, feel free to make your own sound effects.
Last night Phil and I ended the day by seeing The Science of Sleep, an arty little flick by Michel Gondry, who brought us Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, another lovely little art flick about introspection and memory and perception and, happily, Kate Winslet’s hair. Eternal Sunshine is a much darker film than Science — much darker — even though the ending of Science is frustratingly ambiguous and not nearly as optimistic as Sunshine‘s.…
T&G just got its first visitor from lovely Slough! I don’t know why but I think that is too freaking cool.
Today I finally met Aunt B, and you all can rest easy because we decided not to set the revolution in motion just yet. It was too nice a day for bloodshed. Instead, we had lunch at some unremarkable downtown bistro and talked about those crazy Christians and the ways they spooked us away from a life of service to a Big Daddy in the Sky. Aunt B is as articulate and eloquent and fun…
Have I told you about “Precious”? Precious was born a few years ago unexpectedly — and the details of Precious’ arrival sure are gray and fuzzy now — when my gear shift, like most other necessary things on or in my car, decided to sort of shrug and give up all hope of a useful life. The plastic button broke and wiggled its way out of the larger part and, viola, there I sat with…
Is that your brother can be on there and you might not even know it until, say, a few days ago. At which point you can demand that he add you to his friends list. (But you should refrain from demanding to be in his Top Whatever, because you are not one of those mean ol’ dictatorial older siblings.) So, everyone, meet my brother, lover of all things big and loud and mechanical. (Yes, the…
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