To the estimated two to four million people expected to converge on D.C. for the inauguration:

Please don't.

My friend Steve put this together with his band-mates. Good stupid fun.

Netflix finally updated their site to allow for instant viewing on a Mac platform. Since then I've been watching a lot of documentaries, mostly of a biographical nature and dealing with oddball artists like Klaus Nomi, Alex Grey, Hunter S. Thompson, Nick Drake, Charles Bukowski and David Lynch ( Read more... )

Last night was the second time in about three months that some maniac came careening down our street leaving a path of destruction. Although we live on a two-way street, street-parking on both sides leaves it too narrow for two cars to pass at once. That's usually not a problem. Everybody around here knows the etiquette. If you see someone ( Read more... )

I've become obsessed with this 1963 Good Housekeeping cookbook that I referenced earlier. It's hard to believe that our tastes have changed so much in just over forty years. I did a quick scan and selected a few of the more egregious examples of culinary misconduct for your pleasure. I'm not including the recipes, only the recipe titles. Trust ( Read more... )

I had a hankerin' to make some French onion soup, so grabbed my Good Housekeeping Cookbook from 1963. Experience has taught me that this cookbook is more valuable as a cultural artifact than as a useful reference. Since French onion soup is basically a peasant dish that has remained unchanged for who-knows-how-long, I figured that I would find a ( Read more... )

I present to you my cinematic masterpiece, What Will Come. If only the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences had categories for Complete Lack of Context or Most Disappointing Ending, I'd be renting my tux by now.

Summum. What can you say about a religion whose prophet is named Corky, or has an IRS exemption for it's mummification services? I do like the fact that they meditate by sitting in a pyramid and getting wasted on homemade wine, or "Nectar".

It's funny that while on the campaign trail Sarah Palin was as elusive as a yeti, now I see her on TV every time I turn it on. The latest travesty is that she's being offer seven-million dollars to write her memoir. I don't know about her writing, but she can barely utter a coherent sentence. The latest example of her idiocy came as a response ( Read more... )

I was listening to the Simon & Garfunkle song, Leaves That Are Green, yesterday when something about the lyrics made me stop and think. The first line of the song goes "I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song ( Read more... )