i'm a fucking cloud in trousers.

in the cathedral of the heart the choir loft catches fire, and all that.

if someone does not come over and make me leave the house, i am just going to listen to sad music and drink whiskey all night.

and really, no good can come of that.

I enjoy listening to Journey's "Don't Stop Believing", and I don't care what anyone thinks about that.

I still believe, Journey. It's ok.

there is a copy of LL Cool J's autiobiography floating around the box office ( Read more... )

i've been
deleting & retyping & deleting
for a week continuous
and i wish to write something
unworthy of deletion.
but i feel like either
i've run out of new gimmicks, or
i've been nothing but gimmicks
all along.
what does one do,
in such straits?

throw me an oar, friends.

back in framingham for the moment. then to DC this weekend. then another week in framingham. then two months in somerville. this is the plan.

Ty Burr reviews The Da Vinci Code, and essentially this is what you need to know:

"The greater sin in 'The Da Vinci Code' is against storytelling: The movie is handsome and hogtied and dour as a parson. In its defense, it does make manifest the pleasures of a good book. In the film's goofiest line of dialogue, Hanks turns to Tautou and exclaims, ' ( Read more... )

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( Emergency vodka supplies 'smuggled in for Richards' )

Because really, what incentive do these people have to answer your questions, after all? I mean, nothing satisfies you. Everybody asks for personnel changes. So the White House has personnel changes. Then you write, "Oh, they're just rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." First of all, that is a terrible metaphor. This administration is not ( Read more... )