I don't know about this whole LJ project. Once I start writing in the ( Read more... )

Once, about two years ago, I had a couple people over to my apartment uptown to drink red wine and listened to Tom Waits' ballads, which I've always liked better than his irritating pirate ditties. (I prefer my noir maudlin to jaunty.) Once we'd consumed enough wine, we just listened to "Downtown Train" over and over. I liked the part about the ( Read more... )

I'm 6 for 6. Then again, so is Michiko.

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I've spent the strike sitting in my apartment, e-mailing people the same line over and over: "It's COLD on that bridge." But my friends at Ten Words actually braved the elements, and their mini-reviews of the past three days are brilliant.

And speaking of Blogger, I finally revised my own ( Read more... )

I'm highly sensitive to insect home invaders, having developed a serious creature-dar after several disturbing encounters with fist-sized waterbugs in my first apartment in New York. Our current place has no mutant beetles, thank heaven, but it is home to a large menagerie of beasties, mostly the benign little guys you'd expect in an old building ( Read more... )

And heaven knows I'm pretty much the exact opposite of miserable now ( Read more... )

I just wrote this long entry about Ariel Levy's Female Chauvinist Pigsand the ambivalent place of straight female sexuality in a culture that ( Read more... )

For some reason I hadn't seen True Romance until fifteen minutes ago. I'm not sure how I missed it when I spent so many weekends in high school watching Pulp Fiction. Two conclusions ( Read more... )

I don't think I've ever seen so many hipster beards in one place. It looks like an Amish convention up in here.

Oh. Well. That'sgood. I'm glad to know that women in Mexico are no longer regarded as ( Read more... )