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It's been pointed out to me that I should remind people, from time to time, about my weekly column. So, er, yes, go ye forth to todayslies.com and gaze upon the outpourings of my righteous indignation. You can find my posts under the link "Aaron's Latest Weekly."

What does the mainstream news media have in common with a Happy Meal? Go see my weekly column at http://www.todayslies.com/ to find out!

...like Stranger Than Fiction.

I've a friend who chided me years ago about not owning any "fun" music. But Requiem masses, I argued, are fun. This was the era of intermittently applied liquid eyeliner and evenings spent in living rooms whose designs revolved largely around velvet and dried roses. Even then, though, I knew there was something other ( Read more... )

As those who know me well can attest, this is a nearly inexhaustible source of interest, speculation, and discourse for me. I'm not offended by opposing points of view-- only by cruelty and self-righteousness. And I have to say, in response to the spate of triumphant atheist manifestos that have been getting so much press of late, that I am no more ( Read more... )

Why is it that so many film directors seem to gradually-- how do you say?-- lose touch? Is it self-satisfaction? Diminishing passion or perspective? Laziness? Or is it ambition turned against itself, like an axe that's been sharpened to the point that it careens off its intended target? I fear it's not just excess of digital effects, explosions, ( Read more... )

 Or, musings on the Glass Bead Game ( Read more... )

"Stretch out with your feelings." As I think happened fairly regularly with the original three Star Wars films, George stumbled, sprawled, took a table and several small children with him, and landed face first into a pile of transcendent truth (or, applicability, if you will) with this line. It could be taken as a compact bit of character ( Read more... )

I have, in my day [because I am ninety-seven years old] spurned cordless telephones, email, cellular phones, and various x-degrees of separation friend-sites. I've always blamed this discomfort with technological communication on my incurable Amishness (though, mixing metaphors, I told one dear Journal-ite that I was too "monkish" to indulge in ( Read more... )