Another year, another horse race, another horrifically merciful equine euthanasia.

A real party for real people. Ending on the floor of Jane's apartment, above B+D, my broken arm lying hapless at my side, crying out into the night; "Father! Father!--I have fallen...."

Later, sliding down the roof as if a part of God's SWAT team, only then slinking ( Read more... )

A movie that I want to watch--or a story that I want to read, that is--is the story of a town out west becoming a Ghost Town. I want to read the journals of men and women coming to the realization that the jig's up--pioneers moving on, reserved to the fact that they'd spent a decade of their lives settling a town that now, it seemed perfectly clear ( Read more... )

I read today that Pearl Jam got their shit censored by AT&T this past weekend. AT&T did a webcast of their Lolla set, and during the anti-Bush encore, they cut out a few pejoratives directed to The Man.

At least it’s not like AT&T is one of those telecommunications companies that are trying to weigh bandwidth toward biased sponsor websites. At ( Read more... )

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Gwen Stacey. Bryce Dallas Howard. Gwen Stacey.

I saw Spider-Man 3 last night with Noah (who's going to have an internship in Cincinnati this fall--cool!). I defy those who say it was a big disappointment, or that it was a bad movie, or that it wasn't dark enough, or anything else. They are all wrong. It was the perfect conclusion to a really decent ( Read more... )

For the past month or so, I've been working on developing my sensory perception. On a day like today, you really come to appreciate your efforts in that department.

You know happy emo? Every first nice day of the year, that's me.