I'd personally put Breaking Bad and Game of Thrones slightly above, but Louie's right there in that rarefied air for me.

Look,I don't know you. But if I had to guess, I'd guess
that hearing an anecdote told by you would be like . . . . Well, I'll put it like
this. If it were a piano song, there'd be a lot of trills, a lot of
riffs, a lot of self-congratulation. But, y'know, somehow I just don't think it'd have that deep,…

This is the sort of narrator vs narrator po-mo hogwash that killed David Foster Wallace. Enough.

I appreciate the cameo of the boom mic at :41.

D8 rapers gun' d8 rape.

Yeah, the best insight is down here in the comment field. Everybody gets paid!

Yeah, screenwriters are just rolling in the millions and millions and millions of dollars they get paid. MILLIONS!

It was a B, maybe a B+. More closely observed and emotionally intelligent than you would imagine, but the second half was more or less rote, in terms of the tourney. Nolte was terrific, as was Edgerton. Hardy leapt off the screen for the first 4/5 of the movie, but the sort of emotional skepticism he brought to the…

Hit the showers, Brody.

It *is* ironical. Likewise, it is 75 degrees today. In other months or locales, 75 degrees would be an unseasonably warm or cool day, but for the first week of September in Seattle, it's sort of expected!

Please include a Tom Nuttall character. "Corruption won't never breathe heavy on my icicle!"

My favorite is the 'Harry Caray emerging from the screams of the damned' statue outside Wrigley.

His last album was terrific ear candy — I love that they revisited his classic Wichita Lineman/Galveston era sound, as opposed to just aping the Rick Rubin 'put the old dog in a room with an acoustic guitar and listen to him die' approach. His version of "These Days" was particularly affecting.

Just in time for his Wilfred cameo.

Pretty good gateway, though I'd argue Kerouac really gets the short-shrift here. His Book of Haiku is a wonderful, mundane, at time incandescent artifact—I'd maybe call it the linguistic equivalent to Tarkovsky's polaroids. Clark Coolidge's It's All Jazz is a good introduction to Kerouac's musicality. And I'd heartily…

Can't wait
Superb artist. I'd rank his albums:

True Grit's the only movie I've understood in years.

Under the article's rubric, I consider Astral Weeks to St. Dominic's Preview to be the greatest sustained run in rock history. If only Veedon Fleece (my favorite album of his) could also get attached somehow.

Dwight Yoakam eats sushi.

Writers can age beautifully. Look at me, for instance.