If it's Dear Aynnie, I'd go with a maybe not.

I never read Greenspan's memoir, but if ever I think of that book I like to pretend that there's a very aggressive future-Fed-Chief deflowering sequence.

No, silly. She was a Christian who noted that if ever we got married, the Holy Spirit would be in the bedroom right with us.

One would only proofread for other readers. Fuck that!

I'm gonna express a controversial opinion around these parts and note that I can't stand Ayn. I read Atlas Shrugged once because it was the one long book that my then-girlfriend had read that I handn't, and I was enraged to find out that everything was clearly set out in a crazed 40-page speech at the end of the book…

Can't, now. Shoulda put a ring on it.

Loop in split-screen with Eraserhead…and…

Updike is awesome, and Harry Angstrom is his greatest character. Did you read Rabbit is Rich and Rabbit at Rest? Rich is probably my favourite novel of all time—just an amazing portrayal of the desperation of one man trying to come to peace with all his shit. Of course, Rabbit is an enormous douche throughout, but…

Yo, russ…bitches be crazy.

Don't get me wrong: I thought it was "interesting", and "clever", and "smart". (I watched it with my lit-grad-student brother-in-law, and he really dug it.) But I don't think it compares to any of the rest in its power as a von Trier-ian work of art.

Late Pacino is pretty great at looking shitty…all the time. I mean that in the most respectful way possible. See, for Pacino as a decrepit/dying old man: Angels in America, You Don't Know Jack, Merchant of Venice—all good films.

PRAY WITH ME, KISSINGER…PRAY WITH ME…

I agree, although I always find myself hard-pressed to defend the guy to people who hate him. Like SPOILERS in Dancer in the Dark, I found it sad and strange when the guy had Bjork beat his head in with a cash register, even though as far as capitalism goes, that's cringe-inducingly on-the-nose. Likewise, the ending…

Nice life, John Hurt!

Super-spiky pubic hair?

Go complain to Helen Keller…she feels ya…

Yeah? Well, I have the same birthday as Franz Listz, an even awesomer (and even deader) dead musician. This only matters to me because my wife is a pianist and always is doing something recital-ish when she should be doing the once-a-year Black-Orpheus-submission thing.

My childhood friends were the entire cast of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Yes, I was homeschooled for a while, there.

Go on…? What was that about your mother?

Hey…man…where else are homeless dudes gonna hang? It's an elegant solution, amirite? 24-hour libraries with showers, I say. Also, a complimentary change of clothes might be nice.