Yeah, I'll always have a little extra tolerance for them after they were one of the first groups to arrive after a hurricane, working outward from their LDS church and helping everybody along the way (even us heathens).

By the way, my biggest annoyance in S2 has been the seasonal timeline. We got all of these suggestions of spring with the Tree Man episode (Hannibal finding a rebirth of his creativity, getting laid, flowers blossoming), and now we're back to snowdrifts.

Sansa's worshipper, the fool who she saved in S2e1, was on hand urging her away. The camera also gave her a nice, long stare into the camera that could read as either her long established trauma face or a new blank mask as she waits for her imminent vengeance. So my money's on either the fool or Sansa (with the fool…

Vanessa Veselka. I thought her first book ZAZEN was excellent, a kind of punk-Portlandia dystopian novel. She's published stories and essays since, but I'm waiting for another novel.

Next on my shelf is "Savage Detectives." Anyone got comments on it? (The only Bolano I've read thus far is By Night in Chile.)

Yeah, I'm not going to go listing the performance art theory that I have to wade through this month. However, did just read Freud for fun—sort of. I reread his "Dora" case study with Lidia Yuknavitch's Dora: A Headcase—which is a hell of a good book. Now I'm back to post-True Detective reading in Ambrose Bierce's…

And TVDW said there was nothing to laugh at in this episode.

Over here in classical music, we've been talking about "the long tail" for at least a decade to get over our inadequacies about where we fit in the culture at large. It saves a lot of hand wringing and lets us get back to work. Of course, every few weeks another asshole writes a "why is classical music dying?"…

The "album" part of this threw me, too. Albums weren't the big push for rock/soul/r&b sales until the late '60s. So that ruled out a lot of early pop for me. Also why I didn't consider Stevie Wonder (his big albums started when he was 20). Michael Jackson was a guess in our house, but of course they were asking about…

After reading an article about the background of "True Detective," I'm reading Robert Chambers "The King in Yellow" and some Ambrose Bierce stories (both public domain). Only through the first story of the Chambers, but it was macabre in a good Poe-Lovecraft style.

At least the asshole can write, he doesn't need to be a cultural critic, too. Also, Skyfall's not fucking brilliant, but it is on the profounder side for a Bond movie, especially in terms of visual poetry & beauty.

That was made even more tense by the fact that Rust seemed to be calling from a safer place that he was going to hole up in until Marty showed, then a few seconds later they're on the move. I spent half of that time thinking "Shit, how's Marty going to find them?" and the other half assuming Rust had actually given…

"Bosch looks really interesting." SPOILER: It's not. I found it really mediocre and stiff. Almost nothing dynamic or dramatic outside of a couple scenes with Welliver and Herschel from the The Walking Dead. A waste of a lot of good actors who I'd rather see freed up to do something else.

Cuban pianists Bebo & Chucho Valdes meet up for the first time in years in the wonderful Latin jazz film "Calle 54." It's a lovely moment. Chucho is basically glowing about seeing his dad, who lives in Sweden. Dad responds by saying, "You're fat as a toad!"