I know that dig—I’ve got parking tickets coming right out of my ass. You know, fuckers, cops, you know?
I know that dig—I’ve got parking tickets coming right out of my ass. You know, fuckers, cops, you know?
I think this is another reason I’m not as good with individual episodes—my mother has the whole series on DVD and we were able to pass it back-and-forth while living in Chicago, but I haven’t had a chance to really do rewatches. And it’s hard once you get locked in not to go episode-by-episode in order…
I’ll take up any chance to bring up Larry Sanders again, but oddly I have a hard time thinking up particular episodes. It’s more novelistic to me, and stuff like Hank’s arc in season three or Larry’s ups-and-downs standing out to me more as a whole than constituent episodes. Still, Gwen’s choice is probably mine for…
They’re all chickens. The rooster has sex with all of them.
I was thinking more of the voting-as-personal fulfillment aspect than the third party aspect. I don’t think there’s any paradox wrt third parties, though—they’re marginal in American politics, but sometimes elections are won and lost on the margins and they can play some tipping point role (while the unsophisticated…
Are the Mogao Cave recreations still at the Getty? Those are awesome, as are the French interiors—the mirrored room by ledoux, the giant tapestries depicting astronomy in the court of the Qianlong Emperor, &c.
I’ll put my weekend here too since it’s also Trek-related—saw Treks IV & VI at the Egyptian theater in Hollywood with Nick Meyer and others giving a little talk beforehand. Meyer’s incredible—very smart, very highbrow, also tells a great, funny stories (especially about directing Montalban). He’s also, interestingly,…
Trek III looks like leftovers to me, and I’d even extend that to the music, where there’s a lot of stuff reused from TWOK. But that Enterprise-stealing scene is the best. Two notes on Lloyd:
Did you also read Michelle Goldberg’s thing on the 2000 election and politics as consumerism/personal fashion statement?
Or Grenier’s actually just a very meaty Thought Catalog article generation algorithm.
There are other forms on intelligence on Earth, Angry Comedian. Only human arrogance would assume the message must be meant for man.
It’s like he’s half-Greenzo, half-Zoolander.
This happened during the W. era, too—after years of decrying postmodernism’s relativistic attitude towards truth and PC college campuses we got an administration that stepped out of one of Baudrillard’s nightmares and talk about how you can’t criticize those nice “real Americans.”
I am totally prepared to be the youngest guy there, though. I’ve had that happen at concerts before (once for a group that I thought would draw a younger crowd but they were featured on NPR so it was all over-fifties, plus my friend at I) and at movies since forever.
I was just thinking this after I typed it—we ascribe to Obama eleven-dimensional chess skills but I wrote that HRC “lucked out.” FWIW I think they’re both skilled but no one has eleven-dimensional chess skills, but the fact that we’re (and I’m including myself in this) willing to ascribe them to O and not HRC says…
I’d say the primary reason I want to become a homeowner is so I can install a nice bidet. The secondary reasons are close, mind you, but the bidet nudges them all out.
I am going to be starting with Yoga soon, but I’m mainly posting to share this page of high-res screencaps of Ricardo Montalban doing fake-ish yoga in “Space Seed” which I found really entertaining.
On the rowing machine on Saturday and suddenly feel a rip of pain through my calf—hello repetitive strain injury! Luckily doing better now—first day I’m not on an icing schedule/using a compression sleeve, and felt worse than it actually was—but nothing for me for the next couple of weeks. I’m just lucky it didn’t…
I’m going to see Kraftwerk this Sunday. All my meatspace friends are making fun of me for it.
Is the food of Mediterranean Algarve delicious? I bet it’s delicious (and the sort of cuisine that’s healthy enough to send your lifespan into the triple-digits).