To be clear I refer to Aaronovsky, who made it through production of his first feature film without knowing who Cary Grant was.

Did you listen to the Ari Shapiro or the longer one on Chicago’s Morning Shift?

Um, I try to not vaguely hate myself because I’m a white male — I try to think of Einstein, David Lynch, and Peanuts’ Schroeder — but fuckwit here makes it pretty goddamn difficult.

Funny that you compare him to Picasso; the only rival for worst take is a bartender I know who was raised in a working class suburb of London. While it does possess its share of rough neighborhoods, he allows the fact to give him license to all conceivable manner of shit-talking, and one of his favorites when I stop…

What an opportunist. God, I wish he’d stop with the “Medicare for all” stuff.

She’s becoming a Barbara Broccoli, and Kasdan a Michael Wilson

I try not to look at it that way. The third season is the first time American television has encountered real art, uncensored. For the vast majority of the public you may as well have somebody giving a speech in Sanskrit, so I’m just happy Showtime produced it at all.

No.

It’s an absolutely incredible album (and I have no skin in this game at all, although I do have a phd in music) and his stuff is so far ahead of his peers it’s little wonder the guy’s living one long continuous nervous breakdown.

Where would jazz be if Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington had both been murdered in 1925?…

Scram!

Another 9/11 memory: a couple days after, in the New York Times, an op-ed by (awful) composer John Corigliano called “Today We Are All Israelis”

It was news to me.

I hate to say it but I remember very clearly the moment at which I felt the abyss between me and feminism open. It was September 12, 2001, and I found myself arguing with a very intelligent, beautiful, award-winning New York musician who insisted 9/11 was actually “an attack on women”

I’ve said it before, but damn, Boston, that is one dispiriting hunk o’ brutalism.

Don’t tell me. I’ll bet he’s socially liberal, fiscally conservative.

I’ve discovered a nice tl;djienne diagnostic trick I’ve found surprisingly effective, considering how stupid (a) it is and (b) I’m being by even writing this comment; but after all, CEGTHW.* I call it the Grès de la Crèche Conjunction Assessment (GCCA), named after (a) what it is plus (b) the Wikipedia random page I…

(I guess I should be clear — that was not serious. For some reason I just wanted to see “robust-in-the-archaic-periodPuddingPants” on my screen)

I know. I refuse to see it before September 12. I might even wait until the 14th or 15th, out of respect.

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THANK YOU, Your Majesty.

It is insidious.

Not too long ago, Yasmeen Ghauri, ethnically half Pakistani, often appeared on the cover of Vogue, along with Heather Stewart-Whyte, of full-blooded mixed-southeast-Asian blood. (Christie Turlington, come to think of it, is half Salvadoran; Helena Christensen, half Peruvian.) They also peopled the pages of Victoria’s…