Painfully good times with Louis C.K.
I wasn’t going to like Louis C.K. In all my infinite wisdom, I had him pegged without ever having heard a word from his act. Angry New York (male) comedian. Blah blah blah, Fuck this, Fuck that, I hate the world, woman as butt of joke, “foreigner” as butt of joke, fuck fuck hate, fuck … Continue reading
San Francisco weekend eats
As most of you already know, I’m getting ready to move from Boston to San Francisco. I’ve never even been there, so I went a few days early to see the apartment and, more importantly, to eat some food. Charlie’s only been there for a month or so, but he’s already done an A-plus job … Continue reading
June 27-July 1, 2011
They’re moving pictures, but Kevin Mattison offers a reminder that the words matter as well in “It’s not what you say, but how (and when)”
Because you can never have enough Kraftwerk, Mike Vincent shares one of the more unique ways to get your fix of those fine German melodies: Senor Coconut. Read “The sincerest form of flattery”
Andrew DuPont doesn’t mind a good continuity reboot every now and then. In the comics world, they’re probably inevitable. He just wishes that DC’s upcoming company-wide relaunch seemed a bit more like it was going to be anything other than a blatant marketing ploy. Read “Some completely biased speculation on the DC reboot”
Women like sports. Men like sports. Men who need a bit of T and A in their broadcast in order to keep their attention don’t really like sports, and Angela Vasquez-Giroux wishes that the teams, schools, and networks would really just let them go. Read “Pandering with p-words”
Mike Vincent comes into U2’s East Lansing, MI Spartan Stadium concert with one set of expectations, and leaves with something entirely different. Read “U2 in East Lansing (before and after)”
It’s not what you say, but how (and when)
The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream, but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of his eyes before he could find the right words. Finding “the right words” is a quest all writers are intimately familiar with. Everyone knows that it’s not … Continue reading
The sincerest form of flattery
The past two weeks I’ve been (trying) to write about Kraftwerk. German band. They play instruments; flutes, keyboards, fake drums, robots. They make beautiful music, really the only way to put it, beautiful music. Really it is a singular body of work, modern music that you can listen to over and over. As with other … Continue reading
