And I feel qualified to say this, because I am a former Led Zeppelin diehard. Continue reading
There are beauty and ugly in the act of reflection. Looking back on a life lived is a nearly meta-experience. It’s watching a life happen that used to be yours but isn’t anymore. You’re the sum of that past you’s experiences and of years and years more. But as an artist creates over decades, they leave pieces of themselves behind in their work, concrete reflections, pieces of frozen time that can be re-examined both objectively and subjectively. You start to find common themes and enduring lessons once you connect the dots. Your history is evidenced. It’s hard not to. Continue reading
Do you remember what it was like being a kid?
It’s time I talked about Community. Continue reading
I’m a few days late: sue me. But I want to say goodbye to a show that made me happy.
I’ll be fair and say that most of this article isn’t about House of Cards, but Zoe Barnes made an impression on me. This article is about collecting stuff and selling it.
It’s interesting to watch a dated movie thirty years later. Chuck Klosterman once wrote about watching an old season of The Real World after two of the stars began dating publicly despite butting heads during filming. It was like he knew a secret they didn’t; no matter how much they could possibly hate each other, the understanding that they would eventually have sex influenced his re-watch and added a new perspective. Living in our technophiliac present makes me look back on Wargames with a strange sense of naiveté. Young Matthew Broderick doesn’t have a clue what is coming.
Louis CK reminds me of what a terrible human being I am. He does it in the most effective way, too. He takes parts of the typical American lifestyle that are taken for granted, deconstructs them to analyze their value, and then perfectly mocks our complete and utter disdain for all of it. I just watched Louis C.K.’s newest special, Oh My God, and I can say with absolute certainty that this man is probably the next Jesus.
Ready for a self-indulgent exhausted macabre ramble about American Horror Story and nothing else of value?