The Heidi Montag post that wasn’t going to happen

But did anyway. I could write about DUKE GOING TO THE FINAL, I could write about politics,  I could make vague references to the things in my life that I am really hoping will go right somehow, and I could even write about getting splashed with holy water in the pre-dawn hours of this EasternContinue reading “The Heidi Montag post that wasn’t going to happen”

Beautiful People, the “beauty won’t save the world, but it will come pretty damn close” edition

For Dad. Happy Birthday. The ice outside looks like whale blubber. Nobody is cleaning it up, because that’s something that people in civilized countries do, and it’s not like we can have anyone forgetting where it is they live. It would be vastly unpatriotic, etc. I don’t have any ambitions to prevent myself from fallingContinue reading “Beautiful People, the “beauty won’t save the world, but it will come pretty damn close” edition”

Depression: at the Black Gate with Anton Chekhov and Leroy Jenkins

I admire Chekhov, and not just for his writing, and not just because he was startlingly hot either. To paraphrase Ivan Bunin, Chekhov was not a little bitch. Even when he knew he was dying from TB, he didn’t whine hysterically from the pages of Russian literary journals. He didn’t ask his readers for hugs.Continue reading “Depression: at the Black Gate with Anton Chekhov and Leroy Jenkins”

Roman Polanski: “The god who comes demands his sacrifice”

I’m wondering how long it will take for some idiot to make a hysterical YouTube video begging the justice system to “LEAVE ROMAN ALONE!…uh uh uh.” Flippant, I know. It’s hard to talk about Roman Polanski’s arrest with any of the gravity it deserves. It’s even harder to keep a straight face when I seeContinue reading “Roman Polanski: “The god who comes demands his sacrifice””

Mud and Michael

I love how the legendary Dead Sea mud glitters on my shoulder here. I love the way my bathing suit carries its fresh, mineral smell now [ETA: I wrote it was “herbal” before. I must have been more tired than I originally thought]. I spent a little too much time at the hotel watching MichaelContinue reading “Mud and Michael”