Hello, I have a cold, a fairly unpleasant one. I'm not up to writing anything right now. Until I am, I'll be posting archive stuff. This is from the mid-to-late 2000s, and if my memory serves it ran in the LA WEEKLY back when that was
We have stacks of magazines that we've written for over the years. All print, nothing internet. I'll be bringing pieces I wrote for them over here from time to time. Context: The Advocate, 2005 Twenty years ago you could earn a roof-over-your-head-food-on-the-table living writing mostly inconsequential
Today I'm writing out of market ambition. I want you to buy Alonso's new book, the revised and expanded edition of Have Yourself a Movie Little Christmas, in which he writes about a film from 2024, Christmas Eve in Miller's Point, one that didn&
This is not a review. It can’t be. When you’re a film critic and you become friends with a filmmaker, the best you can do is help promote their work if you think their projects are worth it. And Dave Markey, the director of The Secret Lives of
Quick one today. (Oh, and by the way, the photo accompanying this little post, a picture provided by my friend Thor, has absolutely nothing to do with anything that follows. Sharing a picture of the offending party would be pointless and unpleasant. Why not some cotton candy instead?) Kim Davis
The British food company Lyle’s – makers of baking pantry staples like golden syrup and black treacle – has a very old, very cool illustration on its labels. It’s a decomposing lion in which bees have made a hive. It’s from a Bible story where Samson eats honey from
I want to apologize before I start. I spoiled the story with the title, and I've misled you into thinking this was going to be about Katherine Heigl vaping. It's not. I just think it's an enjoyable picture of a celebrity taking a moment
On Good Morning America, right now, as I sit at the dining room table and look across the room at the television, there’s a man and woman, I don’t know their names but the guy has one of those faces where your first thought is, “I gotta remember
In 1983, my mother and stepfather were laid off from their jobs at exactly the same time. We were living in Hobbs, a small town in southeastern New Mexico close to the Texas border, and the town’s recent oil boom was slowing down at a rapid pace. My mother
I'm a fall risk. My surgeon says I'm past that phase. I think he's both right and wrong. I live in fear of crashing to the ground. I'm a large man with two recently installed (Nov 2023/July 2024) hips. They work
My internet life occasionally involves walking into a silly maze of pop culture associations for no good reason. Yesterday on Bluesky my pal April posted about a song she liked from her childhood in 1989. I thought, "I, too, like this song." Then I went to listen to
Quick one today. I'm home from Atlanta, where one of our nieces got married to a good dude. I nearly had a hip disaster on the dance floor at the reception. More on that later. Today I need to tell you how to do something for Halloween. I