NEW/OLD is what I call pieces where I talk about older films (2025 back to whenever) that I've seen for the first time. Now you know. On the next episode of Linoleum Knife, Alonso and I will be talking about Rose of Nevada, the latest film from
Nothing goes as planned. I baked a coconut cake for Alonso and then he got a mild variation on The Summer Cold. I put the layers in the freezer for later use and made him drink a lot of hot chicken broth. Then I cancelled on the friends who were
With this feline person's consent – they also paused and posed, sweeping the blue velvet cape up front for better documentation – I used my shitty iPhone 8, the one that's about to get me locked out of an increasing number of Los Angeles parking lots that are
* Taken at a stop light on Ventura Blvd after driving a friend to the doctor. I don't drink alcohol very often, but I thought, "Which liquor will I enjoy? None of them. But I do want to buy. It's time." The clock, fully functioning,
Have you read this? Why not? Keep up. 8. The You, Me & Tuscany tea towel that fucking sucks - We have some tablecloths. Three tablecloths. One of them is very Christmas, so that one is out of commission for most of year. The other two are in rotation for when
If you watch a lot of movies and you're on the internet, then you've been made aware of Kane Parsons' Backrooms, and you have, perhaps, already heard or read more about it than you'd like. If that's you, bookmark this until
One Saturday afternoon in spring of 1989, I was on a subway in London with a friend. We had been to record shops and spent money. The Pixies album, Doolittle, had just been released, and if you got an early copy, it came with a limited edition booklet, and that
People like to ask how I'm doing. Lots of questions, even now, almost two years down the road. Do the new hips work? How do I feel? Am I going places? My surgeon all but demanded that I go places. I'm going places. When I'
Look at these purple radishes. Look at how goddamn beautiful they are. I got them at the Monday Plummer Park farmer's market. My radish hookup brings these as well as my other favorite radish, the watermelon radish. Normal radishes are also fine, but they're boring to
You make another person's death about you. You're not supposed to do that, but you do it anyway because you're a person. You can set about tending to the needs of the deceased's most bereaved friends or family members, and that'
I think about how, 25 years ago, when I was writing down notes and stories that would eventually become a book about living on this block in this city, there was more action. More yelling. More loud music. More chaos. This has been replaced, largely, by the sounds of construction
While Alonso and I were in Nashville this past weekend for a Duralde family wedding, I learned of an unexpected death on my side of the family. I'm posting this here so nobody wonders why there's nothing in their inbox. I'll be back soon.
Before I was diagnosed with two hips' worth of advanced arthritis, I just thought I had fat-dude back trouble. It was COVID lockdown, and I bought this useless item called The Scoop. It promised to loosen up my tight core, or tighten up my weak core. One of
Hell0, I have a cold. Taking a little break. I'll write when my Nyquil hangover subsides. Send a wellness influencer to my door so I can cough on them.
I was very nervous. It was late summer, 2004. She had re-recorded "Every Man Has a Woman Who Loves Him," a song she wrote and sang on the Double Fantasy album with her husband John Lennon. The new version was called "Everyman... Everywoman" and it
See that wonderful old building? It's a Taco Bell Cantina. It came up in 1917 on Hollywood Boulevard, the facade in the Churrigueresque style, and it once was the Pickwick Book Shop. Marlene Dietrich shopped there. That no one decided to demolish it entirely or simply obscure the
This is a note to the dude with the sign. Your sign said, "LET ME EAT THAT ASS." You were standing outside the Mobil station on Santa Monica Boulevard. It was about 5pm on Wednesday afternoon. The sign was cardboard. About 12 inches tall and 15 inches wide.
I am aware that the demented, racist President said even more demented, racist things last night, and that he wants to make banks freeze accounts of people who can't show their papers. I am aware that Pete Hegseth wants unrestrained AI to drop nuclear bombs on anyone, anywhere,
I remember almost nothing except for isolated moments of a Vincente Minnelli film called The Cobweb about the battle over the design of some draperies in a psychiatric hospital, and a 2am Tupperware promotional short from 1965 featuring Anita Bryant before she lost her mind with hate for gays. (Fun
My mother did not want any arthouse shit. "La Belle Noiseuse," I said. "It's French." "Subtitles? Ehhhhhhh." "It's also four hours." "No." This was the early 90s, by the way. And this was not a simple
Paul told Margy, who told me and Alonso. When she said what it was, we said, "We will try this and probably like it." I had never heard of it, which is weird because if it's processed and against the law in Europe, I've
It begins with a very horny public execution. Don't remember that from the book? It's fine, that's why Emerald Fennell's film adaptation of Emily Brontë's novel Wuthering Heights is called "Wuthering Heights." Swaddled in quotation marks, it does
2006, I worked for a website that was owned by Disney, later by NBC/Universal, someone else in the middle of all that, I forget who. It started out fine and by the time I quit it was no longer fine. (I know, hilarious, that anyone would quit a journalism
There are spoilers ahead. Stop reading if that sort of thing matters to you. The Moment, a punchy, successful, anxiety-fantasy starring Charli XCX, features a thematically relevant amount of cocaine use. Ms. XCX references the drug in song lyrics, of course, with a casual approach that reminds me of