I read Cormac McCarthy's The Road during my move from Texas to Washington, DC. I started at the airport and ended one morning in my bed in DC while my girlfriend was sleeping next to me. It scared me. It wasn't my first book or film about the end of the world as we knew ...
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Is it wrong of me to pass judgment on a book that I haven’t read? No, I say, on the authority of Malcolm Gladwell—who argues in Blink that a quick first impression is often correct—that I am justified in thinking myself enough of a littérateur to know before I reach the end of the first ...
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I won’t pretend to know what it is like to be an artist. I’m far removed from that moniker. I’m simply a viewer. I pay for a ticket. I sit in my seat and I wait for directors to move me. Who knows why I’m so in love with movies. Movies are escape. They always ...
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I live in a hotel for most of the year. Hotels all come with the standard internet connection: shitty. The available cable channels are only slightly better at crappy. Because of this, I'm behind on Mad Men, Sons of Anarchy and The Vampire Diaries. (That's actually a lie. I'm very much up to date on ...
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