I am in here.
Four days after the Oscars, the general opinion that I’ve come across is that, to quote one critic I read (but whom I can’t remember), Crash is the single worst Best Picture Oscar since The Greatest Show On Earth won in 1952. There is a whole host of people falling over themselves to explain to … Continue reading crash and stuff
‘Tis the night before I turn 50. I contemplate. So of course, my brain turns to mush. Much of the serious contemplation turns to the last post, which is a poem by e e cummings, recited at the opening of a conference I was just at by Brother David Steindl-Rast. He and I have become … Continue reading the last of 49, and the very last of 40
Visit the original site also for a most eerie and disturbing picture. Atlas Shrugs: Hanging ‘Em High In Iran: The West does not know what it is dealing with. Nor should we. To understand the base inhumanity, the barbarism, is to make you one of them.
Something’s still bothering me from my visit to South Beach last week: Gianni Versace — not the fact that he lived in South Beach, but that he died there. Not even that… simply, the after effects. It’s been almost ten years, folks. Must we hang out there, dear tourists, and have the locals snap pictures … Continue reading still under my skin
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