Daisy is not a bauble, and Gatsby is not a stalker.
Okay, okay, okay. I was going to try to stay out of this one. Despite all evidence and appearances to the contrary, I don’t enjoy hating everything. I just do. When […]
All that Glitters
*Spoiler alert, Iron Man 3D. But really, you haven’t seen it already? It’s a cheap thrill to rail on the easy target, so I will now belatedly upbraid the latest […]
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Whippersnapper
Leah Cox is watchable: in the Clark Theatre of Lincoln Center stages, way farther uptown than I usually go, she shepherds wunderkind to and fro with a grace that shrieks […]
Let’s Say: A Place
Let’s say there’s a place I’ve lived. Let’s say I lived there in my formative years. Let’s say I spent two years on two blocks on this place–this city–and two […]
The Best Coast
I think now I can call this a tradition, or at least a habit – every spring since I moved to New York I’ve reread Joan Didion’s clincher essay “Goodbye […]
Funeral
Things wife-to-be now recalls, from the last important time she was in a church: 1. The Ochoas were Roman Catholic. This probably meant that at some point during that service, […]
Smoke and Mirrors (…but mostly, mirrors)
DISCLAIMER GOING IN: If you, Academy, ever wanted to nominate me for an Oscar – or any other kind of performing/writing award presented before a glittery cabal of famous faces […]
A Series of Beginnings
I have been lax in my writing. Not only here, but in my personal life as well. I’ve set word counts and failed to meet them, bought notebooks that lie […]
Too Gung-Ho for Her Own Damn Good
At St. Dymphna’s on Sunday night the aspiring Wayne Coyne in the corner was hunched over a book that I figured from the fatness was House of Leaves. We became […]
Friday Itinerary:
Believe in all of your teabag prophets. Imagine a world where everyone sounded like Shel Silverstein when they sang. […]
