A look at how I've been diverting myself lately.
READ: Gray's Anatomy by Spalding Gray [my left eye has been itching ever since. I assume it's sympathy pain].
SAW: Rent (American Theater Company) [as Albert Williams points out in his spot-on review for the Chicago Reader, "[Director David] Cromer has stripped away all hints of Broadway spectacle and sentimentality to get at the emotional core of this story about wounded misfits seeking 'connection in an isolating age'"], Freud's Last Session [more on this one later].
SAW: Ratatouille [I would argue that before this film, Pixar made very good children's movies; from Ratatouille onwards, though, they started making art].
WATCHING: Game of Thrones (HBO) [did anybody else think the climactic battle in last week's episode was sort of a letdown? I couldn't tell what was going on most of the time, and then suddenly Papa Lannister was there telling us it was over and he won. It felt rushed and slapped together].
My new apartment, Game of Thrones, Kito, conservatives, sex, Chicago history, food, female pop stars, movies, Obama, books, race, the Internet, animals, comedy, the death penalty, theater, the Muppets, the Kennedys, my family, art.
FOUR THINGS THAT ARE A BITCH TO MOVE:
4. The Oxford English Dictionary.
ONE YEAR AGO: "Halifax: the Barcelona of the New World."
TWO YEARS AGO: "Will Criticize Your Life's Work for Food."
THREE YEARS AGO: "Something about my mother cracking severed penis jokes first thing in the morning is deeply unsettling."
"Fool's Gold Coast Icons."
SIX YEARS AGO: "Sometimes when I think of all of us nobly pathetic creatures born into mystery, assured of suffering, and doomed to oblivion, it breaks my mean little undersized heart."
Why can't Westeros be more like this?