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Tonight I watched The Hills for the first time. I’d just read a lengthy piece about it in Rolling Stone while I waited at the airport for my flight this morning and I have to admit, it piqued my curiosity, especially when the writer noted that many in the culture have likened it to the
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I was overjoyed yesterday when I saw in the Apr 7 issue of the New Yorker an extensive history/discussion of the impact of the friendship of Jean-Luc Godard and François Truffaut, two of the most important filmmakers of the last decade. Godard and Truffaut revolutionized French filmmaking and, I believe, had a big hand in
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My review of the British publication of Dan Chiasson’s Natural History and Other Poems is on display over at Eyewear: Chiasson’s work can be characterized by a deep, entrenched sadness. Poems frequently find themselves, sometimes inexplicably, worrying the concepts of death, decomposition, departure—even the implication of death, what Chiasson refers to as “the kitsch /
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It seems just a few months ago that the lovely Saleisha took the crown as America’s ninth top Tyrabot, and yet, here we are again, with a whole new crop of young women stepping on each other’s faces to get to the top. Except when they’re crying and hugging each other, yo. Here’s my preliminary
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This week I am rocking out all day long to this Mark Ronson CD I just bought. Okay, I didn’t buy the CD; I downloaded it from iTunes. Is that still what we say? Let’s say I bought an album. Too, let’s not argue over semantics. Let’s just have a nice time together. Anyway, the
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I think Wayne Miller’s poem in Barn Owl Review is one of my favorite pieces I’ve read in a long time. I love him for being so brilliant, and I hate him for not being able to do it myself. I will write more about BOR soon, because the whole issue is a trip. Another
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