do you, don’t you want me to love you?

This holiday season, warm your families and hearts with a hearty media blow. Quantum of Solace: As a follow-up to Casino Royale, exceptional; as a Bond film in its own right, merely rather good. More arty than any Bond film in recent memory – the intercutting between chase scenes and exotic locales gets a little [...]

you don’t know how lucky you are, boy

Economics, particularly the Austrians, give us the notion of time preference – the amount by which a human prefers to get a certain good now rather than in the future. You have to pay someone a premium if you want them to wait for their payday. This is because the future, and our ability to [...]

this ain’t back in the day, but you don’t hear me though

I can think of few better ways to spend an autumn Sunday morning than rolling through the tony Brattle neighborhoods of Cambridge with my man Hawver, blasting Ready to Die in the Toyota’s sturdy speakers. Especially if you’re on your way to watch some football. Fraley and Melissa welcomed us into their home, grilling up [...]

and they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

I missed the first stop of the jiu-jitsu pub crawl on Saturday night, but caught up with them at Clarke’s, a corner pub behind Faneuil Hall. One of the other instructors had ordered several plates of appetizers; against my better judgment, I snagged a mozzarella stick while ordering a Miller Lite. “Two seventy-five,” the bartender [...]

sephiroth!

The lights went down on the Wang Theater and up on the crowded stage. A conductor with a shock of white hair and a black jacket with large silver buttons took the podium and tapped the orchestra to life. A screen behind the orchestra lit up, displaying the parallel lines of Pong. The orchestra led [...]

no words; no talk; we’ll go dreaming

Taking the T home on Wednesday, a small posse of youths crowded onto an already packed train at Porter. “May I have your attention, everybody!” one of them declared. “Just keep your eyes on the black guy dancing!” One of his friends set a boom box down near the benches; the others cleared the aisle [...]

I know how hard you try; I see it in your eyes

I saw this on my man Eric‘s site yesterday. Then the Queen of Awkward forwarded it to me as well and asked that I talk about it. So I will. But what is it? It’s a selection of profile quotes from The Atlasphere, the world’s largest dating site devoted primarily to Ayn Rand fans: dpvabc, [...]

in the end, all you can hope for is the love you’ve felt to equal the pain you’ve gone through

First off: I have a guest piece on the wildly popular OverthinkingIt.com today – “Quantifying Solace“. What exactly is a “quantum” of solace? And, if the movie turns out successful, what other emotions can the Bond series micro-measure? (I know this is my second or third time mentioning it, but LJ went down yesterday) # [...]

and now it’s time for the breakdown

My body’s starting to disintegrate around me. Last week I caught my third cold in three months. This from a guy who used to go years between colds. This one has no sinus presence – just a steady, unproductive hacking from deep in the back of my throat. Last night the muscles of my neck [...]

I’m on the straight line when the man comes around

The Station Agent: Peter Dinklage plays the coolest motherfucker on screen for the last … ten years? Twenty? And I mean that sincerely. Cooler than Danny Ocean, cooler than James Bond, cooler than anyone. I am not being sarcastic. I am not exaggerating for comic affect. I genuinely believe that, if you want to portray [...]