Archive for May, 2008

No Country for Old Spielberg

Friday, May 30th, 2008

You ever have that thing where you’ve got two computers in front of you (like you’re backing up your wife’s laptop, or there’s an old LCII you couldn’t bear to throw away?) and you’re using the mouse or trackpad on your computer and the screensaver shot on the other background one catches your eye? […]

The State of the Nation

Friday, May 23rd, 2008

Once in a while, real life unfortunately intrudes on my attempts to sequester myself in the narcoleptic delights of the web. There I was, caught in a delicious prevarication between bidding for a limited edition 1960s TV C-list supporting actor bobblehead (Route 66’s Linc Case as played by Glenn Corbett; wi-fi connected by electronic chip […]

R.I.P. Ripoffs

Friday, May 16th, 2008

And so Robert Rauschenberg is dead. He’s gone off to that great artist’s colony in the sky; where John Cage plays an eternally-long composition in the lounge, Mark Rothko paints gradations of blue skyscapes on the cosmic canvas, Clyfford Still terraforms the clouds, and Jackson Pollock wraps yet another of an infinite number of cars […]

Fanboy, I served with Iron Man: I knew Iron Man; Iron Man was a friend of mine. Fanboy, you’re no Iron Man.

Friday, May 9th, 2008

Something strange is happening again in the world (d-uh) and I don’t know what it is and I’m a little scared. Last Saturday night I sat in a packed movie theater with what I can only call a bunch of strangers, and they laughed and gasped and applauded as Marvel Comics’ first self-financed film Iron […]

The 4-1-9 Directive: the Spy who Came in from the Mall.

Friday, May 2nd, 2008

Our tiny plane flew in below radar off the southern coast of Nigeria, darting up the delta rivers that claw into the state of Bayelsa like an angry sea god’s hand. I could almost see the dark faces of the drill monkeys as they scattered, chattering, beneath our Cessna’s wings as it clipped the treetops. […]