Monthly Archives: August 2008

Derrida [2002] 1. He enters a room filled floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves, crammed with books. He’s asked if he’s read them all. No, he says. I’ve read four. But I’ve read those four really, really well.2. Derrida is a watching a … Continue reading →

The trad med types are ga-ga about what a game-changing choice Palin is.  And they’re right. It is a game-changer. The Palin pick takes a race already leaning toward Obama and pushes it further into his corner.

It’s hard to put my feelings into words. It’s one of those exceedingly rare moments in a person’s life when you’re actually given ample notice to reflect in advance: "This is a historic moment. This is a moment that in some … Continue reading →

Tonight’s the night. Wouldn’t miss it for anything.

Becket  [1964] 1. O’Toole and Burton on their horses, across from each other on the beach. Two sets of tracks in the wet sand. The clouds in the sky behind O’Toole, marbled and stormy-looking.2. The sword plunges down his back, … Continue reading →

It’s been one of those weeks where I feel like I’m being forced to do a few dozen things at once and, as a result, not doing any of them well. I hate that.  I want to thank everyone for their Happy … Continue reading →

Writer’s block has made me cranky. I’ve written sentence after sentence of crap. It’s on days like this that I fear I’ve lost, once and for all, my ability to articulate.