Films, “Broken English“: Netflix seems to feel that this Parker Posey vehicle is a comedy. If you enjoy laughing at someone as they slowly lose their mind, you’ll find this a laugh riot. For maximum effect, watch late at night, when in a comedic-desiring mood!
Inscriptions, Aaron Belz’s “Lovely, Raspberry“: At Left Bank Books, Belz took my book. Looked left. Looked right. Thought for a second. Looked left again. And then wrote, “Thomas! 1.26.11.” Damn! This cat’s the personification of brevity, the soul of wit and all that. (Great book, for sure.)
Post-“Wire” viewing, “The Corner“: To reference back to the original thought here, consider the HBO mini-series “The Corner” for that day when you want to be taken back down to Earth. Happy and don’t wanna be? But wanting to get drawn into a good show? And are you obsessing on Baltimore’s street-level drug trade? If all are “yes,” here’s your show.
Better-late-than-never, Todd Rundgren: At least the ’70s-era version. Apparently, I’ve just not been paying attention.
Lost-but-now-found, the art book: Karen Ried, you scamp!
Want, iPad: Why wouldn’t I/you/anyone else want one? Damn. Magic machines.
Books, “No More Prisons” by William Upski Wimsatt: Liberals will love. Conservatives will hate. I fall on the side of super-like.
Countdowns, March 15: First day of racing at Fairmount Park. It’s low-end, but it’s close. Bless them ponies.
Gigs, Lockwood & Summit: Raking the major coin for blogging here. Do check in, please?
Neighborliness, snow: Nothing brings a neighborhood together like a good snowfall? Need some salt? How about a push? Could ya use some de-icer? Man, we’re so much nicer when facing some minor difficulties!
Spring (into infinity) project, raising chickens: This seems like such a possibly joyous/possibly terrible idea. It’s that dichotomy that makes it so exciting.
Hobby, writing pitch letters: You fellow freelancers feelin’ me? What’s a bigger joy?
Urban exploration, this one guy: