Everything about this Mitch Murder song wants to sit you down and tell you that everything’s gonna be okay. And everything about the video makes you yearn to inhabit it, catalyzing an ...
“Now dig my grave with a silver spade A golden chain lay me down and down Send my remains to my mother-in-law Yeah, the rest to my hole in the ground Rest to my hole in the ground” ...
Alternative blog title: Seat in the Kingdom (in Hell) Once I was in a band, and in that band, I tried to rally the troops around a medley I’d arranged of four songs that closely orbited the ...
Okay, so I’ve been doing some thinking. What came up this time is time travel, specifically the paradoxes that come up when people talk about time travel. Like that, if you went back in ...
This is the first book in a long time that I found myself rereading immediately. I don’t know why it took me so long to get around to it. It promptly changed the way I think when I write, ...
The Way Things Go (Der Lauf der Dinge) is a 1987 art film by Swiss art duo Peter Fischli and David Weiss. It documents a long causal chain assembled of everyday objects, resembling a slow, ...
I saw this around the time it hit the internet, and I was wowed by the simplicity of the concept, the faithfulness to straight-forward storytelling, the beautiful performance, and the combination ...
The energy, passion, and a stylish distrust of style that marks the NYC post-punk era of 1978-1983-ish as the most exciting period in all of rock history is on full display on this obscure, deep ...
A perfect song to loop as one writes. Best on a sunny day. By composer Christian Gabel who released two albums under the moniker 1900. Ethereally warm, calming. The clarinet is both doleful and ...
This is the story of being turned down by John Waters. Five years ago, my comedy writing partner Casey van Heel and I finished our pilot, season one outline, and pitch packet for a project we’d ...
<p><span style="font-size:14.6667px">Between May and June 1968, Pier Paolo Pasolini wrote the outline for a screenplay on the life of Paul of Tarsus.</span></p>
<p>"Human beings now inhabit that world inside the screen." Examining Jim Jarmusch's gushing open letter to John Cassavetes. </p>
<p>Go ahead, pendejo. Kick my ass.</p>
<p>This is a good look for you. You’re maybe only the world’s second-biggest homo. </p>
<p>Oh no. Oh no. I pinched a loaf in my big boy pa-- </p>
<p>WHAT!?</p>
<p>I know a dude wants to sell his. He just goes camping with it -- but a mobile meth lab’d be the bomb.</p>
<p style="margin-right: 0px;">This shit is art. Cooking is art. The shit I cook is the bomb, so don’t be telling me! </p>
<p>Walt peers in cabinets high and low, pulls out FLASKS, BEAKERS, TUBING, STANDS and BURNERS. He gathers all this up, loads it in a cardboard box. </p>
<p>Damned if I know. I described it as a “mid-century objet d’art.”</p>
<p>I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much. Methamphetamine, though. I didn’t picture that. Lotta money in it, huh?</p>
<p>As it creeps away, Walt notes the license plate: “THE CAPN.” </p>
<p>Deep in thought. Considering something carefully. He rises, picks up the phone and dials. Keeps his voice low. </p>
<p>AND WIPE DOWN THIS!</p>
<p>Walt nods, overwhelmed and hiding it. Skyler doesn’t know about his doctor’s appointment. </p>
<p>On the pristine white of his lapel, there’s a spot of yellow MUSTARD. </p>
<p>Guess I should’ve had breakfast this morning.</p>
<p>Nobel honoree working at a car wash passes out as he stares longingly at a <em>very distant</em> beautiful woman.</p>
<p>Thanks be to Jesus for eBay!</p>
<p>Walt, just say the word and I’ll take you on a ride-along. You can watch us knock down a meth lab. ‘Less that’s too much excitement for you. </p>