Humanizing The Vacuum

New Pornographers, Challengers Either they're losing their enthusiasm for the concept or I am. Most of these masterpieces of filigree be...

Kevin Baker's article on the horrors of a Rudy Giuilani presidency is the best I've read in months: pungent, well-researched, and or...

There's a Bluffer's Guide to post- Thriller Michael Jackson waiting to be written; hell, I may write it myself. Much is made of the...

I take great pleasure in baiting my friends into thinking I'm a flaming conservative. Credit my natural contrarianism ; also an innate d...

Alberto Gonzalez, the protagonist in a self-written narrative in which a man of Mexican descent overcomes "adversity" to join the ...

STE is right about Rilo Kiley Mach II: Jenny Lewis' control is as inexorable as Natalie Merchant's over the 10,000 Maniacs circa Ou...

After seeing Superbad last night, I'm more than convinced that the first point in my last post is correct. It helps that Michael Cera ...

I haven't seen Superbad yet, but this putatively no-contest John Hughes-vs-Judd-Apatow debate got complicated quickly, and there's ...

Some things, nino, some things are like this, That instantly and in themselves they are gay And you and I are such things, O most miserable....

A lively Daryl Hall interview in, of all places, Pitchfork . He tells Clive Davis to go fuck himself, laments the standards-strewn road dow...

For the Things Don't Change file: Charles Dickens describing the House of Representatives in American Notes : I saw in them, the wheels ...

Rather pokey in spots, its score obtrusive, tentatively pessimistic ending patting itself on the bank; yet The Lookout is blessed with three...