On #NationalRoastDay, Wendy’s dishes out insults and (yet) wins.

“All you have to do is win.” — David Bowie.

Absolument fantastique!

Who needs a soul, really, when you can have Succession?

With the special delivery that is my first ever Wrapped, and yours too?, Spotify finally breaks the ice.

Boston, I love you.

The ‘Halo’ franchise, under the stewardship of 343 Industries, finally stops to just smell some flowers.

On heartbreak, and anguish, and (sigh) sports.

‘No Time To Die’ is a typical and fairly traditional James Bond experience; but yes, please, I’ll have some.

Jonathan Franzen, maybe the primary professional reason I write at all, returns.

Despite speaking from someplace else, Kurt Cobain’s heart is crystal clear.

On falling madly in love with modern rock’s most meticulous goofballs.

Bazzers and I discuss dreams, and when (if ever) to dust off the white flag.

An act of flash fiction.

Vibes on The Chair, The Plot Against America, and The White Lotus.

A few weeks ago Bazzers caught the thing, and I did my best with a dog.

The eighth episode of The Sopranos’ first season … reiterates the show’s status as TV’s finest ever hour.

Lauren Oyler’s ‘Fake Accounts’ could do with a damn about plot, just to remind us all she’s trying her hand at fiction.

‘No Sudden Move’, Steven Soderbergh’s latest film, proves there will never be nearly enough flowers to lay at his feet.

On returning home, and airports, and the call of duty.