Musings on Red Rocket, Clouds of Sils Maria, The Lost Daughter, and Bergman Island.

On the beautiful camaraderie of living and dying for the New York Knicks.

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.