"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
Cecil Vortex I saw Nipsey on the streets of NY once, sometime in the mid-80s. I shouted, “Hey — it’s Nipsey Russell!” And he looked over at me, and for the first time I think in his whole life, Nipsey stopped smiling. It was like I could hear the planet itself slow to a loud, crunching halt, … Read more
Can you play a nun? Can you play a nun’s hand? Can you play a quirky nun’s hand so filled with life and laughter and the real stuff, it can’t help but make us smile? “Say — who was that? Who just pinched me? I didn’t expect to be pinched like that, much less by … Read more
Week 10, no less, in which the identities of many marchers and their monkeys may be revealed — and yes, Part II! Congrats to you not-so-few, you justly proud, you still-marching marchers. I’m really delighted with how many people are hanging in there and with the rich spate of comments from this past week. I’m … Read more
Do you believe you have bone inside you? Have you bought stock in the scam that you’re made of stone? Why not skin? Solid through? Why not dense-coiled hair to prop your fading hips? As if we have a pelvis inside us. Tell me this: how did that stone get in there? That stone called … Read more
Jeff Goldblum This one, the fourth in a series of desktop-sized painterly images of individuals engaged with a glowing orb, set against a blue/textured frame, goes out to Kim and Zoro, whose comments today made me pause to reconsider the only-partly-realized genius and, yes, the big bag of pathos that is Jeff Goldblum.
in his red and black “Incredibles” pajamas with his arms propped behind his head like a catapult on safety. His face is a bass note, calm and confident as if to say: “I’m a super hero. And a bass note. I’m a catapult. And I’ve got plots and plans aplenty.”
Remember that scene in Close Encounters where Richard Dreyfus was compelled to make a mountain out of mashed potatoes? Something very similar happened to me not too long ago. Except instead of a potato mountain, I found myself forced to make a trifecta of images, each sized for a 1024 x 768 PC/Mac desktop. They … Read more
Oh my stars and garters — Week 9!, wherein both marchers errant and their faithful squires cavort, with strange and pleasing results. As Mr. Magoo pointed in last week’s comments, we’ve hit a heckuva milestone by flipping past page 400 (Grossman). And you know what they say about Don Quixote: the last 540 pages are … Read more
You’re not the only one made uncomfortable by these lens flares twin pipes that threaten, curl, and shine. They can wrench the wind out of a room. Catch 5 quarters in mid-air. Each. And when they sneeze you turn away to miss a flash against the back of that prairie thunderstorm cow skull.
Welcome to Week 8, which recounts the pleasing tale of the mugnet inclined, along with other strange events that occured along the way. This was a week of highs and lows for me. There was the high of finding out that Mr. Magoo finds me extremely hot. Followed almost immediately by the low of finding … Read more